Ji Chundong glanced at him: "because I know you, the more oppressive it is, the more you rebound. The more you're told not to go to jail, the more you're going to beat people to the skin and flesh and frustrate their prestige. But I'm not joking with you about it. It's my nephew. If you dare to hurt him, we can't finish it. "

Du Minying leaned on a slightly hard mahogany armchair with a leisurely posture: "since you know me, you should know that I never beat prisoners randomly..."

"Come on." Ji Chundong said, "I don't know what the punishment department means. It's black."

"Alas, you......" Du Minying's just and open-minded image can't be put on any longer. He gave Ji Chundong a reproachful look and said, "OK, my grandson shouted out. I'll give you a face and listen to the evidence first. If it is found out that he really killed someone, whether intentionally or unintentionally, this board is inevitable. You know it."

Ji Chundong asked: "will the autopsy be performed?"

"How can I know the cause of death if I don't know the cause of death?"

"Well, then." Ji Chundong got up and said, "if it doesn't work out, I'll ask for foreign aid. The procurator of the village recommended Yang Shangshu for you. You know about the serial murders in Xijin county. That work has skills. But I told you in advance that work is my niece."

Du Minying stayed for a while, and only after a long time did she relax: "niece, nephew, what's the relationship between them?"

"Mother and son."

"I think you're looking for a fight." Du Minying slapped the table and yelled, "if my relatives don't avoid the case, they still take the initiative to join in. How dare I use her to wait for impeachment?"

Ji Chundong said sincerely: "but she is really powerful..."

"Shut up now, and then, get out of this door!"

Ji Chundong didn't say a word, but he was probably worried about his nephew and grandson. His expression was not good.

Du Minying glanced past the folded examination list on the case table, thought about it, and asked softly, "where were you last night?"

Ji Chundong is stunned and looks at him.

Du Minying looked up at his facial features sharply, and noticed every expression and action: "you heard it just now. Last night, the Yamen of the criminal department was stolen. What was lost has not been found out, but the whole yamen duty guard fainted for an hour. Where were you then?"

Ji Chundong's response came to him, and he said, "I'm writing that hundred thousand words of death sentence book in the patrol Yamen. Why, do you want to arrest me, and check whether what I said is true?"

Du Minying stood up and looked him in the eye. His pupils were very deep: "Laoji, I don't engage in crooked ways here. You know, don't move my feet. I want to find out that last night's incident really has something to do with your little grandson. I promised not to count what I said, fight when I should, punish when I should. I don't think I can't get off when I'm a child. I dare not be a little grandson of Laoji Look, I'm not sure he really has a marvellous miraculous skill. "

The air flow between the two men immediately drew out the arrow and crossbow. After a long time, the general voice of the soldiers came to find Du Minying.

Du Minying walked away, talking with the soldier as he walked through the front yamen corridor.

In the small hall, Ji Chundong lowered his head and saw several strands of complexity in his eyes.

Last night, the Yamen of the criminal Department entered. He just knew that, didn't he

Thinking of the relationship between Rong Ling and you, Ji Chundong can't help worrying. What did Liu Wei and his wife do?

Mengqi's death case is scheduled to open at the second quarter of noon. Because it is an internal case and involves senior officials in the court, the trial is not open to the public.

But in fact, when the trial really started, there were many people around.

Several came from the uncle's mansion, several from the prince's mansion, several from Meng Shaoqing's mansion, and several from zuocheng's mansion. At last, the dead and shameless prosecutor of the village, Ji Chundong and the officials related to the case packed the quiet Hall of the punishment department.

Today's chief judge is Du Shilang, an old criminal officer who is jealous of evils as enemies, honest and upright.

Before the opening of the court, Liu Wei was among the relevant personnel in the uncle's mansion. After observing the master's servant, she found out that the other side was too young among the senior officials of the Ministry of punishment. At the same time, she was relieved. The young people were better to deal with than the veterans who were familiar with the officialdom.

Zhuang Chang, sitting opposite the hall, holds a small teacup in his hand, glances at Liu Wei from time to time, turns his head and communicates with Yang Shangshu.

Liu Wei noticed the sight that Zhuang often saw and was grateful. She didn't expect that the patrol mansion would step in.

"Pa!" Striking the table and making a loud sound, it brings the people who are talking back to reality.

"Take a man with you!"

A moment later, the little boy in white prison uniform, short and emaciated, came to the hall slowly in the sound of the shackles being pulled by the guards.

The little boy was very honest, and he knelt down in a proper way. His face was made of pink, carved and jade. Because of the two-day prison disaster, he lowered his head, didn't look at any place, but focused on the ground under his knee.

Dushi Lang is not allowed to delay in handling affairs. After seeing the criminals in place, he raised his chin and winked at the master on his side.The master promised to take the body of Mengqi out of the ice cellar with him, and he also attached it to the chief judge of the case.

"Open the cloth."

The servant Wei opened the white cloth on the body and heard a slight sob. Du Minying glanced and found that it was Meng Tai's wife. He frowned as if he felt noisy.

Then he clapped the startled wood again, interrupted Mrs. Meng's sobbing voice coldly, then stared at the small criminal under the hall, and asked, "did you kill it?"

The little boy raised his head and fixed his eyes on the pale and purple corpse in front of him. After a while, he said, "No."

"Someone saw that you killed it. You had a quarrel with the victim Mengqi in the east of the Beijing street market, and then it turned into a physical conflict. At last, you smashed Mengqi into the tea house and threw up blood, causing him to die on the spot. Isn't that true?"

The little boy slowly raised his chin, his eyes were round and lovely in the past, but now they almost narrowed into a straight line. He clenched his teeth and stared at the chief judge in the hall. His tongue was grinding with teeth, and he took a deep breath: "it's true, but not all of the facts. I beat him, and I can admit that I have the ability to fight against the victim, or even exceed his force value, but this is not a generation It means that I caused his death. If you really want to convict me, please come up with more favorable direct evidence to prove that the fatal injury on him was really caused by me. Otherwise, the small people would be hard to accept it. "

Du Minying takes a deep breath. His deep pupils contain the sharpness that no one can ignore. He doesn't believe that a child under ten years old can have such strong logical discrimination. Now he begins to doubt that the person who sneaked into the Yamen of the criminal department last night really went to the dungeon. What did someone say to the child? Someone taught the child to say these words!

With full of conspiracy theory, the high-ranking Mr. Du stares at Ji Chundong who listens to him. Looking back, he says to Hou Li, "you say!"