In the East Factory Hall, you can hear Lin Shangli's cheerful laughter of relief at any time.
Facing the Yunnan Pu'er served by Little Plum, Xiao Chen had no desire to taste it.
Seeing the factory owner and Duan Tianming chatting happily, he had no choice but to put a smile on his face and add a few words in agreement.
When I think of Liao Xianghe's steady expression, I look at the excitement of the factory owner in front of me.
The doubts in his heart came to his lips, but he suppressed them again.
"It's getting late. Mr. Factory Master, please rest early. We have to go to the palace to meet the Holy Spirit tomorrow, so we'll go back to the station first." Unable to find any mood to communicate, Xiao Chen stood up and said with cupped hands.
"Okay, you have been working hard for many days. I have taken it upon myself to give you a day off. I will allow you to sleep and wake up naturally tomorrow." Lin Shangli chuckled.
The joy of closing the case made him even cancel the daily morning exercises for Xiao Chen and Xiao Chen.
Hearing this, Duan Tianming felt excited: "In this winter, being able to sleep and wake up naturally is the most beautiful thing."
"Well, go to sleep, this is an extra reward for you."
"The factory boss still cares about his subordinates..."
After a few polite greetings, Xiao Chen followed Duan Tianming and returned to the Thirteenth Battle Station.
Pushing the door open and entering his room, a warm air hit his face.
He took off the official hat on his head and threw it on the table. He didn't even take off his fast boots and lay down on his little bed with his clothes on.
Looking sideways at the small bed specially built for San'er next to him, Xiao Chen had a happy smile on his face.
Calculating carefully, I have not visited San'er for almost ten days. I don't know how many words he has learned by following the royal family leader.
When he thought of this, Xiao Chen's mind flashed back to the first time he met San'er.
He was wearing a tattered old cotton coat, his little face was red from the cold, and his feet were wearing two asymmetrical adult cotton shoes that he picked up from somewhere. He chose to avoid himself when he approached.
If San'er hadn't provided him with the circumstances of Wang San's death, I'm afraid that for the rest of his life, he would have thought that Wang San's death was just an accident.
Wang San died due to Jin Yiwei's scheme, and in order to cover up the truth, more than a dozen innocent people were killed by Jin Yiwei.
Today, the culprit Liao Xianghe has signed a pledge, and what awaits him is the execution of the nine tribes.
But why don't I have any joy?
Who in the end instructed Zhang Shanren to hand out steamed buns without restraint to deepen the inertia and dependence of the people in Qinghedian, making them accustomed to eating the food they came to, and forgetting the diligence and hard work they should have had?
Looking back on this seemingly successful case, if you think about it carefully, it was actually a complete defeat.
Huang Anliang would rather sacrifice his son-in-law and daughter to save Liao Xianghe; and Liao Xianghe's crisp confession, who was he protecting with his own life?
For such a person who would rather die than surrender, no torture or torture will be of any use, no coercion or inducement will be of any use.
The only explanation that can make them willingly give their lives is that they have a belief in their hearts. Where does this belief come from? What is it?
Thinking of this, Xiao Chen felt inexplicably agitated.
He sat up from the bed, reached for the wine bottle that the old guy left for him on the table, raised his head and took a sip.
A high degree of soju was stabbed down the throat like a fire stick, with a slightly bitter aftertaste, just like Xiao Chen's current mood.
Even though I discovered all the doubts about the case, my voice was so insignificant and insignificant in the face of the factory owner's determination to close the case.
Even if he could chop off Liao Xianghe's left arm with a single blow, he would still be at his wits' end in the face of the factory boss who was bent on seeking merit and hastily closing the case.
This is power.
If you wear purple clothes at this moment, then the progress of this case can proceed according to your wishes.
If he had followed his own wishes and not trampled Liao Xianghe's high head under his feet, he would never have hastily closed the case.
The reason for all this is still because of power.
After taking a look at the wine bottle on the table, Xiao Chen wanted to pick it up and take another sip, but stopped again when his hand reached mid-air.
Drinking to drown one's sorrows is just the behavior of a weak person.
For the truly strong, for them, wine is just a way of releasing themselves when they are happy, and a free and easy way to meet a close friend when a thousand cups are too little.
Xiao Chen picked up the small stool beside the bed and sat next to the stove.
Looking at the steaming kettle on the stove, Xiao Chen recalled the time when he rushed back from the Qinghe store and San'er got off the bed and poured himself a cup of hot water.
San'er is lucky. If he hadn't met him, it's not certain whether he would have survived this winter this year.
I am also lucky. If it weren't for Wang San, I would have frozen to death in the ruined temple in my hometown on that New Year's Eve when my family was reunited more than ten years ago.
However, how many people are not so lucky.
Picking up a piece of charcoal, Xiao Chen gently put it into the stove.
Feeling the comfortable temperature in the room, Xiao Chen couldn't help but think of Changping Prefecture, Lao Li who worked as a jailer in the prefectural prison.
Even if I live frugally, I still have a tattered mat under my body.
The common people are suffering. In this powerful Ming Dynasty, those who can survive are all lucky.
The life that was already miserable was forced to be involved in the conspiracy set up by those in power for their own benefit, and innocent lives were taken away.
Xiao Chen felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
I am just an ordinary school captain in Dongchang, and it is obviously a joke to save all the people from the fire and water.
Trying to solve a problem that even the emperor cannot solve is tantamount to wishful thinking.
However, I am a school lieutenant, a front-line school lieutenant responsible for investigating cases in Dongchang. If I can't stick to my own principles, what qualifications do I have to accuse others of not doing what they should do?
Thinking of this, Xiao Chen's heart became clear.
If you give up your doubts about the case in order to take care of the factory owner's mood, I am afraid that this problem will remain in your heart forever.
Even if we can't find out what Liao Xianghe's real intention is, we should at least let him know that not everyone in Dongchang is so eager for quick success.
Tomorrow, the factory owner will enter the palace to face the saint. It won't be long before Liao Xianghe will be executed. Before that, what he has to do is to dig out as much useful things as possible from Liao Xianghe's mouth.
This case has been concluded in Dongchang, but here, it has only just begun.
Xiao Chen stood up, picked up the wine bottle on the table and took a deep drink.
Afterwards, he picked up Li Ren, who was thrown on the bed, in his hand, walked out of the gate of the Thirteenth Ward, and walked towards the Dongchang Prison.
