[R18] Dali Temple.Qing (Shuangjie solves the case 1v1) – “Dali Temple. Qing (Shuangjie solves the case 1v1)” Chapter 7 Fear of crime [English]

The moonlight is condensed, and the wind blows the shadows of the trees, flowing silently.

Lin Wanqing had never felt that the surroundings had been so quiet, as if the entire Jingzhao Mansion had been sunk into a dark lake, bottomless.

Hearing his rapid breathing and messy footsteps, his heart was pulled downwards, becoming heavier and heavier.

The team of government officials who were supposed to be guarding the prison disappeared.

The cell door that should have been closed was slightly open, and was moved by the night wind, making a strange creaking sound.

Her footsteps were grabbed by something for a moment, and she was nailed to the ground.

There is a light sweetness in the air, with some warmth, like peaches in June…

The breeze blows, and the sweet fragrance dissipates, but in the clear moonlight, there is an imperceptible trace of blood.

Still hot.

“Wang…Wang Hu…”

Lin Wanqing was startled, and the chill on his back went straight up, turning into a buzzing in his head, and a thread exploded.

His eyes went white for a moment, and even the tone of his voice changed, and he could hear an obvious hoarseness.

Lin Wanqing completely forgot how he ended up in that bloody cell.The corpses of government officials on duty were scattered everywhere on the ground, making it look like a slaughterhouse.They all sealed their throats with one sword, cleanly and neatly.His empty eyes stared blankly ahead, and the expression on his face only stayed at that moment of surprise.

She pushed open the half-opened cell door and saw Wang Hu lying on the ground.

He helplessly covered his neck that was about to be broken into two parts, his whole body twitched, and his lips and tongue moved.Lin Wanqing’s eyes looked pleading and eager, but she couldn’t say a word.

“King, Wang Hu… Wang Hu!”

Lin Wanqing was speechless. Except for repeating the name, the other words he said were like thorns, stuck in the throat, and turned into broken tones in the blink of an eye.

His hands soaked in cold sweat pressed the wound on Wang Hu’s neck, and the sticky and warm blood flowed down between his fingers, soaking his cuffs and front…

“Don’t, don’t die…No, it’s okay…”

She scrambled to comfort her and said meaningless words.

The sweet taste just now came again, lingering quietly.

Lin Wanqing was stunned and realized that the hands he was holding down had loosened up at some point and fell to the haystack with a soft crunching sound.

No, the sound was clearly coming from behind…

“Keng——”

There was a cold white light in front of my eyes, and the crisp sound of metal hitting each other was in my ears.Lin Wanqing felt a chill on the side of her face, like being suddenly stuck with a piece of ice in winter.

Then there was a “boom”.

The cold light shined into the crack in the wall in front of her, shining coldly white under the dancing firelight.

She subconsciously touched her face, only to find that the hair on her temples was messy, and her fingertips were filled with bright red color and warm wetness.

There were chaotic footsteps behind him at the right time. Lin Wanqing turned around in shock and saw the prison lit up with fire one after another from the entrance to the end, like a fire dragon spreading its body in front of his eyes. The originally dark space was suddenly brightly lit.

The cell door was pushed open hard by someone, and it clanged against the wooden bars.

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, leaving only the beeping of torches and oil lamps.

Behind the beautiful fire, a figure walked in the distance, he was neither fast nor slow, his moon-white robe was like the clear moon breeze.

When he walked to her and saw her face clearly, Lin Wanqing saw her sharp eyebrows frowning visibly to the naked eye.

Su Moyi’s thin lips moved slightly, and she looked at her with a complicated expression and said, “Lin Lushi, why is it you again?”

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“Dong-dong-dong-”

The midnight watch gong dragged its long tail sound, scattered in the quiet streets, and drifted into the brightly lit lobby of Jingzhao Mansion with the wind.

Under the flickering candlelight, Lin Wanqing knelt on the ground in despair. A pair of hands stained with dried blood pulled each other and rubbed her fingertips over and over again, as if she was trying to rub off a layer of skin.

I don’t know whether it was from the cold or the stimulation, but her bloody jaw kept shaking.After Wang Hu’s blood dried up, it turned into a reddish-brown patch, which made her already pale face look even more pale.

When Su Moyi followed Li Jingzhao in, she saw such a scene.He looked calm and relaxed, lifting his robe and sitting next to Li Jingzhao.

Lin Wanqing didn’t react at all. Even though she was covered by a thin blanket, she just shook her body and slowly raised her head to look at Li Jingzhao, who was sitting in the main hall.

Under the light, half of her face was hidden in the shadow of the thin blanket, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

Li Jingzhao, who was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, looked tired and sulky at the moment, and naturally looked at Lin Wanqing with a bit of evil eyes.

he groaned deeply, smashed the case file in his hand on the table, pointed at Lin Wanqing and said: “Do you know what trouble you got into?!”

The people in the hall didn’t seem to hear anything, they just raised their heads leisurely and looked into his eyes.

The pair of eyes that were clear and lively earlier were now dark and firm as never seen before.

She just looked at Li Jingzhao without saying a word, but Li Jingzhao felt his legs weaken for no reason and swallowed secretly.

He pulled on his somewhat tight official uniform and said: “You… you overstepped your authority to interrogate criminals, resulting in Wang Hu being killed, and you also took the lives of several jailers for no reason. You…”

“Whatever you want to say, just say it.”

The people in the hall suddenly opened their mouths, and an indifferent voice sounded, making everyone present startled.

Lin Wanqing came back to her senses, and her eyes that were still a little foggy suddenly became clear, reflecting the flickering light of the fire and shining particularly brightly.

Li Jingzhao was startled, choked, and forgot to reply for a moment.With only one trembling hand, he pointed at Lin Wanqing and said: “You, you… you overstepped your authority first and failed in your duties… not only interfered in the case, but also killed the suspect! You actually…”

“The important thing is not that I killed Wang Hu, but that he died. Who killed him? Why did you kill him? You don’t ask about these things, but you grasp this little detail, are you trying to find out the murderer from here?!”

“Bold!” Li Jingzhao stared at a pair of sleepy mung bean eyes, his voice was loud, but he leaned back unconsciously.

“The murderer is obviously the one who followed you to the death row! You took advantage of your position to make the guards relax their vigilance, which caused a catastrophe. You actually dared to distort the facts and insult me…”

“Can’t you see?” Lin Wanqing tugged at her blood-soaked sleeves, lifted up the thin blanket on her body and suddenly stood up and said: “Wang Hu will die no matter what! The person who killed him was well prepared, with sharp techniques and neat strikes! Except for assassins and raised deadlies, who can sneak into the prison in just half a cup of tea and kill several guards with sharp blades in succession?!”

Lin Wanqing asked Keng Ran and arrived in front of Li Jingzhao in a few steps.

There were blood stains all over her body, some dried and some not yet dried.Mixed with the smell of lamp oil, it was so fishy that it made people dizzy.

I don’t know whether he was overtaken by the smell of blood or frightened by Lin Wanqing. Li Jingzhao panicked for a moment, leaned back repeatedly, and almost fell off the chair. He quickly grabbed the corner of the table and hurriedly ordered the government officials to stop Lin Wanqing.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sat upright with all his strength, and weakly put his hand on the black gauze hat on his head.

“The point is that Wang Hu died because of you…”

“The point is that you are wrong!” Lin Wanqing stared at Li Jingzhao without any fear, and the blue veins could be faintly seen on her fair forehead.

“Wang Hu was not the murderer of the rape and murder case, and he did not even kill Aunt Zhao! However, from the beginning to the end, what else did you do besides giving in and taking advantage of others?! If Wang Hu was found out early on about his grievances, would he not have to be imprisoned in prison, and would he be dead?!”

“You…you…” Li Jingzhao couldn’t argue, and even his momentum was weakened by being yelled at by her.He could only say incompetently and furiously: “You despised the court and insulted the imperial officials. According to the law, you will be flogged for thirty years! Come on! Give me…”

An order was given, but before Li Jingzhao could say the word “fight”, a cold “wait” timely cooled down the atmosphere in the hall.

Only then did Li Jingzhao remember Su Moyi, who was sitting quietly and watching the show for a long time.I saw he raised his Yuebai sleeves, and waved his long, sharp-jointed hands. The yamen servants who had been ready to move just now immediately followed the wilting Baicai, nodding and retreating.

“Master Su…” Li Jingzhao wanted to say something more, but Su Moyi stopped him.

The hall was silent for a moment, and under the firelight, he frowned and looked at the little recorder who was covered in blood.

Her bun was loosened to one side, and her black hair lay messily on her shoulders.There was an obvious sharp scratch on one cheek, and the blood beads had solidified, hanging in front of him like a string of red coral.

The light gray official uniform is mud, blood is blood…

How embarrassing and embarrassing it is.

But…

A certain place in his heart suddenly moved uncontrollably, and he couldn’t explain why.

For her recklessness?

For her keenness in perceiving facts?

Or maybe it was just because of her stubbornness that she never looked back even after hitting a wall.

Su Moyi suddenly smiled, just a hint of an arc at the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, he felt that this little record was interesting and interesting.

“Master Su?” This time, Li Jingzhao changed his questioning tone. He probably noticed Su Moyi’s abnormality and did not dare to act rashly for a while.

Su Moyi ignored he, still looking at Lin Wanqing, and asked unhurriedly, “You just said that Wang Hu didn’t kill Aunt Zhao?”

The people in the hall were stunned, as if they didn’t expect that he would ask this question. After a moment of reaction, they said firmly: “No.”

Li Jingzhao laughed when he heard this, with a look of disdain on his face, “How do you know he doesn’t have it?”

“Because he had no reason to kill.”

Li Jingzhao wanted to speak again, but just as he was about to speak, Su Moyi turned his eyes away with a sharp glance.

Su Moyi then continued to ask: “Then why did he sneak into the woman’s boudoir in the middle of the night?”

Lin Wanqing was silent, biting the tender meat in her mouth with her teeth, and said softly: “If I say that Wang Hu told me that it was his childhood sweetheart, Aunt Zhao, who handed him a note asking Wang Hu to elope with her, would you believe me?”

The doubts hanging in my mind were confirmed.

Su Moyi said nothing. Under the flickering firelight, the shadow of “he” fell about a foot or two below his feet. The index finger and thumb of his right hand twisted it repeatedly, making a small rustling sound. His eyes were far away and he didn’t know where he landed.

“Master Su?” Li Jingzhao asked weakly with his heart in his hands, “Master Su, what instructions do you have?”

he was stunned for a moment, then gave a distant smile, “No more.”

“Then…this little recording thing…” Li Jingzhao has been an official for many years and is naturally used to reading people’s faces.

Now that Su Moyi has stepped forward to stop him, naturally he should first ask what he meant as to what to do next.

Su Moyi seemed to have just reacted, and followed Li Jingzhao’s gaze to look at Lin Wanqing in the hall.

Without any hesitation, he took back the hand he was stroking repeatedly, put it gently on his knees and said, “She is from Jingzhao Mansion. Naturally, it is not up to me, Dali Temple, to decide how to punish her.”

“Just let Li Jingzhao make the decision.”

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Su Zhinan: It’s none of my business. If you have such a bad temper, you just have to suffer.