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The next day, in front of the prison building.
Self time is equivalent to about ten o'clock later.
About 10,000 believers and lamas came here and shouted: "Yundan is dead, hand over the murderer, Yundan is dead, hand over the murderer."
The Jianguo Mansion was built on a mountain and the terrain was steep.
There are almost a hundred steps between it and the gate. Although it is separated from the gate, you can see clearly what is below.
"This Jialuo's plan failed, so he tried another one." Yu Qishi looked at the dark group in front of him and said calmly.
Wang Wenxiu nodded: "Since they want to see Yundan, let them see Yundan."
"What if we want to assassinate him again?" Zheng Ding frowned and reminded hurriedly, "The assassination failed last time. This time they will definitely kill him before they stop."
"It's best to escort the real murderers out together to let them know the real situation." Yu Qishi thought for a while and reminded Wang Wenxiu.
Zheng Ding thought for a while and rolled his eyes a few times: "Now both parties have reached the point where they will never give up. We must also note that the other party does not acknowledge Yundan."
Tap, tap, tap, the sound of neat footsteps came from the gate of the Prison State Mansion.
I don't know if it was the one who shouted: "Be careful, they are going to kill someone again."
After hearing this, the believers retreated one after another.
"Yundan is dead, hand over the murderer." Although they retreated, they did not stop shouting.
"Do you want to see the killer? You can see it soon." Just as the believers were shouting loudly, a neat voice suddenly came over. The sound spread far away and actually suppressed their messy voices.
The believers and lamas outside the wall couldn't help but be stunned and looked towards the place where the sound was coming from.
You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.
What kind of magic weapon is this? Although there are only fifty of them, it can suppress the voices of tens of thousands.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it.
Seeing that the believers were silent at this time, Ma Li felt a little proud.
But this was the beginning. He held the sound transmitting instrument and shouted loudly to the believers in front of him: "Do you want to see the murderer? Please step back ten steps."
As soon as he said this, the other fifty soldiers of the security group also shouted together.
Although Ma Li boldly asked them to retreat, he was not sure that these believers would retreat.
These believers do not worship little saints, they are loyal followers of Lamaism.
Although horse power is something we have become accustomed to, to believers it is an inexplicable sound transmitting instrument, and its power cannot be described.
In the past, Rinpoche also had the lion's roar skill, but only Rinpoche had not many, and the total number did not exceed ten.
And there are actually fifty microphones in front of you.
Hearing the sounds of fifty such sound-transmitting instruments, the believers were frightened and backed away.
Seeing these believers gradually retreating under the power of the sound transmitting instrument, Ma Li showed a smile on his face.
Although the believers retreated, their eyes were fixed on the vacated space, hoping to see the murderer.
"Start construction." Ma Li nodded and shouted to the wooden security officers.
Xionghu also resisted the wood and was the first to come to the open space and put it on the ground.
The soldiers behind also resisted the wood and placed the wood on the open space.
All the believers couldn't help but look at each other, wondering what the security team was doing.
Bian Ba thought for a long time but didn't understand the reason. He looked at Guo Qin and asked, "What are the security team doing if they don't hand over the murderer?"
"Did the security team build something to hide it from us?" Guo Qin thought for a while and came to an inexplicable conclusion.
Bian Ba looked at the wood and shook his head: "They want us to see the murderer, not in front of tens of thousands of people, which is obviously impossible."
"Now that we're here, let's take a closer look and see what the security team is going to do." Bianba couldn't understand it for a moment, so he had to continue reading.
Zawang is a middle nobleman who is entrusted by Jialuo to command among the believers.
While observing every move of the security team, he couldn't help but smile coldly when he saw the security team lifting the wood.
If you want to hide it in public, there is no way.
"Yundan is dead, hand over the murderer." He shouted loudly with his men.
With him taking the lead, other believers shouted: "Yundan is dead, hand over the murderer."
"Don't you want to see the murderer? Can the people behind see it?" Ma Li shouted at them with a sound transmitter.
He shouted, and his men naturally followed suit, immediately suppressing the voices of the Lamaist believers.
After hearing the talk about the sound-transmitting magic weapon, the believers thought, of course only the people in front can see the tens of thousands of people, and the people behind cannot see it.
Hearing this, Zhawang had no choice but to remain silent.
When Ma Li saw that these believers stopped shouting, he knew that they had been temporarily suppressed.
But without concrete action, these believers are sure to scream again.
Ma Ma held the sound transmitting instrument again and shouted: "Build a stage so that you can see it too."
Now that the platform is being built, how is this possible? All the believers can't help but be stunned.
"It takes only two or three days to build a stage." Bian Ba thought about it and couldn't help but smile.
Guo Qin nodded and felt the same way: "Unless there is the help of Bodhisattvas, how could it be built here?"
In full view of everyone, hundreds of security officers and soldiers immediately set up their units.
They passed the wood around, erected it, and built it.
There was a crackling sound, and in less than a stick of incense, a platform with two people high, five feet long, and two feet wide was built.
"This platform was built so easily, isn't it strong?" Bian Ba rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Guo Qin pinched the back of his hand and felt a lot of pain: "I thought it was a dream, but it turned out that I wasn't dreaming."
As if he knew what the people below were thinking, Ma Li jumped twice on the platform. Although the platform shook slightly, it did not fall off.
Jia Luo was also watching in the Prime Minister's Mansion. He was stunned when he saw this phenomenon.
"How did they do it? Is it really because of the blessing of Bodhisattva?" Lajia frowned and fell into deep thought.
Xiong Hu bowed his hands to Zhao Feiyang and said, "Thank you Zhao Sanguan. Without you, this stage would have been difficult to build in less than three days."
"It's different with the little saint nails. The time is increased by at least ten times, but it may not be as strong as the mortise and tenon joint." Zhao Feiyang nailed the last nail and then said.
Xiong Hu was shocked and couldn't help asking: "How long can this be controlled?"
"The nails are rusty and won't work anymore. It shouldn't be a big problem in a few years." Zhao Feiyang thought for a while and came to his own conclusion.
"Then thank you, one year is enough." Xiong Hu breathed a sigh of relief and bowed his hands.
Mortise and tenon joints will always exist as long as the wood is not rotten.
But there is a characteristic of mortise and tenon joints, which is extremely demanding for carpenters and is slow.
Now that iron nails are used, there is no need to cut wood, and of course the speed is extremely fast.
What Xiong Hu asked was that as long as the platform did not fall down in the past few days, it would be a heavy blow to the Supervisory Office and the security team.
Xiao Huadong stepped onto the stage and glanced around, only to see the dark crowd in front of him, all looking at him.
Tens of thousands of eyes really made him feel a lot of pressure.
Fortunately, he had already experienced dealing with many believers last time. Although he was a little surprised, his expression was not dull.
The believers saw Xiao Huadong going up and wondered what he was going to do.
Xiao Huadong took away the sound transmitting instrument and shouted loudly: "Bring the murderer here."
Xiao Huadong's voice is limited and cannot be transmitted very far. There are tens of thousands of believers here.
It turned out that there were fifty soldiers in the security group who had not left, and they also shouted together.
"Bring the murderer up." This voice echoed over Qingtang City, and everyone could hear it clearly.
Hearing this sound, all believers either raised their heads high or tried to put their toes up to see what the murderer looked like.
With the sound of stamping, ten people were escorted out from the gate of Jianguo Mansion.
The security team was seen one person at a time, and ten people including Le Xie, Pu Bu and others were escorted to the stage one after another.
Not only were they escorted up, but a wooden block was also hung on top of each of them.
The wooden blocks were written with rice paste on them: Murderer Leshe, Murderer Pubu, Murderer So-and-so, so that the believers below could see them clearly.
Leche, Pubu and others could not help but feel extremely frustrated when they saw the thousands of eyes of the believers below looking at the block of wood on their chests.
"Fellow believers, these are the foreign murderers you want to see. They are Le Xie, Pu Bu, etc. At that time, they pushed Yundan to the security group. The soldiers of the security group hurriedly escaped. When they saw that Yundan was not killed, they He rushed forward and wanted to trample Yundan to death, and then blame the security team." Xiao Huadong took the sound transmitting instrument and explained the incident in detail.
All the believers looked at each other. Didn't they say that the murderer was a security guard? How could he become a noble and his subordinates?
"Lexie, Lexie, why are you being escorted here?" Zawang lined up the believers and came to the stage, looking at them and shouting loudly.
When Le Xie saw it, it turned out to be Zhawang, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
But when he saw the ropes tied around his body and the wooden board hanging from his chest, his face turned red.
Both of them were nobles, so they couldn't help but lower their heads when they met in this situation.
When Zawang saw Lexie bowing his head, he felt anxious and shouted even louder: "Lexie, Lexie, I am Zawang, don't you recognize me?"
Hearing this voice, Le Xie had to raise his head and looked at Zawang, wondering why he asked this.
Both of them are nobles, they are not far apart and they don't know each other.
"Leshe, Leshe, why are you here? Haven't you seen that there are tens of thousands of believers here, and they are here for you." Zawang shouted at him while blinking.
He actually came for me, Le Xie didn't understand at first, but when he saw Zawang blinking, he suddenly realized.
Le Xie suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs: "The security team killed someone, and when I saw it, they arrested me, and instead framed me as a murderer." He had already killed someone, and it was all a dead end anyway, so he might as well bite back and still have a chance to survive.
Zawang couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard Leshe shouting.
"The security team committed a murder, but Le Xie saw it and arrested him. Instead, he framed Le Xie as a murderer." Zawang shouted after him in a hurry.
When he shouted, hundreds of his men also shouted.
When the believers heard this, they became even more confused.
The security team and Lecher both said that they were not murderers, but that the other party was the murderer. What on earth is going on?
Hearing Le Xie being so shameless, Xiao Huadong turned red with anger.
Originally he didn't want Le Xie to be sentenced to death, but now he was determined to let him die.
Xiao Huadong held the sound transmitting instrument and shouted to the believers: "Bring witnesses."
Seeing that the security team did not conduct identification but instead brought witnesses, all the believers became more interested to see who the witnesses were.
The two sides are at loggerheads, and the key is the witness.
Amidst the tapping, tapping, tapping sounds, the witness everyone was waiting for arrived.
But what everyone didn't expect was that it turned out to be two soldiers from the security regiment.
Can the soldiers of the security group serve as witnesses? All the believers couldn't help but look at each other.
"Can you people prove yourself? No, no." Zawang shouted loudly.
As soon as he shouted, one hundred of his men also shouted, with an extremely intimidating momentum.
Bianba and Guoqin looked at each other and nodded: "Indeed, how can the security team prove itself?"
"Of course the witness is not from the security team." Xiao Huadong smiled coldly and transmitted it through the sound transmitting device.
Bian Ba frowned, thinking, and asked: "If you're not from the security team, who are you?"
The two stood in front and found two more stones. They were basically able to see the platform clearly.
Two security guards seemed to be using something similar to a door panel, but softer than a door panel to carry a person up the stairs to the stage.
After arriving on the stage, they put down the thing, and the two of them stepped forward together, helped the person up from the ground, and sat on the chair on the stage.
The man's body was wrapped in a lot of white cloth, and it was obvious that his injuries had not fully recovered.
"Thank you for saving your life." He turned around and bowed to Xiao Huadong next to him.
Xiao Huadong placed the sound transmitting instrument on the desk, bowed his hands, and said in a very calm tone: "You're welcome."
"Thank you for saving your life." He bowed to a soldier of the security group again.
This person is none other than Yi Shuitai.
If he hadn't tried his best to stop Pubu at that time, he would have become a dead body.
Yi Shuitai returned the gift with his hands raised, and said calmly: "It's easy to do with a little effort, why bother with it."
The believers below felt confused as to who this person was.
When I came to the stage, the first words I said were words of thanks.
After thanking the two of them, he turned his body to the believers below.
Seeing tens of thousands of believers, his face turned pale and his body was trembling.
Xiao Huadong was beside him and knew that this man was extremely stage frightened.
"Just treat the person below as your friend, and talk as usual, except the voice is a little louder." He patted the other party's shoulder and spoke softly.
The man was still trembling and said in a long-winded voice: "Mr. Xiao, I have never seen this before. I have never seen so many people. I am really scared."
"Don't be afraid, take a deep breath and calm yourself down." Xiao Huadong continued to encourage him.
This man was not trembling, and people could hear the sound of his teeth tapping against each other: "Official Xiao, I am still afraid."
"Afraid, what are you afraid of? Think about it, if you don't testify, the person who killed you will not be punished." Xiao Huadong said all his good things, but when he saw that it had no effect, he simply tried to provoke him.
After saying that, Xiao Huadong pointed at Leche Pubu and others.
The man looked at Pubulshe beside him, his eyes showing hatred, and nodded.
The man took a deep breath, raised the sound-transmitting instrument in his hand, and shouted to the believers below: "I am the witness."
All believers look at this person who claims to be a witness. You are a witness, but who are you?
"Yes, I have already told you that you are a witness," Xiao Huadong said to him, his voice was extremely friendly, and he patted him on the shoulder, "I will tell you your name next."
"I am the witness Yun Dan, the same Yun Dan who was almost killed by Pubu Lexie." Yun Dan glanced at the believers below, "Now I testify that it was Pu Bu who pushed me from behind and wanted to kill me with the knife of the security team. Me. Later, when they saw that I was not dead, they all came up and trampled me to death. If it weren’t for the security team’s superb medical skills and snatched me back from the King of Hell, I would be dead now.”
Yun Dan stuttered at first, but then became more and more clear and tragic.
Afterwards, he couldn't help crying loudly.
If the security team hadn't used the best doctors and the best medicine, he would have died long ago.
But unexpectedly, someone below shouted loudly: "He is not Yundan, he is not Yundan, he is a fake."
