Daming King of Punishment

Page 539

The furnishings in the cell are very simple, except for a table and two stools, it is a forbidden barrel.Other than that, the rest is a mess of straw.

Apart from this incident in the cell, the guards who had been drinking were all sober at this moment, and each of them was trembling, standing behind Song Wuya as if facing a catastrophe, waiting to be punished.

"The deceased died of poisoning last night. Don't you guys want to explain to me what's going on?" Song Wuya looked at the situation in the cell, walked towards the forbidden barrel, and at the same time said coldly to the prisoner. The jailers asked.

These jailers were about to be scared out of their wits. After all, if a person died in the cell, if it wasn't for the criminal committing suicide in fear of crime, it would be no small matter.

Several jailers looked at me, I looked at you, and looked at each other, but no one spoke loudly first.

Looking at the empty forbidden barrel, Song Wuya snorted coldly and turned his head back: "From yesterday morning, the dead entered here and started talking."

The few of them are also very clear that this matter is obviously inescapable.But none of these guys wanted to ask for trouble, and they still didn't know how to speak.

Song Wuya's patience is limited, especially under such circumstances.

"Okay, let's not talk about it. Pull them all out and chop them up."

For a moment, all the people present gasped.Those yamen servants almost peed on their pants, knelt down on the ground and cried.

"Lord Song, isn't this kind of punishment too much?" The magistrate was shocked when he heard Song Wuya say that, and immediately came forward to intercede for these jailers. "They were just dereliction of duty, and Han Bing's death was definitely not done by them. It's inevitable that they killed them just like this..."

"Isn't that too unkind?" Song Wuya interrupted the county magistrate coldly. "I don't care who is at fault for Han Bing's death, or whether they have neglected their duties. I am an imperial envoy, and they kept silent when faced with my inquiry. Take it seriously. If you don’t take this official as an imperial envoy seriously, then you don’t take the Holy Majesty seriously. Do you think they should die or not?”

"This..." The county magistrate was at a loss for words for a moment, he never expected Song Wuya to say that.The words were forced to this point, what else could the county magistrate say, sighed, frowned, shook his head and said in a low voice, "Damn it!"

"Drag out, cut it off!" Song Wuya's angry cry resounded again in the small prison.

The few yamen servants finally felt the fear of death at this moment, and one of them's legs trembled, and the urine came out.

Zhu Long looked at Song Wuya, frowned, and then said sharply: "You guys, why are you still crying here? The Imperial Envoy asked you something, and you still didn't answer?"

With Zhu Long's reminder at this moment, the yamen servants didn't care what others said or not, and they all rushed to explain what started yesterday.

"My lord, that Han Bing was imprisoned by the little one, and he has never been out of the cell!"

"Yes, my lord, it is absolutely true, and we do not know how he died."

……

Originally, Song Wuya was just getting angry, not really going to kill these people.

"Hmph! Are you in a hurry now? In my opinion, you are nothing but courting death." Listening to what they said, Song Wuya said coldly: "Hmph! What did you eat for lunch after Han Bing came in yesterday? What did you drink, what did you eat and drink at night, has anyone visited them?"

"Yesterday we gave him half a bowl of water and two steamed buns."

One jailer rushed to speak, but before he finished speaking, the other stopped him.

"No one came to visit them."

"Then why didn't you close the prison door after midnight?" Song Wuya asked again.

"The younger ones drank alcohol last night. They were afraid that the brothers who came to change shifts today would not be able to open the door, so they simply did not close it."

These yamen servants, you have given me an overview of what happened yesterday.

But it is obvious that such a description is really meaningless, and it is full of loopholes.They were drunk last night, if the county magistrate hadn't overturned the table when they came in this morning, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to wake them up.It is conceivable that if someone entered here last night, it would obviously be a breeze.

Song Wuya didn't ask any questions. He came to the table and lowered his head to examine it carefully.

Not long after, he walked out of the cell door and looked at the prisoners in other cells.

"Have you seen what happened last night? Has anyone seen someone enter the cell yesterday to see Han Bing?"

Song Wuya asked these prisoners loudly.

Hearing this, Bai Zhuo reminded from the side: "Brother Wu Ya, if you ask these people, do you think they are credible?"

"I know." Just after Bai Zhuo finished reminding, someone spoke up.

Song Wuya looked at that person, smiled slightly and said, "Okay, let's talk about it. If you are telling the truth, I will naturally benefit from you."

Let these people speak without conditions, I'm afraid it won't work.

The man was taken aback when he heard this, but then he smiled and asked, "My lord, what can you do for me? Will you let me out?"

"Don't even think about releasing it. You might as well think about eating and drinking." Song Wuya would not make his release a condition because of such a thing.

What Song Wuya said is the real thing, but I don't want this guy to not buy it at all, he laughed and shook his head violently: "That can't be done!"

Seeing him like this, Song Wuya didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, he looked up at the others and asked loudly: "Do the rest of you know?"

But no one responded, as if other than this guy, no one else knew anything about it.

Even so, Song Wuya would not compromise with this man, he walked out directly, without looking back, he said to the jailers who hadn't calmed down: "Drag out and beat him hard. .”

Throwing down such a sentence, Song Wuya went straight out.Now, the guy who was joking just now was suddenly dumbfounded.

The other prisoners around suddenly laughed.

Stealing chickens is not enough, the guy drooped his face, watched Song Wuya go away, and suddenly became anxious: "My lord, I said I said, don't hit me, I don't want anything, I just tell you. "

It wasn't until he said this that Song Wuya turned around and said, "Okay, let's talk about it."

"Okay." The guy showed a look of grievance, originally wanted to use this matter to make Song Wuya a bamboo stick, but he almost got beaten. "Last night last night, I don't know what time it is, it should be very late anyway. I was woken up by a pee, and I heard footsteps as soon as I opened my eyes. After a while, I saw it through the moonlight outside. A guy in a black robe walked in from outside."

"It's over?" Song Wuya paused when he saw what the prisoner said, and asked.

"Well, it's over." The prisoner nodded.

Bai Zhuo immediately rolled his eyes, and immediately said to the jailer: "Drag out and beat him."

Hearing this, the prisoner almost didn't cry.Fortunately, Song Wuya raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, how long did the man in black stay in there before leaving?"

"This... seems to be the time for a stick of incense?" The prisoner was not sure about this, and was very puzzled: "I didn't hear the sound of the watch at the time, and I was confused and not sure. I only heard it seemed that they It was whispering something, and then there was the sound of eating and drinking."

"So, someone came here to see Han Bing last night." After hearing this, Song Wuya nodded and said, he looked up at the prisoner and asked: "The height of the man in black robe How? Compared with me?"

Song Wuya came to stand in front of the cell door, the prisoner took a few steps back, went back to the corner, lay down, looked at it for a few moments and shook his head: "You are not as tall as an adult, it seems to be half a head shorter than you."

Song Wuya nodded, turned around to look at the people next to him, and after scanning around, walked to the side of the county magistrate and said, "Then you should be the county magistrate's height?"

"Your Excellency, you are joking." The county magistrate's face froze, and he hid back in embarrassment.

The prisoner nodded, and Song Wuya didn't say anything else.He looked back at the guards and said, "Go out and buy some food and drink, come here, treat him well, and don't do anything to him."

"Thank you sir, thank you sir!" The prisoner was overjoyed when he heard Song Wuya's order suddenly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed his thanks.

After leaving the prison, Zhu Long had already arranged for someone to send the body to the morgue, waiting for his body to be examined.