A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 109 109 Jiangnan Case (18)

On the first day, Wang Wenran didn't take it seriously. When the master was arrested, the people in the yamen would definitely notify the steward of Tao Ran's secluded residence to redeem him. After all, the person who was arrested last night had already been redeemed, and he must be no exception.

As a result, all day long, he only saw others running out happily, while he was still sitting in the cold and dirty cell, without even a meal. If he hadn't been thirsty, he probably wouldn't even be able to drink water.

Sitting in the dark night, he thought, didn't the newly appointed Li Zhizhou not let the yamen tell Tao Ran to live in seclusion?It shouldn't be possible, he wanted to make quick money, and he couldn't have redeemed him without notifying Tao Ran's secluded steward, which was quite a fortune.

Is it because there are not enough manpower, and they haven't been notified yet?
On the second day, his housekeeper still didn't come to redeem him. Could it be that the housekeeper knew about it and deliberately didn't come to redeem him, taking his money and leaving?

But apart from some calligraphy and paintings, there is nothing valuable in Tao Ran's secluded residence, why don't you come?Are you dissatisfied with yourself and deliberately let yourself suffer an extra day in prison?

On the third day, half of the people in the cell were empty, and his steward hadn't come yet, so he didn't expect the steward anymore. He thought of his good literary friends, one of them would come to redeem him, right?

Thinking of those literary friends, Wang Wenran narrowed his eyes, not expecting much, and sure enough, no jailer came to call him by name until the evening.

After three days, the noisy prison cell had become empty. Wang Wenran sat silently in the dark, whoring a prostitute, and he would be locked up for ten or eight days at the most. His heart suddenly calmed down, he half leaned on the straw orange, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Five days later, almost all the prostitutes arrested from the Fireworks Building were redeemed by their families, leaving only Wang Wenran in the empty cell.

Yeats asked, "What is his condition now?"

The jailer in charge of the temporary detention area replied, "Except that we didn't give him food on the first day, and he asked for water once, the rest of the time, he sat quietly and didn't ask why no one came to redeem him."

Teng Chong snorted, "This guy is so calm, he looks ruthless."

Yeats asked again, "Did you dislike Xi Tang Zhi Shui?"

"Never asked once," the jailer replied.

"The men who can enter the top brothels - the Fireworks Building, are all rich. The food in the prison is so bad that most people will instinctively dislike him. Is he so calm?"

Teng Chong guessed: "Did he feel something?"

Yeats said: "If you really feel it, then we will do it." She tapped her fingers on the table a few times quickly, thinking for a moment: "Wait another two days, let's go meet him."

"it is good."

For seven days, just eating gruel soup with few rice grains a day, it is estimated that the oil, water and fat on his body will be consumed. Being redeemed is also a kind of mental torture, which will also make people lose weight quickly.

While Yeats was waiting, Pei Jingning sent people to chase after the 1000 million taels of silver that had been intercepted, but when they chased to Huangshan Mountain, those people disappeared like water vapor without a trace.

Mo Song and Gao Shan had no choice but to pass the letter to their master by flying pigeons.

After Pei Jingning received the letter from the two, he rushed a letter to the Imperial Palace overnight.

Emperor Longqi received the handwritten letter from his nephew, and punched the dragon table with his fist, causing the oil lamp to be overturned, "It's unreasonable, I simply don't pay attention to me!" Did not dare to make a panting sound.

In the silence of the night, Emperor Longqi looked at the extinguished oil lamp lying on the marble floor, and said harshly: "I believe that it won't be long before you will all be caught."

On the seventh day, the first small cycle of the human body's functional cycle, Yeats took the small group to the temporary detention room.

When Wang Wenran saw the official mission of Dali Temple, his expression was unexpected and expected, and he was very calm.

When Yeats saw Wang Wenran who was so thin, he nodded his head with a smile on his face. This is the taste, thin but not weak, clean but not poor. At first glance, he looks like a literati. All in the eyes.

Ye Zhi put his hands behind his back, smiled slightly, and approached the prison bar: "Should I call you Lin Zongze, or should I call you Wang Shixin, Jin Yuhan, Xu Xiaobin?"

What Yeats said, Wang Wenran looked like I couldn't understand what you were talking about.

Yeats was not in a hurry, and said slowly, "The first case of Qian Shize, a veteran official in Shanyang, when you got the news, you had a plan, but after all, you just came out of the rivers and lakes, and it was a half-way robbery. You didn't use a pseudonym. Just snatch the gold and silver treasures, right, Prince?"

Wang Wenran looked at Yeats with an idiot expression on his face, "The story is good, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with me."

Sure enough, it was a crime with a high IQ, and he had a good mental quality.

Yeats stretched out his hand, and Yang Fuquan handed over a portrait, "Before he died, a small trader in Shanyang County told his grandson about the murder that happened on his road that day. Thinking that bandits were coming, he was so frightened that he rolled into a ditch overgrown with weeds. He saw a group of men in black murdering people and stealing goods from beginning to end. According to the man's appearance, he is a middle-aged man with white beard."

Yeats put the portrait in front of him, "Exactly the same as you except for the white beard, Prince, do you still want to argue?"

Wang Wenran sneered, "The world is so big, there are so many people who look alike, why do you say that person was me?"

"It doesn't matter!" Yeats said lightly, "The geese leave their voices, and the people leave their marks. After all, you were not the only one, there were seven or eight helpers!"

"That's right, then why don't you go to those people, I don't know about Qian Shize, a veteran of Shanyang."

deny?
Yeats chuckled, and continued, "It's not always the case that a rich old official becomes an official, so after squandering the money of the Qian family, you changed the way to make money, kidnapping the owner of the Jiang family who sells herbs in Jingling." , used the alias of Lin Zongze to infiltrate the Jiang family, found out the whereabouts of the head of the Jiang family, and asked the Jiang family to redeem him with 10 taels of silver. right?"

Wang Wenran seemed to have heard a big joke, "What martial arts are you talking about?"

"As a kidnapper, you have to follow the rules of the rivers and lakes of a kidnapper. People give you money, but you still tear up your ticket. This is called not paying attention to martial arts."

The corner of Wang Wenran's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"You can say it boldly if you want to say it, what's the difference, right?" Yeats was persuasive and persuasive.

But this guy's heart quality is very good, he didn't refute a word, his heart quality is really good.

Seeing Yeats' helpless look, Wang Wenran twitched the corner of his mouth triumphantly, wanting to trap him, boy, you are still young.

Yeats still smiled, "Kidnapping is very exciting, but the method that has been used before, how can the prince who claims to be a descendant of Langya use the same old way again, so he changed another method - doing Under the pseudonym Wang Shixin, he came to Pingjiang Mansion and designed a gamble to defraud the Bao family of all their property and money, and let the head of the Bao family jump into the water to die. This game must be worth more than [-] taels, right?"

Of course Wang Wenran would not respond.

Yeats smiled again, "Once a year, you spend the money you earn. These days are really cool, my lord..."

Wang Wenran lowered his eyes, and dusted off the brocade clothes that were so dirty that he could no longer see the eyes of the cloth. This was the brocade dress inlaid with gold and silver threads that he wore when he entered the Fireworks Building that night. This dress alone cost 1000 taels smaller. Isn’t it cool to live a small life? Crooked.

The other party's subtle expressions and inadvertent small movements all fell into Yeats' eyes.

"The fourth case is even more amazing. During the Qiqiao Festival, you changed your name to Jin Yuhan and turned into a down-and-out scholar. You met the daughter of the Shi family, a large grain merchant in Wujiang, and had a romance with her. She was Yingying and Zhang Shenghong. Madam, Zhang Sheng betrayed Mei Jiao Niang because he wanted to go to Beijing to take the exam. You dug up the family's property hidden in the cellar and disappeared from the world. Shi Qianjin hanged himself, and the destitute Shi family was forced to move to Da. Go north to the west, prince, did your conscience hurt in the dead of night?"

Wang Wenran's thin face gradually became sinister, and when he looked at people, he was filled with resentment.

Yeats shook his head sadly, "The white-bearded middle-aged man who doesn't believe that 'people are doing what the sky is watching', chose the soul-suppressing technique of Lei's second wife for the fifth case. On the one hand, let's see if it is him The hand of the knife is ruthless, or there is reincarnation in the way of heaven, isn't it, Wang Gongzi?"

How could Wang Wenran admit it?

"These are headless injustice cases. Who do the people in Dali Temple want to press them on? Do we ordinary people still have a chance to refuse?"

Yeats looked at him, passing the portraits one after another in his hands, "These are all portraits provided by the victims. Take a look at you now."

Yang Fuquan took a glass mercury mirror and put it directly in front of Wang Wenran.

The glass mercury mirror is no better than a bronze mirror. This is a mirror made by Yeats with modern technology. It is so clear that you can see every single hair.

Yeats's portrait is not an ancient freehand landscape, but a sketch comparable to a photograph.

The face in the mirror... the face portrait provided by the suffering master...

"Is it exactly the same?" Yeats said, "There are witnesses, Wang Wenran, you still want to quibble?"

Looking at the thin and pale face in the glass mirror, it was the first time for Wang Wenran to see his real self. He looked like this...

He was obviously a high-spirited young man, how could he suddenly become a middle-aged man whom he didn't even know?
Yeats suddenly took away the glass mercury mirror, "It doesn't matter if you admit it or not today, after all, many of us need a trial before we can testify."

After speaking, Yeats handed the portrait back to Yang Fuquan.

Turn around and walk away leisurely.

Wang Wenran's face was pale, his eyes were gloomy, and he kept staring at Yeats.

She turned around suddenly, "Oh, by the way, people from Dali Temple have gone to Peng County and will take your mother over..."

"Who asked you to pick it up... Who asked you to pick it up..." In an instant, Wang Wenran's emotions completely collapsed.

Yeats looked at him coldly, "Why didn't you think of the mother who worked so hard to bring you up before doing these things?"

"I...I..." Wang Wenran knelt in front of the prison bar, tears streaming down his face, "Mother...Mother...my son is sorry for you...I'm sorry for you..."

(End of this chapter)