Chapter 74 Ye Qing, it is a capital crime for you to kill prisoners in prison.
Wearing an ordinary gray cotton-padded coat, the young man was an inconspicuous young man, a little over five feet tall. He was carrying a foot-long wooden box that looked like a medical practitioner. He walked quickly among the crowd and was inconspicuous.
But the moment the other party raised his head after hearing Matthew's voice, Ye Qing instantly remembered him.
On the ordinary melon face, those phoenix eyes were extremely bright, as if they could see through people's hearts.
The sixteen-year-old man from the Huaiyang government office made a congratulatory message, smiled and bowed to Matthew and said hello:
"I've seen the official, the magistrate summoned me, so I came."
As he spoke, He Wen kept looking at Ye Qing.
His sharp eyes swept over Ye Qing's feet, hands, and shoulders, and finally landed on Ye Qing's gentle face, looking into Ye Qing's starry eyes.
It gave Ye Qing the illusion that there was no secret at all and that he was being seen through.
He Wen walked closer, cupped his hands towards Ye Qing and said:
"I would like to send you a message of congratulations. This must be the new Secretary Ye from the torture chamber, right?"
"I, Ye Qing, the clerk in the punishment room, have met He Wuzuo."
Ye Qing returned the favor, not surprised because the other party recognized him at a glance.
Matthew smiled and said: "You two will get to know each other later. Let's go in quickly. Don't keep the prefect waiting."
Ye Qing and He Wen both handed over their hands and followed Matthew into the house.
Along the way, Ye Qing looked at the Sanjin mansion, which was not luxurious at all but was just elegant and exquisite. He secretly thought that Chen Yuming had elegant taste and was an honest official.
In the elegant and clean courtyard.
Chen Yuming was dressed in a sky-blue gauze dress, and looked gentle and elegant. His long hair had taken off his official hat and was only tied up with a moon-white belt, making it a little more elegant.
He stood on the stone bridge, throwing fish food into the stream bit by bit, looking down at the three small fish in the stream fighting for the fish food, with a smile on his lips, not at all serious as before.
He saw the three people approaching, threw the fish food into the stream, causing ripples, clapped his hands, and walked to the wooden couch on the lawn.
With the hem of her gauze dress fluttering, Chen Yuming knelt down and sat on the couch, with his back straight, minding his own business in making tea.
Matthew and the others came to the couch, bowed to Chen Yuming, and said in unison:
"I've met the prefect."
Chen Yuming, who was silent, moved his hands smoothly.
More than half a quarter of an hour later.
Wow!
The clear amber tea soup was poured into the tea cup, and white hot steam rose up.
Chen Yuming then said: "Congratulations, how about the autopsy?"
He Wen took a step forward, bowed his hands and said:
"Your Majesty, Mr. Wang, there were chain marks on his neck, chain bruises on the back of his neck, his throat was stabbed with two fingers, his right temple was punched, and his back showed signs of being beaten and pushed. The cause of death was
His face was covered with prison clothes filled with feces and urine, causing him to suffocate to death."
As he said that, He Wen looked at the amber tea soup in the tea cup with a strange expression.
Chen Yuming picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, glanced at Ye Qing and said:
"Ye Qing, please practice with He Wen again."
Ye Qing cupped his hands and bowed, "Yes, Lord Prefect."
At this time, He Wen walked up to Ye Qing, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Scribe Ye, I'm offended. Please don't resist. Just cooperate with me."
"He Wuzuo, please do whatever you want, I will try my best to cooperate." Ye Qing smiled gently.
He Wen nodded, took off the black cloth belt around his waist, stood behind Ye Qing, strangled Ye Qing's neck from behind, applied slight force, and twisted the belt around the back of his neck.
"Master Magistrate, based on the injuries on Wang Datou's body and the confessions of the prisoners in the surrounding cages, my subordinates guessed that the murderer first strangled Wang Datou's neck, and then hit his right temple with his right fist."
"Making Wang Datou unable to speak, making him dizzy and unconscious."
"Then he was violently dragged to the ground from behind by the murderer."
After saying that, He Wen once again grabbed the belt with both hands, and while stepping back, he said: "Shu Li, please take two steps back and then lie down."
Ye Qing, who was horrified in his heart, cooperated and lay on the ground.
He Wen immediately lay on Ye Qing's body, his right hand formed into a palm, and his fingertips gently poked his throat.
"After this blow, his throat was hit so hard that Wang Datou was completely speechless and passed out."
"At this time, because the prison was dark, the people around looked at the murderer riding on Wang Datou, thinking that Wang Datou was sitting up, and did not distinguish that they were two people."
Ye Qing, whose heart was beating wildly, had a look of natural shock on his face.
Chen Yuming looked at Ye Qing's expression and said:
"continue."
After He Wen nodded, he put his right hand on Ye Qing's heart, whether intentionally or not, and stood up with support.
His bright eyes looked at Ye Qing's unwavering eyes, dragging Ye Qing's feet, leaving a trace on the green grass.
The newly grown green grass broke into pieces one after another, leaking green grass juice and staining Ye Qing's back.
"Afterwards, the murderer dragged the unconscious Wang Datou to the cell door. This is the scene you saw in the cell."
"Wang Datou's hands were bound by his own prison uniform pants, his neck was tied to the cell door, and his face was covered by the soaked prison uniform top. He slowly suffocated to death in a coma."
After congratulating himself calmly, he helped Ye Qing up from the grass.
He looked at Ye Qing apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Secretary Ye, for staining your clothes."
Look at the young man who perfectly recreated his murder process.
Wang Liu's explanation of the congratulations appeared in Ye Qing's mind.
In addition, He Wen had deliberately pressed his heart just now.
Ye Qing knew that He Wen had guessed that he was the murderer.
He looked at the pair of eyes that were so bright that he didn't dare to look at them. He looked away and said, "It doesn't matter, black clothes don't look dirty."
He Wen smiled softly and said, "It's okay."
Ziliu!
Chen Yuming drank all the hot tea in the cup and waved his hand: "Matthew, He Wen, you two go to the main hall to rest first."
"Yes, Lord Prefect!"
The two of them saluted Chen Yuming and left quickly.
The moment He Wen turned around, he smiled and glanced at Ye Qing with bright eyes.
Wait until everyone has left.
Chen Yuming looked at Ye Qing calmly, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Ye Qing, and said calmly:
"Sit down and drink tea!"
"Thank you, Lord Prefect."
Ye Qing noticed the complexity and pity in Chen Yuming's eyes when he looked at him, and his heart couldn't help but beat a few times.
Afterwards, my originally nervous and anxious heart calmed down.
He came to the wooden couch, sat down calmly, and drank the tea in one gulp like a cow drinking water.
Bang!
The moment he put the tea cup on the wooden table.
Chen Yuming sighed and said with complicated eyes:
"Hey, if it wasn't He Wen, it's hard to tell that it was you."
"I didn't expect you to be one of theirs."
Ye Qing understood what the previous sentence meant.
But the next sentence left him confused.
Ye Qing, who dared to act bravely, frowned and said:
"My lord, I admit that Wang Datou died at my hands, but I don't understand who you mean by 'them'?"
Chen Yuming's face darkened and he whispered:
"Ye Qing, for defying divinely revealed laws, killing prisoners in prison is already a capital crime."
"Now that things have happened, you still want to protect your accomplices. Do you really think that the death penalty can't pry your mouth open?!"
"Still, I think that because you are so proud of your poetry and your unparalleled calligraphy, I don't dare to do anything to you?!"
