Excavated mass burial pits; neatly stacked half-rotten corpses; corpses of children with facial features and internal organs dug out; mud and sand mixed with corpse fragments, pots and stoves for cooking corpses...
Although they are all black and white glass plate photos with limited clarity, the vivid details still make many people afraid to look at the screen.
"This is Physical Evidence No. 291: The Soul-Born Gourd." Following Shen Ruiming's voice, panoramic and close-up pictures of the gourd flashed on the screen; "This is Physical Evidence No. 292, the 'Corpse Pill' found in the gourd. According to the suspect Renwu Zhiqi’s confession: Corpse elixir is made from the grease of the victim’s corpse mixed with other substances..."
There was dead silence in the auditorium, but Shen Ruiming knew that horror, fear and the resulting anger were fermenting in the crowd. He was secretly proud.
"...This is physical evidence No. 778, 'big medicine'. According to the confession of the suspect Fu Wen, he used the victim's corpse to mix medicinal materials to create the so-called 'aphrodisiac.' Members of his gang sold the aphrodisiac at 2 per pill. Sold in Guangzhou for the price of two silver coins..."
When he said this, Shen Ruiming keenly noticed that the face of an old man in the special auditorium suddenly twisted, as if he had just eaten a piece of shit.
It seems that he is one of the drug users. Shen Ruiming thought to himself.
Although the physical evidence display was less than one-tenth of the actual content, the amount was staggering. It was already after three o'clock in the afternoon when all the evidence was displayed.
Then Liang Xinhu began to ask the defendant: "Defendant Wu Zhiqi, did you hear clearly what the prosecutor just said?" When Wu Zhiqi agreed, Liang Xinhu said again: "Tell me all the facts." Wu Zhiqi said Qi had long given up hope of surviving. He was frightened by Cui Hantang's "magic" and had long ago agreed to explain everything. He only wanted to retain his three souls and six souls after death. Naturally, he talked like a bamboo tube. Fu Wen knew that he had committed a heinous crime and had no reason to survive - not to mention that he had been living in an endless hell these days. At the moment, he only wanted to die quickly, asking questions and saying whatever he wanted, without any reservations. On the other hand, a few accomplices believed that their culpability was limited and had a sense of luck. They were evasive and evasive when making confessions.
Shen Ruiming didn't take it seriously either. He had so much evidence that this little trick had no effect. After all the suspects finished giving their statements, he looked at Liang Xinhu, who showed understanding with his eyes and said: "Defense lawyer, please speak."
Zhang Yunmi was a little nervous when she first sat in the court. Now it was her turn to speak, but she calmed down. He stood up, first greeted Liang Xinhu, and then started to talk. The defense was discussed in advance with Shen Ruiming, Cui Hantang and others. The crime of Wu Zhiqi and others is unquestionable, and the defense must start from the starting point, that is, the motive. Zhang Yunmi emphatically explained that the actions of the defendants in this case were due to superstition and ignorance, and their ideas were childish and ridiculous. He wanted to denounce them as evil without beating all religious practices to death with a stick, but it took Cui Hantang a lot of effort to eliminate the witches. Many defendants other than Zhi Qi and Fu Wen are in subordinate positions and should be given lighter punishments.
These words were well-founded and not only effectively defended the defendant, but also took good care of the emotions of the people watching. Both the elders present and the people inside and outside the court showed approval.
After finishing all the procedures, it was already dark. If this case had been in the original time and space, it would have taken at least three days to complete the trial. In order to achieve the social impact of the trial and avoid putting too much pressure on the police station to maintain the order of group activities, Shen Ruiming and Liang Xinhu deliberately speeded up the process.
Ten minutes after Liang Xinhu announced the adjournment of the court, he walked back to the presiding seat from the back of the court and pronounced in court that the defendant Wu Zhiqi was guilty of intentional homicide, kidnapping... and other 21 charges, and was punished for several crimes concurrently. The defendant Fu Wen was found guilty of 23 charges including intentional homicide, kidnapping, etc., and was punished for several crimes together, and was sentenced to death; the rest were sentenced to death, and only three accomplices were sentenced to "lifelong hard labor." It was subsequently announced that a public trial will be held tomorrow to deal with other relevant persons involved.
After Liang Xinhu read out all the verdicts "in the name of the Senate and the people", he shouted: "Detention!"
Immediately, dozens of retained Zaoban officers—all policemen now—came over with shackles in hand, shackled the thirteen prisoners in front of the court, and escorted them away.
Because Zeng Juan was in the court, he was the last one to leave when they left. At the end of the day, his waist and legs were so numb that he could hardly walk. Not only were his lips dry and burnt, but the half piece of glutinous rice chicken he had eaten for lunch was nowhere to be found. He could hardly hold back his urine. He came out of the court. , ran to Wanshenglu Tea House.
In the past, peeing in the streets would have solved the problem. But now he doesn't dare to make mistakes. After finally holding it back in the tea room, I quickly slipped to the urinal on the back wall and filled it with water.
After tying up his clothes, he slowly walked towards the store from behind. Business at Tea House was relatively slow in the evening. He was sitting at the counter doing nothing but sorting out the accounts and chatting with the guests.
During the day, guests at Wanshenglu Tea House seldom drink alcohol and only drink tea with snacks. However, in the evening, all guests who come will order a pot or two of wine, either pouring it themselves or drinking with friends. After Zeng Juan became the shopkeeper, he bought a few "Australian oil lamps" from Big World to light up the shop. Although it was expensive, it was of great benefit in attracting night business.
Although today's public security in Guangzhou is still not as good as that in central areas such as Lingao, Chengmai, and Qiongshan, after the purge of Guandi Temple personnel, the city's security and criminal case incidence rates suddenly dropped by 60%. For shops, For residents, it’s almost a sea change. After the plague, in order to stimulate "nightlife" and restore Guangzhou's market as soon as possible, Liu Xiang postponed the closing time of street gates from dark to nine o'clock in the evening.
Zeng Juan was sorting out the accounts and suddenly saw that Yuan Shuzhi's name had been erased on the water sign, so he asked: "Old He! Has Yuan Shuzhi been here?"
Yuan Shuzhi is a frequent visitor to Tea House and can barely be regarded as a scholar. Their backgrounds are similar to Zeng Juan's, they also came from social studies, but from the time they took the boy examination at the age of fifteen, until now in their early fifties, they are still a "boy student", and they are still called "little friends" when they go out to visit guests.
Zeng Juan had no idea what Yuan Shuzhi's family was like, who his parents were, or whether he had any family members. However, ever since he came to his brother-in-law's shop to eat and drink, he would see Yuan Shuzhi from time to time - he was also considered a celebrity at Wanshenglu Tea House.
He heard people talking behind his back about Yuan Shuzhi's failure to go to school and his ability to make a living. So he became poorer and poorer, even demolishing his family's house, and went to the temple to build a bunk with a monk. It is said that the monk even "fucked his butt" ". Guests at the tea house often tease him about this. Yuan Shuzhi never said anything bad, he just laughed a few times and covered it up.
He didn't know how to make a living, and because he didn't go to school, no one wanted to be a teacher. I had no choice but to set up a "letter writing service" on the street, writing letters and contracts for others, charging a few small sums of money to live on, in exchange for a bowl of rice. It is understandable that life is embarrassing.
Because he had no family or job, Yuan Shuzhi basically made tea house his home. His washcloths and other things are stored in the tea house. Every day after leaving the temple, he comes to the tea house to wash up - the water and fire are convenient here, which is the case for most of the old tea drinkers on this street. Morning and evening meals are mostly served with tea. Of course, with his income, he couldn't seriously order a plate of glutinous rice chicken. He would probably just order a pot of tea and sesame seed cakes bought on the street. Sometimes if you have a good day, order a bowl of pig-red porridge to go with the sesame seed cakes as a toothpaste.
Although he lived in a difficult life and occasionally owed tens or even hundreds of money on credit at the tea house, his credit was not bad. The account recorded on the pink board would definitely be paid off in less than a month. Therefore, his brother-in-law was quite polite to him. As long as the business was not particularly busy, he would always let him have a seat.
However, this time he had to wait a lot longer to pay his debts. However, the previous stage was plagued by plague, so this can be considered excusable. After the end of the plague martial law, he was not seen coming to the shop to wash up and drink tea. Everyone guessed that he was probably dead. The seventy pence he owed before the plague was gone.
Lao He is the old Qitang here. He has been working as an apprentice for almost 30 years. He said: "He came here this morning. His legs are a little lame, but he is still energetic. He paid off the bill when he arrived at the store. .”
"It's a strange thing that a plague has spread, but my legs are lame!" a tea guest commented.
Another drinker said: "...He was beaten and lame."
Everyone said "Oh!"
"Old Yuan is usually cautious, but this time the plague has spread and the whole city has lost its livelihood. He is a man with no roof and no land. He is so hungry that he has no choice but to steal! Stealing is all he needs. He actually stole it into Mr. Morong Xin’s house!”
Everyone gasped. The steward of this academy, Mr. Mo, is the most powerful person in Guangzhou. Although his arrogance is not as impressive as before after the arrival of the Australians, he still retains his power.
"What happened next?"
"How about it? I wrote a plea first, and then I was beaten. I heard that the canes were broken. This old Yuan is over fifty, and he has never had enough to eat. How can he withstand such a hard beating? I heard that he injured his muscles and bones. The monks in the temple where he stayed were nostalgic and took him to recuperate. This is how he saved his life!"
"Tsk, tsk, I think the monk is not thinking of 'old', but 'old love'."
Tea Curie burst into laughter, and even the air became happy.
"Even if I hurt my leg, how can I be rich again?"
"It's a coincidence," the tea guest said with relish when talking about other people's affairs, "Lao Yuan and A Gui are old acquaintances - do you know A Gui?"
"I know! He was originally a day laborer! He often did odd jobs for Mr. Zhong's family. Later, I heard that he molested Mr. Zhong's maid, so he was kicked out."
Of course, Zeng Juan knew Agui. Ever since Li Ziyu became a policeman, Agui had become his shadow. He was always inseparable. He even rented his house and did odd jobs for the Li family every day when he was free. He was like Li Ziyu. The handymen in the Yu family are average.
Hearing everyone's discussion, Zeng Juan pricked up his ears and wanted to hear what he had done: Li Ziyu went to Lingao for training. If Agui did something bad, it would affect him greatly.
"He is now a policeman for the Australians! I heard that he had made another meritorious service, and I started to tremble..."
"This guy is so cowardly that he can't even fart for a long time, and he can't even speak properly."
"You should stop saying this now. He doesn't speak fluently and can swing the stick very well."
"Seriously! What's wrong with him knowing Agui?"
"What's wrong? This Agui is now the follower of Li Ziyu, the most popular person in the Guangzhou Police Department! Although he is just a small patrolman, even the high-ranking police officers in the past have to be polite when they see him. This Agui has grown old. Yuan was injured, so I have to stand up for him..."
"Now Mr. Mo has jumped into a hornet's nest."
"Who says otherwise!" The man spat, "How can the people in this government office be easy to get along with?" Agui asked Lao Yuan to go to the police station to file a complaint - two charges were listed: that Mr. Mo was illegally detained , Intentional injury. Just these two, according to Australian laws, no matter which one is true, Mr. Mo will have to face a lawsuit for several years! Do you think this Agui’s methods are powerful? "
"There are no good people among public servants, that's inevitable!"
"Speaking of which, Mr. Mo is not a good person, but in the past he had a strong backing like Guan Di Temple, but now he cannot. As soon as Lao Yuan was instigated by Agui to report the case, he immediately had his injuries examined - it was decided immediately A minor injury. The police here came directly to the door to summon Mr. Mo for questioning. Now Mr. Mo was in a panic. He tried to ask the housekeeper to come forward to act on his behalf, but in the end he had to go to the police station to "accept processing". He had to pay compensation and be fined. It took a lot of blood to escape jail."
"No wonder Lao Yuan looked so good last time and was unorganized! All he took out of his pocket were loud silver coins!"
"With Agui as a clue, he will no longer steal things blatantly."
"Not at all." The speaker said eloquently, "Old Yuan also spent fifteen days in jail for stealing."
"Isn't this a lose-lose situation?"
"I don't think Lao Yuan is hurt at all - he is a bachelor, so what does it mean to be in jail for fifteen days? These handfuls of silver dollars and bills are real!"
"In my opinion, Mr. Mo has lost his face now and needs to get it back... He is a well-known figure in the city..."
"Pull him down! Mr. Mo's in-laws, the Guandi Temple Gao family, are completely ruined. Who else is he? I don't think he can keep his position as the manager of Wenlan Academy."
"Without the position of manager of Wenlan Academy, will Mr. Mo be heartbroken to death?"
"It would be heartbreaking for anyone else. How much rent can you get from just those shop lands in a year?"
"As the old saying goes: Once the emperor, there is one courtier. This Australian controls the world in Guangzhou. How can we allow outsiders to get involved in such a big piece of Wenlan Academy? Not to mention Mo Rongxin, even Mr. Zhong is afraid that he will not be able to protect himself. position. I think it’s the turn of the senior officials to have the final say in Wenlan Academy.”
ps: Official account Lingao Qiming
Lingao Qiming book fans base
The braggart’s message board;
Introduce and sort out important figures and event information;
Showcase the style of the Lingao community and a traveling exhibition of outstanding fan and material works;
Organize online or offline gatherings of elders from time to time;
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