Chapter 71: Reasoning the clues, the tragic death of an innocent lost child
Qin Shaobai wanted to ask more, but Xiaolan had already put away the dishes: "Brother Qin, Master Song has to wait impatiently again."
Qin Shaobai quickly stood up, grabbed the official uniform that Xiaolan had prepared long ago, and walked out.
"Brother Qin, I forgot to tell you. I have already asked my master to give Miss Jin a bottle of Snow Flower Life Pills. Take one pill every day. Even if Miss Jin doesn't wake up, nothing will happen to her."
"Has Zhaoning returned to Wangxiang Tower?"
Xiaolan raised her head and stared at Qin Shaobai in confusion: "As far as I know, Miss Jin has been lying in Wangxiang Building since she fell into coma. I asked Yue'er to deliver the Snow Flower Yangming Pills.
No, you will ask Miss Jin about her situation after she comes back?"
Qin Shaobai shook his head and walked slowly out the door.
Forget it, just think that I had a hallucination after coming out of Wangxiang Tower.
Jin Guizhen didn't carry Jin Zhaoning out at all, and I didn't follow him to the cave, and there was no such thing as the sound of flute filling the river.
Thinking this way, he felt very relieved, and his steps moved much faster. When he went out the door, he saw Hong Fu hissing outside the door, and Rose stood quietly beside it.
"Rose, how is your lady doing now?"
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Qin. My lady took the Snowflake Life-saving Pills given by Mr. Qin and her condition has improved a lot. Therefore, the master asked me to send Hongfu as a mount for Mr. Qin to express my gratitude."
Qin Shaobai was about to ask Jin Guizhen if he was sure why Jin Zhaoning was unconscious, but Rose gave him a light salute, turned around, and walked away.
He could only get on the red whisk and run towards the county government office.
After a while, Qin Shaobai arrived at the county government office.
Song Ci had already sorted out the cases in his hands one by one, and several pieces of paper were spread all over the table.
"The several cases we have now seem to be unrelated, but they all seem to be related to the mysterious Beizhang."
Qin Shaobai nodded, still wanting to ask about Jin Zhaoning.
"Shaobai, I know you are worried about Miss Jin's condition. Yesterday I told Princess Chaoyang everything about the masters and apprentices of the Jin family. The princess said that the relationship between Jin and Song is now good. Even if they are really from Jin, it is not a big deal. And now
The Jin Kingdom's national power is deteriorating, and there is no need to worry about it."
Originally, in the remaining few years, the Jin Kingdom will have nothing to do with your Song Dynasty. Moreover, the Jin Kingdom was taken over by the Yuan Dynasty one step ahead of your Song Dynasty. I wonder what you are worried about?
"However, I still maintain my opinion. This master and disciple of the Jin family is by no means an ordinary person. Shaobai, you are an official of the Song Dynasty, so you should think more carefully and act accordingly."
Qin Shaobai raised his eyes slightly, smiled bitterly, and took the case file from Yue'er Niang on the table:
"We thought of Beizhang from Yue'er Niang, and then we found three children who were killed by Beizhang. We learned about the existence of poisonous people from them, and we were even more certain that these things were related to Beizhang. Then Qian
Jin Cai was brutally killed by Mr. Qian, and Qian Hong was attacked and died, but we found out that someone deliberately wanted us to think that Beizhang was going against us."
Song Ci listened very carefully, and after listening, his eyes were even more happy: "Shaobai, you really did not disappoint me. You have connected so many cases in just a few words."
"Master Song, you are really becoming more and more encouraging." Qin Shaobai pointed at Song Ci, tilted his neck and smiled, and then said, "There is another case now. We have to find out whether it is related to Beizhang.
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"Are you talking about the cases of missing children in Yonghe Village?"
Qin Shaobai nodded.
"After I came back, I talked to Nan Quan. He said there was no news about the child so far. His group of more than 30 people had almost overturned several nearby towns, and there was no news about it."
Song Ci said with an angry look on her face: "Sixteen children, aren't those people born and raised by their parents? How can they bear to attack children and use them..."
Song Ci suddenly stopped, turned around sharply, and asked, "How many days have it been since the children disappeared?"
Qin Shaobai immediately had a headache. When he came to the Song Dynasty, calculating days was the most difficult thing. In the past, he only had to take out his mobile phone and open the calendar and look at it. Now he has to count forward day by day.
He was too embarrassed to ask Xiaolan why Xiaolan could count the days so quickly and accurately.
At this moment, Qin Shaobai wanted to take out his fingers and calculate them one by one so that he could give Song Ci an answer quickly and accurately.
"It's been ten days, it's been ten days." Song Ci couldn't wait for Qin Shaobai to give him the answer, so he reported the answer first. Then his whole face turned pale, and his eyes were full of compassion.
"It seems like it's been ten days." Qin Shaobai touched his forehead, hoping that Song Ci didn't notice that he hadn't calculated the date yet.
"On the tenth day, if it is really what I think, something will happen on the tenth day."
Song Ci said, putting away the files on the table one by one: "Let's go to Yonghe Village."
Before we even reached the village entrance, we could hear crying in the village.
The two people quickly drove their horses and galloped over. They saw that the small square in front of the village was already crowded with people. The crying sound came from the middle of the square.
"Master Qin, Master Qin, something happened to the children." Old Mrs. Chen, who was the leader when reporting the crime, saw Qin Shaobai and rushed over to greet him. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he burst into tears...
"Old Master, please don't get excited. We are just here to see what happened. This is Lord Song Cisong, the executioner."
Qin Shaobai had just finished introducing Song Ci, and Mr. Chen was about to kneel on the ground. Song Ci quickly supported him.
"Master Song, you are the executioner. You will definitely be able to find out the cause of death of these eight children, right?"
He stared at Song Ci with expectant eyes, and his two old hands tightly grasped the skirt of Song Ci's clothes.
Cause of death of eight children?!
Eight children!
Eight!
Qin Shaobai and Song Ci looked at each other, and they could feel the heavy damage to each other's hearts.
"Folks, don't cry, don't panic, Mr. Qin, and Mr. Song, the prosecutor, are here. The children can be saved."
Qin Shaobai felt his face getting hot again and again.
He originally thought that after eight children died, these villagers would scold him angrily, attack him, or curse him, but they didn't. They stood quietly, then moved out of the way, and then looked at them with infinite expectation.
The parent officer.
"Let's go see the children." Song Ci gritted his teeth and walked quickly towards the small square.
On the small stage that had not yet been demolished in the small square, eight children were lying quietly on the tables.
Beside them were their parents who had cried silently.
"Folks, please step back first." Song Ci quickly ordered, "Mr. Chen, I would like to trouble you to find someone who can ride a horse, ride our horse back to the county government office and tell the headman Xiao, let him take it with you.
The arrests come quickly. In addition, please ask someone to find some screens. I want to create a small space here so that I can check the children properly."
"Why don't you just follow the sentence of the prison officer?" Old Mrs. Chen shouted anxiously, "You guys, do you still want to see those eight children lying here? Go quickly, go quickly."
The crowd immediately dispersed, and the weeping couple stepped back from the children. Passing by Song Ci and Qin Shaobai, they all knelt down again: "Sir, sir, you must give my children justice.
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Others, probably the parents who had not yet found their children, also knelt down: "Sir, please, please find our children quickly. We cannot let them die miserably like this."
Qin Shaobai felt his nose was sore. Looking at the deceased's parents helping each other to leave, Qin Shaobai felt his own incompetence for the first time.
If the case could have been closed earlier, these four children could have been saved.
Eight children, yes, there are only eight children's bodies now, that is to say, eight children are still alive.
No, I can't continue to be decadent like this. I must find a way to bring Beizhang to justice and return those eight children intact to the hands of their parents.
"Shaobai, come and help me." Song Ci shouted from the screen, "I seem to have discovered something useful."