Zhang Huai, the young minister of Dali Temple, sat in the torture room and sighed with great resentment.
Ling Zhiyan brought back the real culprit of the corpse case last night. This person has been living in Fuxiaofang and doing fabric business under the registered residence status of "Rou Qian'er". According to Mrs. Qinfang of Hongqiaofang, this man was originally an actor. His surname was unknown. He only knew that the real Rou Qian'er called him "Wenlang".
This Wenlang can be called the most stubborn prisoner he has ever seen since he joined the Dali Temple. Ever since he entered the torture room, no matter how he was interrogated, he has said nothing from the beginning to the end. He is obviously a man, but his appearance and eyes are that of a woman. He has been using The disgusting eyes were darting around, and several of the young jailers in the torture room were about to vomit. Zhang Huai was about to vomit when he thought of the crimes this man had committed.
The most annoying thing is that when Ling Liulang saw that there was no progress in the interrogation, he actually found an excuse to go to the case hall to hide for a while, leaving him here to suffer. Zhang Huai thought angrily, his Liulang was so honest and good-natured. The dude from the Hua family had only been around for a few days, and he had already learned how to behave like a monkey.
Just as it was dawning, Ying Tianmen's dawn drum came in, but Ling Zhiyan hadn't come back yet. Zhang Huai, who had stayed up all night, was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, his head was shaking from left to right, and he almost flashed his neck. Zhang Huai patted his forehead. , and took a closer look at Wenlang in the cell opposite. He stood upright in the middle of the cell, staring straight at him. The oil on both sides of his nose made his makeup smudged, and his beard popped out. The corners of his mouth were curled up with a hint of softness. smile.
He spoke for the first time, and the oriole-like voice echoed around the walls, which was extremely penetrating.
He said: "It's dawn."
Zhang Huai suddenly woke up and said, "What are you going to do?!"
Wenlang stopped talking again, lowered his head, and his body swayed slowly, as if dancing, with graceful posture, and babbling in his mouth as if he was singing some opera. He could not hear clearly. Soon, it turned into laughter again, a few times. The high voice was a female voice, and the low voice was a male voice. The two voices switched freely. Zhang Huai suddenly had a strange illusion, as if there were two people, a man and a woman, living in this person's body.
Slowly, Zhang Huai heard what he was singing clearly. It turned out to be a poem: "咿--it's hard to say goodbye when we meet...The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered--咿--The spring silkworms will die when they die." —The wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry up—y—the tears begin to dry up—"
The jailer, Lao Liang, rubbed his goosebumps and came over, whispering, "Zhang Shaoqing, this person is a bit evil. I heard the old people said that such men and women have psychic powers, which offended them. , it means offending the gods——"
"If a god protects this kind of bullshit, then he is just a bullshit god!" The door of the torture room was kicked open, and a group of flowers strode in. The only person who could blatantly ignore Dali Temple, except Shiro Huajia, didn't think about others.
Lin Sui'an was carrying a bundle, and Fang Ke was holding a paper bag carefully, as if it contained something particularly precious. Mu Xia and Ita were escorting a pale-faced girl. When the girl saw Wen Lang, her eyes turned red, she was stunned and shed tears, and she knelt on the ground softly.
Wenlang paused slightly in his dance movements, turned in a circle on his tiptoes, twirled his orchid fingers and raised his arms high, like a graceful statue, and continued to sing, "The mirror at dawn but the sorrowful clouds on the temples have changed - ah ah - night Yin Ying felt the moonlight was cold - babbling - "
Hua Yitang sneered, took the baggage from Lin Sui'an, opened it, took out something and hit Wenlang hard in the face. Wenlang stepped back gracefully and dodged, and the thing fell to the ground. It turned out that a dirty The rusty purse is embroidered with a small red flower.
"Does it look familiar?" Hua Yitang said coldly, "This is Li Sanniang's purse."
Zhang Huai was shocked. He had the impression that Li Sanniang was the first victim in the serial corpse case.
Wenlang slowly lowered his arms, folded his hands and placed them on his lower abdomen, like an actor before the stage, his eyes moved, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, "I don't understand what you are talking about."
Hua Yitang snorted and went to grab the things in the bag with his backhand. Lin Sui'an stopped him and said, "I'll do it."
As he said that, he took out an object from his bag, flicked his wrist, and the object swung through the prison gate with the wind, and slapped Wenlang on the left cheek. Wenlang let out a muffled groan, and his whole body flew away. He got out and fell to the ground, spitting out a tooth with blood in his eyes. Lin Sui'an threw out a purse, pink, embroidered with delicate orchids.
Zhang Huai swallowed his saliva, this lady Lin is so handsome!
"Do you remember?" Hua Yitang said, "This is Tian Cuier's purse."
Zhang Huai understands: Tian Cuier is the second victim.
Wenlang covered half of his face and stared at Lin Sui'an in horror. Lin Sui'an picked up the third purse and threw it lightly. The purse was green, with no rust or any other pattern, only a light yellow silk ribbon hanging down. It flew very lightly, but suddenly accelerated three feet away from Wenlang and hit his shoulder hard. Wenlang scraped the ground and retreated two feet, and his back hit the wall with a thud.
Hua Yitang: "This is Song Qiniang's purse."
Wenlang couldn't laugh anymore, half of his face was swollen, half of his face was frighteningly white, and he spat out blood again, "Tang Law stipulates that torture is strictly prohibited to extract confessions. Anyone who violates it will be punished as dereliction of duty. Does the dignified Dali Temple have to know the law and break it?" "
Zhang Huai scratched his head: "Well -"
Hua Yitang: "There are rules in Tang Dynasty law. The judgment of a case must be complete with witnesses and physical evidence. Hua just sent the physical evidence to the murderer so that he could take a good look. What's wrong?"
Zhang Huai: "Exactly, listing the evidence is a necessary step."
Prisoner Lao Liang: "Who saw torture to extract a confession?"
Several young jailers shook their heads: "No, no."
Lin Sui'an laughed, shook his furoshiki, and the rest of the bag flew out and hit Wenlang on the head and face, and another one hit the crotch of his pants, Wenlang screamed. She lost her tenderness and was only as miserable as a butchered pig.
Hua Yitang walked to the prison, holding a fan, and looked down at Wenlang who was rolling on the ground, "These are the purses you asked Yingtao to carry with you, the purses you carefully collected, and their original owners died in your hands. There are fifteen pieces in total, now, do you remember them?"
"I...don't know...what are you talking about..." Wenlang looked up, his eyes as red as fire.
"No! Don't hit him, I did it all!" Cherry knelt down and cried loudly, "I kidnapped those girls and killed them. I did it all, please arrest me!"
Wenlang coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and huddled on the ground, his body trembling violently. Cherry cried louder.
Hua Yitang turned around, raised his robe and squatted in front of Yingying, his eyes as sharp as knives, and asked questions in succession, "You said you abducted those girls, then tell me, how did you abduct them? Where did you abduct them? ? How to kill them? How to dispose of the bodies? How to dump the bodies? Where is the dumping place?!"
"I, I tricked them into getting into the carriage, and then drugged them," Cherry's voice became smaller and smaller, her tone very uncertain, "Then, then... I killed them with a knife..."
"What kind of drug is it? Where is it now? How long and wide is the murder knife? Where did you get it? Where is the knife now?!"
"I, I can't remember these clearly... But, I did do it. I remember there was a girl at Houzaimen, the sweet shop next to the pier. I pretended to bump into her. In order to apologize, I gave her She went home, and on the way, she used drugs..." Cherry cried so much that she couldn't continue talking.
Hua Yitang narrowed his eyes: "Did you use the same method to trick the two girls who disappeared in Fuxiaofang into getting into the car?"
"Yes, yes! The same -"
"That's nonsense!" Hua Yitang's voice was sharp. "The real murderer deliberately avoided Fu Jiao Fang where he abducted and dumped his body. These things were not done by you at all! You are taking the blame for him!"
"No, no, no! It's really me!" Cherry yanked Hua Yitang's sleeves, tears streaming down her face, "I really did that blind girl! I still remember that the blind girl's name is Qu Siniang, and there is someone else at home. A blind grandpa, she, she smiles beautifully, like candy..."
Hua Yitang closed his eyes tightly and remained silent.
Lin Sui'an looked at Wen Lang in the cell. He was still in the same position, lying on the ground with his shoulders and torso shaking slightly. His arms were tightly clamped on both sides of his cheeks. Lin Sui'an suddenly realized that he was not because of Trembling with fear or pain, but secretly laughing.
He is celebrating, celebrating that the cherry is taking the blame for him!
A surge of anger rushed from his chest to his forehead, and Qian Jing couldn't help but let out the sound of a knife in his hand, releasing the long-lost bloodthirsty murderous intention.
Hua Yitang signaled Fang Ke to pass the paper bag in his hand, opened it, and picked up the contents with a fan. Cherry's shoulders shrank suddenly, and her body seemed to be resisting instinctively, but the light in her eyes suddenly became brighter, and it seemed that I admire and admire this kind of thing very much.
Zhang Huai was very curious. He was standing a little off and the lighting in the torture room was not good. What Hua Yitang was picking up was probably a piece of cloth or leather. He came over and took a closer look. His color changed in shock and he backed away. He took three long steps, beat his chest wildly, and almost vomited.
It was a piece of human skin, not the "imitation human skin" made from animal leather by Jianghu people, but a genuine human skin. I don’t know how it was preserved. The surface is still clean and bright, but the inside is rotten and moldy, and there are black hairs growing on it. It’s as disgusting as you want it to be.
Hua Yitang shook the face on the fan, "Why do you want to wear this skin on your face?"
Cherry trembled violently and looked at Wenlang suddenly, her eyes shining with light.
The trembling of Wenlang's body stopped, as if he were lying on his back like a stone sculpture.
Hua Yitang: "Do you want to be her?"
Cherry shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, no! I have never thought about it like this! I know I am not worthy! I just want the madam's face to come out and breathe, just like the head of the family did before." She looked at Wenlang with tears in her eyes. Tick-tick fell on the ground, "The master just loved his wife too much, but she died. The master was so lovesick that he even wanted to live for his wife. When he saw a woman who was close to his wife, he would think of her. The master just He wants to relive the good times with his wife. He just wants to be with her forever. What’s wrong with the head of the family?"
Lin Sui'an was stunned when he heard this: What is this? Crazy CP fan? !
"Reliving the good times?" Hua Yitang smiled, "That's what he told you? Then do you know how he reliving it?"
Cherry turned to look at Hua Yitang in a daze. Hua Yitang suppressed his smile, and his handsome features showed cruelty and cruelty like the dark night, "He strangled them to death, suffocated them to death, and fumigated them to death with carbon poison. Then, smear them all over with your lady’s favorite ointment, preserve the corpse, put the lady’s face on the corpse’s face, and rape the corpse again and again!”
Zhang Huai finally couldn't bear it anymore and vomited together with the jailer.
Cherry's face turned pale, and the tears in her eyes seemed to have been sucked away by a dry well, leaving only red eyes. "You're lying! You're lying! The head of the house said that he was just, just chatting with them. It's these girls who don't know what's good or bad and are looking for life and death. The head of the house has no choice but to..."
Fang Ke threw the autopsy grid in front of Yingying with a snap, "The ingredients of the ointment on all corpses' faces are almost the same as the ointment on this face. The rape of the corpse is real. I can put the ointment left on the corpse's vagina | Compare the semen inside with his -" Fang Ke glanced at Wen Lang, "I'm afraid he no longer has this function."
Cherry was stunned and stared at Wenlang.
Wenlang slowly straightened his body, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes were shining, "Yingying, don't listen to their nonsense, I have been keeping the rules for Qian'er."
Hua Yitang sneered, "This Great Saint of Love, you are really particular about guarding this part of the world. Your brain is pure and pure, but your lower body is rotten with lust."
Wenlang's face was ashen: "What do you know?! Qian'er is dead, so naturally I can't have sex with a living person. Wearing Qian'er's face, they are Qian'er. My heart only belongs to Qian'er. I This person only belongs to Qian'er——"
"Oh shit!" Hua Yitang spat out, "I'll chop you--"
"Whoosh——" The eerie green light was faster than Hua Yitang's voice, and it swept through the wooden bars of the prison, cutting a thin blood line on Wen Lang's neck, and a trace of bright red slowly followed the blood line. Slowly flowed down.
Everyone was stunned and watched in extreme horror as Lin Sui'an curled his sword and sheathed it. Wenlang's eyes popped out, he staggered, and sat down heavily on the ground. His head tilted, tilted, tilted - he didn't fall down. He touched his neck and made a hoarse "ahhh" sound in his throat.
"Since only the head is willing to keep the rules, let's just keep the head." Lin Sui'an said, "It's a pity that the light here is too dark and I couldn't see the position clearly, so it was chopped crookedly."
Only then did everyone remember to breathe, almost suffocating to death.
Zhang Huai's legs felt weak and he was sweating continuously.
He thought that Mrs. Lin had chopped off Wen Lang's head with a knife.
Fang Ke glared at Hua Yitang fiercely, "Can you speak beyond your head?"
Hua Yitang covered his mouth and muttered, "I'm just saying, who would have thought that Lin Sui'an would really kill him!"
Mu Xia: "Ms. Lin is the first person in history to dare to kill someone in Dali Temple Prison!"
Etta: "Pig, mighty!"
Cherry picked up the human skin on the ground and crawled to the cell with hands and feet, holding on to the wooden fence with both hands. "Master, are you lying to me? Those oaths you said with your wife will last until death, no matter how old the sea is." Did you lie to me?!"
Wenlang was trembling all over. This time it was because of real fear. The hatred bursting out of Cherry's eyes was sharper than Lin Sui'an's knife, cutting off his years of planning and planning. He pulled out a twisted smile, "Taerry, I I won’t lie to you, I only love Qian’er in my life…”
Suddenly, the door of the torture room opened, and Ling Zhiyan walked in with several files of cases, followed by Jin Ruo, who was covered in dust.
Jin Ruo handed the list in his hand to Lin Sui'an and said in a low voice, "I found the ship that transported the corpses. There was still corpse odor in it that had not been cleaned up. There was also a small warehouse hidden in Nanshi that was full of charcoal. , 80% of which is used to create carbon poison."
"Very good." Lin Sui'an breathed a sigh of relief, and the chain of evidence was now connected.
Hua Yitang tilted his head and looked at Ling Zhiyan, "Other people say that the Bai family in Longxi are all bookworms. Could it be that the Ling family in Xingyang is rich in bookworms? They really sleep with the files every day."
Ling Zhiyan didn't look at him at all and opened a file:
"Eight years ago, there were several cases of vixens seducing women in Fengzhou and Lizhou. The daughters of wealthy families and businessmen who were about to be married were bewitched by vixens, lost their virginity, and became crazy. It was rumored that they were miraculous. But in fact, these women all have one thing in common before. They once hired a female teacher to train them in sitting, lying and walking. Although this female teacher was ordinary in appearance, she had beautiful manners and a moving voice. She claimed to have taught etiquette in aristocratic families. Very flattered. But after these girls were fascinated by the vixen, the female teacher also disappeared from the world."
Wenlang looked at Ling Zhiyan in shock.
Ling Zhiyan showed no expression, "I followed the records of the crime in these files and found the first vixen case. It happened in Zhilian County, Quanzhou. Zhishan County next door once produced a famous actor. Later, The troupe disbanded and disappeared."
"The actor's name is Bei Mengwen. He has an ordinary appearance. Although he is a man, he can imitate a woman's voice and sound like an oriole. I have compared the portraits of Bei Mengwen and the female teacher, and it is you." Ling Zhiyan put down the file, with dark eyes. Tong looked at Wenlang quietly, "Beimengwen, you don't love Rou Qian'er, just like you don't love all the women you harmed. You tricked Rou Qian'er into doing good for you, and then killed her. She just wants to take her identity and survive in Dongdu, because you know that those vixen cases will find you sooner or later."
Wenlang's face was ashen and he couldn't say a word.
"Is what he said true?! Patriarch!!" Cherry shouted.
"Don't you understand yet? All the stories are lies made up by him. His dreamlike love for Rou Qian'er, his lovesickness and undying love until death are just to deceive you and make you take the blame for him at the critical moment. "Hua Yitang stood next to Cherry and said coldly, "The so-called love is just a selfish tool."
"No! I love Qian'er! I admit that I have had several women before, but Qian'er is the only one for me. My love for Qian'er is pure!" Wenlang roared.
Cherry threw the human skin in her hand fiercely, knelt down and cried loudly, "He did it, he did it all! He lied to me! He lied to me!"
Wenlang tremblingly spread out the lump of face, and touched the lips of the face with his blood-stained fingers, as if he were carefully applying lipstick on it.
"Qian'er, you are the only one who understands me, right? You know right, right? I love you, I only love you, and I will only love you forever, right, right, right..."
The edges of Rou Qian'er's face slowly curled up, glowing with a strange grease glow under the candlelight, as if a new face had grown from the ground, with blood-red lips grinning as if she was crying.
At this moment, Lin Sui'an's eyes turned white and he saw a faded memory.
Wenlang, dressed in men's clothing, stood in the pale sunshine, holding a fan and babbling and singing opera.
[There is no way to go to Penglai - Blue Bird is eager to visit - Qian'er, is this piece of music good to you? 】
【Um. As long as it is sung by Wenlang, it all sounds good. 】
A dry hand stretched forward, holding a big red purse with a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on it.
[Wenlang, this is the secret recipe of my improved Huachun Cream. After I die, you can use it to cover my body so that my body will not rot and you can see me every day. We are never separated. 】
[Okay, never separate. 】:,,
