"Ahem!" The yamen servant coughed twice: "My lord, I'm a little tired today. I need to take a short rest. Please step aside first."
"With just a few words, you haven't explained the case clearly yet, the magistrate is already tired?" Wan Quan stared at Yang Kang, who was sitting on the chair with his eyes closed, a little surprised.
If you don't want to proceed with the case according to my wishes, you can just say it. Who are you trying to fool by finding such an unlikely reason?
It’s so early in the morning and I feel tired after saying a few words. Do you think I will believe it?
"In this case, you are neither the plaintiff nor the defendant. The county may or may not adopt your opinions. You can go down for the time being. I want to ask the plaintiff what he wants." Looking at Wan Quan below, Yang Kang said thoroughly
I gave up trying to comfort him.
This is just a smelly and hard rock. Only if it is smashed will it stop being a stumbling block for you.
"Then I'll wait here to see what their attitude is and how the magistrate will handle this case in the end." Wan Quan remained stubborn and motionless.
"The master has to go down to work, what are you doing here? The county government has a special waiting area, come with me." The government servant said coldly.
"Just wait and wait. As long as the judgment of this case is inconsistent with the imperial decree, I will go to the higher-level government to appeal." The moment he walked out of the county government lobby, Wan Quan turned around and left a sentence.
It is said to be a waiting place, but it is actually the room where Yang Kang lives on weekdays.
Standing at the door of the lobby, watching the government officials bring Wan Quan into his room, Yang Kang clenched his fists, his palms already covered with sweat.
He has been a county magistrate for many years and has been sentenced in countless cases, but when it comes to murder, this is Yang Kang's first time.
My heart was beating rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of my mouth.
Wanquan didn't know that this room was where he was buried.
He sat down on the chair casually and looked up at the government official who was following him: "There isn't even a sip of cold water to quench your thirst in the waiting room of the county government?"
"Wait a minute, I'll carry the kettle for you." The Yamen servant said coldly, then opened the door curtain and walked towards the back room.
In the back room, Ma Lianshan's face was also a little pale, his chest was rising and falling sharply, his right hand was shaking slightly, and he handed a kettle to the yamen servant.
The kettle was not big, and could only hold one and a half kilograms of water at most. But for fear that it was not toxic enough, Malianshan put a full two ounces of arsenic inside.
After shaking for a long time, it was not completely melted. There was still a thick layer of white powder floating at the bottom of the kettle.
When he saw the yamen servant coming in, he didn't have time to think too much. In a panic, he handed the kettle out.
As Yang Kang's confidant and working outside all year round, the Yamen servant was much calmer. He took the kettle and walked outside.
"Here, if you want to drink water, pour it yourself." Putting the kettle on the table, the yamen servant took the water and fire stick leaning on the table, turned around and left.
Because he had to deal with "big things", Yang Kang sent all the other county government officials out early. And this knowledgeable government official walked to the gate of the county government office and chatted with the official on duty.
Homely things distract their attention.
Since he went out last night, he has not had a drop of water. At dawn, he ate a few bites of the dry food he brought with him, which made him need water to quench his thirst.
Wanquan didn't mind seeing the government officials treating him like this. As a common man, how could he expect these government officials, who looked down upon others, to have a good look?
Turning over the tea bowl on the table, Wan Quan picked up the kettle and filled the tea bowl with warm water.
Put down the kettle, pick up the tea bowl and prepare to drink.
"Hey, why is there so much scale in this warm water? The water in Lantian County is not as clear and clean as that in Magou Town." Wanquan muttered in his mouth, picked up the tea bowl, drank more than half of it in one breath, and removed the water from the bottom of the bowl.
He poured out the white powder, poured a full bowl again, and drank again.
After drinking three or four bowls of warm water in a row, the strong feeling of hunger and thirst in my mouth was relieved a lot.
"Oh, I just hope that Zhang Xi can insist on redressing his father's injustice and not let a little money change his original intention of coming to the county government office." He muttered silently in his heart, Wan Quan leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and thought for a while.
I need to rest for a while so that I can have the energy to defend Zhang’s father’s grievances.
In the inner room, Malianshan clenched his fists, breathing heavily, with a layer of nervous sweat on his forehead, quietly waiting for the arsenic to take effect.
Outside the door of the house, Yang Kang was also stiff, leaning tightly against the wall.
Like Malianshan, he was just waiting for Wanquan to moan in pain.
"Ugh..." His stomach was churning, and Wanquan couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a stream of light yellow bitter water.
"What's going on? Do I have heat stroke? Why do I feel so uncomfortable in my stomach? I feel a strong urge to vomit?" I wondered in my heart, and a mouthful of sour water came back from my stomach.
"No, why does my stomach hurt so much?" Holding the table with one hand and covering his stomach with the other, Wanquan began to rub it vigorously.
Outside the gate, Yang Kang's face was red, and his hands clenched into fists as soon as he stretched them out. He raised his ears and listened quietly to the slight changes in the room.
"Oh, oh. Why does my stomach hurt so much? Did I eat something bad?" Kneading with one hand was no longer enough to relieve the sharp pain in the stomach. Wanquan covered his stomach with both hands and leaned forward hard. He had already moved from the chair.
It slid down slowly.
Listening to Wan Quan's moans, which were louder than the last, Ma Lianshan in the back room really wanted to rush out and cover his mouth.
But the fear of killing in his heart made him rush several times, but in the end he didn't have the courage to open the door curtain.
"No, there must be something wrong with the water." Dou Da's sweat seeped out from Wan Quan's forehead and slid to the ground along his cheek, "Yang Kang, you despicable villain, in broad daylight, you actually
You dare to poison me and want to kill someone and silence me."
Hearing Wan Quan yelling and cursing loudly, Yang Kang outside couldn't bear it anymore and rushed in through the door in one step.
"As expected, it's you, you despicable villain, you don't deserve to die well." Wan Quan rolled on the ground while enduring the severe pain in his stomach, and yelled loudly.
Yang Kang was completely helpless. Looking at Wan Quan's painful and deformed appearance, he felt even more frightened in his heart.
I looked around and found nothing of interest. Only the large ceramic kettle with a bowl mouth was quietly placed on the table.
Without saying a word, he grabbed the kettle, raised it high above his head, and smashed it on Wanquan's head.
Maybe he was too panicked and didn't aim, or maybe Wanquan rolled and just missed it, the water bottle went around his head accurately and hit Wanquan's nose.
Immediately, two streams of blood gushed out from his nostrils. Combined with Wan Quan's rickety and deformed body, he looked like a kid who had escaped from hell, which made people feel terrified.
The desire to live made Wan Quan shout loudly: "Kill people, kill people."
Hearing this voice, Yang Kang subconsciously turned around and ran away.
The door curtain was opened with a crash, and Ma Lianshan rushed out with a quilt in his arms.
He covered Wanquan, who was rolling on the ground, and at the same time, his whole body was pressed against the quilt.
"Um, um..." Wanquan struggled, trying to get out from under the quilt.
"What are you still doing standing there? Come over here and suppress him together." Looking at his father-in-law who looked frightened, confused and at a loss, Ma Lianshan scolded him loudly.
As if he had come to his senses, Yang Kang didn't say a word, and threw himself over on the spot, lying on the quilt with his whole body. His hands were trembling, and he beat the body that was still rolling from time to time under the quilt.
This tense and terrifying behavior lasted for an entire hour, until there was no sound or movement under the quilt, the two of them looked at each other in horror and slowly crawled away from the quilt.
Malianshan's face was pale, and he knelt beside the quilt, staring closely at the figure under the quilt.
Yang Kang was out of breath and sat down on one side, not even daring to reach out and lift the quilt to see what was going on inside.
"Dead?"
"Probably dead."
"open to take a look?"
"I'm a little scared, I don't dare."
"Then let's open it together."
The two of them each took a corner of the quilt and slowly opened it.
Under the quilt, Wan Quan was hunched over, his hair was messy and his whole face was deformed.
There were little blood stains oozing from the seven orifices, and he had stopped breathing long ago, without any signs of life.
