Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six: Licking the Dog Has No Good End
When Su Lu rushed to the government office, Li Ling had already sealed off the front and rear, and imposed complete martial law.
The guards guarding the gate unsheathed their swords, strung their bows, and stood ready.
There were people watching the excitement in the distance, but they were blocked by the imperial guards and could not get close to the steps in front of the government office.
Zhao Kuo was as soft as a puddle of mud, not far from Mr. Luo's body.
Su Lu walked over and asked Li Ling: "How is Mr. Zhao doing? Is the injury serious?"
Zhao Kuo struggled to get up, with a pale face: "Uncle, please avenge my family."
Su Lu helped Zhao Kuo up: "I've only been walking for a while, why did something happen to Mr. Luo?"
Zhao Kuo told the story of the incident, his voice trembling:
"My subordinate is useless. I didn't even see the thief's face clearly. Fortunately Captain Li was passing by with his troops, otherwise I would have died at the hands of that man."
Su Lu frowned, it was still a case handled by the police.
"Captain Zhao, although you didn't see his face, can you hear that man's voice?"
There was some hesitation on Zhao Kuo's face: "The man's voice changed. Although it sounded familiar to me, I couldn't tell that he was from the government office."
Su Lu waved his hand: "Let's first assume that we are from the government office. Li Ling, please gather all the government agents together and count them according to the roster. No one is missing."
Li Ling went as ordered.
Zhao Kuo followed Su Lu to the government office, his face full of shame: "Uncle, my subordinates may not be able to hear this."
Su Lu said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, just try your best to identify him. I will naturally find a way to find him."
Soon, the detectives gathered in the government office, and Li Ling directed the boss to count people from the roster.
At this time, an official came in from the outside with his junior staff. The leading official was startled when he saw the situation in the yard, but when he saw Su Lu, he walked over quickly and asked.
"But Uncle Su Lu, who wrote Liangzhou Ci, is in person?"
Su Lu nodded: "Who is this sir?"
The official's face was full of joy: "Song Ying, the head of the official department, was ordered to come to deal with Mr. Luo's matter. I didn't expect to meet my uncle. I am really happy."
Su Lu waved his hand: "Your officials acted too fast. Mr. Luo died just over an hour ago, and you were here already, Chief Song. The efficiency of the officials is also too high."
Song Ying looked around and stretched out his hand to ask, "Uncle, please lend me a step to speak."
Su Lu and Song Ying walked a few steps away from everyone, and then Song Ying spoke:
"Uncle, it has been more than two hours since the Ministry of Personnel received the news of Mr. Luo's death. Mr. Shangshu and the left and right ministers agreed on the handling measures before letting the officials come."
Su Lu was stunned. Damn it, this could happen. The officials had received the news in advance. This murderer was too arrogant.
"Mr. Song, who sent the letter to your staff to discuss the measures without verifying it?"
Song Ying's eyes widened: "How could your uncle say that? Of course our official department will verify it first. The official responsible for verification is convinced that a government official confirmed that Mr. Luo is indeed dead, and then our official department discussed the matter."
Disposal measures.”
Su Lu's back felt cold. If it was true as Song Ying said, then the web had been completely woven. If he hadn't brought Li Ling and his guards to protect him, he would probably be dead now.
Su Lu called Zhao Kuo over and said, "Tell Chief Song, when was your master assassinated?"
"It looks like less than an hour."
Zhao Kuo looked at Song Ying in confusion.
Song Ying's face turned pale: "Did you witness your family being stabbed with your own eyes?"
Zhao Kuo's face turned pale, he retched, and his expression turned ugly:
"My subordinates did witness the assassination of your Excellency with your own eyes. You could only see that the murderer was wearing a police officer's uniform, but you were unable to see clearly who assassinated your Excellency."
Song Ying's face turned pale and he stood aside without saying a word for a long time.
He knew that he had been involved in a whirlpool, an officialdom whirlpool that could swallow him up.
Su Lu pointed at the detectives and said, "You will distinguish them carefully later and point out any suspicious ones."
Li Ling commanded the imperial army to use the swords of a group of policemen:
"Write your name on the waist knife and put it here. When the questioning is completed and there are no problems, the knife will be returned to you."
After a while, the ground was covered with waist knives with names written on them.
Zhao Kuo began to distinguish the voice and find out who killed Mr. Luo.
Li Lin came in with several forbidden troops and a dog. It was the local dog that was wandering around the meat stall that day when he captured the Thule people.
"Sir, who are you asking your subordinates to bring the dogs over to find?"
Li Lin tightened his grip on the local dog, who was jumping and barking and about to pounce in the direction of the waist knife. He had a strange look on his face. There were so many policemen here, and it would take a lot of money to find someone.
Su Lu told Li Lin to let go of Wangcai: "This time, if you don't look for anyone, look for a knife."
Looking for a knife?
A group of people looked at Su Lu with strange expressions on their faces.
Over there, Zhao Kuo had already screened out several people, and the picked out agents were all sweating profusely, their legs were trembling, and they couldn't even stand still.
"Brother Zhao, please don't harm us. How can we kill you?"
"Zhao Kuo, you are avenging a private vendetta. I have a grudge against you, so you are trying to harm me like this."
Zhao Kuo remained unmoved and followed Su Lu's instructions to continue selecting people who might be the murderers.
"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, there is an urgent order from the Ministry of War. You must rush to the Ministry of War immediately."
A messenger came over and reported.
Su Lu took the summons, looked at it and said, "I understand, you can go back first."
The messenger was a little embarrassed: "Shilang Zhou said that I will definitely take you back."
Su Lu glanced at the sky and said casually: "Okay, then you wait for a while, I will follow you after I solve the case."
Case solved?
There are question marks on the forehead of the messenger. Is it so easy to solve the case?
Su Lu refused to leave, and he had no choice but to ask the imperial guard next to him about the case. After asking, the ordering soldier became even more confused.
A fifth-grade magistrate was killed. Could the case be solved so easily?
Is there no way I can bring Governor Su to the Ministry of War today?
The messengers were like ants on a hot pot, coming and going.
Wangcai walked around among a bunch of waist knives, lay down in front of one, stuck out his tongue and licked it vigorously.
Li Lin walked over angrily and kicked Wangcai's butt:
"You licking dog, this is a knife. If you lick the wrong place, your tongue will be cut off. Can you lick it randomly? Even a licking dog will not end well."
Wangcai remained unmoved and continued to lick the sword.
Su Lu glanced at the name on the waist knife and waved his hand: "Catch the catcher."
Without waiting for the imperial army to take action, during the arrest, a young officer suddenly jumped up onto the high wall.
Su Lu smiled and said, "I killed someone and didn't run away. Is this kid brave enough, or is he just a tough guy in the background?"
As soon as the young detective jumped onto the high wall, he jumped down from the wall again, looking timidly at the surrounding imperial troops.
"I didn't kill anyone"
"You can't slander good people."
Su Lu asked Zhao Kuo, who looked shocked: "How is it? Is it this sound?"
Zhao Kuo nodded and stared at the young policeman fiercely: "He Gouzi, my lord treats you well, why do you want to kill me?"
He Gouzi struggled, "I didn't kill you."
Zhao Kuo went up and kicked He Gouzi down, and ordered several officers to tie He Gouzi up:
"If you didn't kill me, why did you run away? If my uncle hadn't sent heavy troops outside in advance, your grandson would have run away now."
He Gouzi tilted his triangular eyes: "I didn't kill him."
Su Lu pointed at He Gouzi's waist knife. Li Lin struggled to snatch the waist knife from Wangcai's mouth and took it over.
"This knife has just killed someone. Although the smell of blood on it has been wiped away, we humans can't smell it, but dogs are different. They can smell it. He Gouzi, you didn't kill Mr. Luo, then you can use
Who did this knife kill?"
He Gouzi's legs softened and he knelt on the ground.