But the stall owner was not in a hurry to speak, and just said: "Can the blood be tested? I didn't kill the person...why did the government arrest me?"
Just as Jiang Wu was about to speak, a slightly hoarse male voice suddenly came from beside him: "Shouldn't the government arrest you for inflicting such atrocities on a corpse?"
Jiang Wu was startled and raised her head subconsciously. Fu Heng was approaching with his hands behind his back. She stood up and was caught off guard by a pair of cold eyes. The light in the cell was dim, but those eyes shocked her, as if they were icy.
His eyes seemed to be broken. He was still wearing the dark red Feiyu suit, with two unfamiliar subordinates following him to the left and right.
The stall owner had stopped crying at this time. He lay on his back like a broken pot and murmured: "As expected of you, the royal guards. No matter how dirty things the powerful people do, they are indifferent. A poor family like me, just
Even if you chop up a corpse, you will be questioned and beheaded by the officials."
This... looks like there is something hidden.
The stall owner said: "Last night, I saw a corpse in the alley. I wanted to report it to the police, but I saw that the girl had a lot of good things all over her body. She looked like a rich person."
He looked at Fu Heng, with a bit of cold malice in his eyes: "You are Mr. Jinyiwei, how can you understand the difficulties of our poor people? I am a butcher, but breeding pigs are getting more and more expensive, and business is not easy to do. Some time ago, something happened
A woman came to my stall and slandered me, saying that the meat I sold was not fresh, and my business was even worse."
"It's all your fault, you rich people...it's all that bitch's fault. It's all her fault that caused me."
…
On that cold night, the moon also quietly hid in the woods. The butcher dragged the body and muttered, "It's all your fault... It's all your fault..."
He dragged the body onto the cart, with fresh pork underneath the body. When he returned home, he went to the small yard where he usually killed pigs, and started working hard. His wife, who was lingering on the sickbed with a pale complexion in her clothes, asked
Him: "What are you doing?"
Without looking back he said: "Work."
The wife didn't ask any questions and dragged the sick body back to lie down sleepily.
He kept the thighs at home and sold the two calves. Finally, he thought about it and skinned only one.
The stall owner's face was full of tears. He said: "You are rich and noble people. You are born with wealth. My daughter has been dead for so long. Has anyone cared about it? I want to seek justice for her, but has anyone cared about it?!"
Jiang Wu's eyes narrowed for a moment, "You also have a daughter?"
"Yes, my daughter is about the same age as you, but just last year, she was spotted by the housekeeper of Prince Ping's Mansion and was taken to Prince Ping's Mansion. Within a few days, she was no longer a human being. She died immediately after being sent back.
, you are seeking justice for the dead girl now, but where is my daughter!"
Fu Heng's eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking, until Jiang Wu gently tugged on the hem of his waist and asked him in a low voice: "Who is Prince Ping?"
Fu Heng did not answer her question, but placed his eyes leisurely on her hand.
Jiang Wu followed his gaze, then curled her lips and retracted her hand angrily.
The stall owner quickly calmed down and said, "I admit that I chopped up the body and sold it, but when I went there, she was already dead. I didn't kill the person."
Jiang Wu hurriedly asked: "When did you see the body? Was there anything next to it at that time?"
"At about ten o'clock, she was lying there with a paper basket next to her and a mass of blood on her chest."
At Mao hour, that is, after five o'clock in the morning, it is winter when the days are short and the nights are long. It is indeed the time for many butchers and the like to start working.
When they finally left, the stall owner suddenly said: "Am I going to die?"
After saying this, without waiting for a reply, he shook his head and said, "If you die, you will die. There is no point in living."
…
When they returned to the lobby, Li Zhuo was already here. This was Beizhen Fusi after all. He did not dare to offend here, but the two women kneeling in front of the lobby were both his concubines.
I saw Li Zhuo also kneeling, but when he spoke, his waist was much harder than the two of them, "I wonder what crime my two concubines committed that made Master Fu so aggressive."
Fu Heng pointed at the two people in the hall: "Both of these two are suspected of murder and should be imprisoned and interrogated according to law."
Li Zhuo's eyes widened and he cried out that he was wronged: "What are you talking about, sir, about my daughter? My family has already found out that she died in an accident."
He lowered his eyes, "I just interrogated the servant, and the servant was finally willing to confess that she was my girl's personal maid. Because she was scolded by Jiaojiao the day before yesterday, she held a grudge. While Jiaojiao was out, she followed and... stabbed Jiaojiao to death.
"
Aunt Rong looked at him in disbelief, as if she was meeting this pillow person for the first time. She murmured: "You...the person who died was your biological daughter!"
Li Zhuo did not look at her, but just raised his hand towards Fu Heng: "This is a scandal in the inner house. It has caused trouble to you, sir. I will definitely come to apologize someday."
As he said that, two servants came up with a man with a bruised nose and face. Jiang Wu took a closer look and saw that it was a little girl, wearing relatively ordinary clothes. As soon as the little girl knelt down, she cried and said: "I'm sorry, Miss... I killed you."
Miss……"
Aunt Rong was stunned and her body trembled slightly: "Chunhua?"
She looked at Chunhua and then at Li Zhuo, who was calm and composed, and felt a chill in her heart - Chunhua was her confidant and had grown up with Jiaojiao. How could he kill Jiaojiao over such a trivial matter?
Heart?
But judging from what I mean, there must be something deeper behind the murderer.
She looked at Chunhua and unknowingly shed tears again: "Chunhua..."
Chunhua is about the same age as Jiaojiao. I'm afraid she was severely tortured when she was in the palace. Her nose and face are already bruised and swollen. Now she kowtows many times in the court, and her forehead is bloody and bloody.
"I'm sorry, miss, I'm sorry, miss, it's all my fault, it's all me..." Chunhua cried miserably, and Jiang Wu looked more and more wrong.
Jiang Wu asked Chunhua: "If you are really the murderer, where is the murder weapon? And how did you dump the body? Is there any transportation?"
Chunhua raised her head and looked at Jiang Wu blankly.
Li Zhuo next to him made a fist with one hand and coughed lightly.
——In a moment, Chunhua suddenly shouted: "I'm sorry, Miss!" Then, the little girl with a bruised nose and face burst out with amazing strength. She stood up suddenly and ran a few steps, and then "Bang——
"It hit the pillar of the house with a loud sound.
Feeling that something was wrong with her movements, Jiang Wuwan stepped forward to stop her, but the blood from her forehead spurted all over her face.
Chunhua actually died like that.
Jiang Wu looked at Li Zhuo fiercely and saw him looking at the dead Chunhua and slowly curling his lips.