He wanted to say, "Save the official," but when the words came to his lips, Song Wen swallowed them back.
He hurriedly changed his words and said: "Can you help me examine the corpses and see who those charred corpses belong to?"
Di Ying held her hands and belly, and glanced at Song Wen leisurely.
He replied unhurriedly: "Mr. Song, why are you anxious? Do you think there will be some important figures among those corpses? If they can be burned to death so easily, I promise to laugh in front of you."
After saying that, he shook his head regretfully.
Previously, as soon as thick smoke poured into the lobby, Di Ying stood up quickly and ran out of the small building before everyone could react.
Then they found a place to carry people, restored it to its original appearance, and then asked people to cut out fire breaks to prevent the fire from spreading.
At the same time, I also paid attention to who escaped.
Anyway, there was no way to escape from the backyard. The windows on the left and right and the second floor where he could jump out were all within his sight.
It's a pity that all the elegant and gorgeous people ran out.
"Master Di, it's been a while now, but you still have the heart to joke... Just help me."
Song Wen stamped his feet anxiously.
Di Ying asked him with a smile: "Should I test it? As soon as I stretch out my hand, the case will belong to me. Brother Song, I won't let you be so scheming, right?"
Song Wen was startled for a moment: "... I didn't think too much about it, Sir Di. Don't get me wrong."
Di Ying raised her chin: "Then what do you think about it now?"
Song Wen: "...then, can we handle the case jointly?"
Di Ying shook his head: "Why should I take this hot potato?"
Song Wen gritted his teeth: "You really don't want to answer?"
Di Ying continued to shake her head: "No answer."
Song Wen walked around in a circle and said, "You put forward conditions!"
Di Ying narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously: "You are used to living in mud, why have you suddenly become so hard-headed? You can definitely continue with this case: living in the soil and living in the water.
For example: the crowd overturned the candlestick, the firewood ran out of the backyard stove, there were too many curtains hanging inside, etc. If you just say it was an accident, wouldn't that explain it away?
No matter how bad it is, you can push it forward and turn it into an unsolved case and report it to the Ministry of Punishment. In the end, it will still fall into my hands. Why do you have to "suffer and accept it" now?
Tell me, do you want to plot against me again? "
Song Wen: "..."
He grabbed Di Ying, dragged her to the back, lowered his voice and said: "Don't pretend, it's almost midnight, and Master Di suddenly appears here, do you really think I will treat it as a coincidence?
What do you want me to do? Can you just say it? Can you stop trying to trick people all the time and let people take the initiative to be tricked? "
Di Ying was speechless.
When did he leave such a bad impression on others?
He touched his nose and whispered back: "88 children's household registrations."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wen's eyes suddenly widened.
He pointed his finger at Di Ying, then at the small building, and then at himself. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
Seeing Di Ying nodding heavily, Song Wen was stunned for a long time.
Then he murmured: "You are crazy, you are outrageous, should I slap my thigh and say: You can go play, I will carry it myself?"
Anyway, you already told me: no big shot died there.
Then I'll be alone, pour some water, put some soil, and get over it.
But... NND, I can't tell you..."
As Song Wen spoke, he squatted on the ground.
After a few breaths, he hugged Di Ying's legs, raised his face to look at the other person, and asked: "Can you change a place for me to stay? There are too many pitfalls in the metropolis with you here, and my little shoulders can't carry it. Stay."
Those eighty-eight children were all chosen specifically for those people's favorites, selected from thousands of places, and it took an unknown amount of energy and manpower to get them.
The big boss behind "Ke Xin Ya Xing"...
A chill ran down Song Wen's spine just thinking about it.
How could this Di Ying be so capable?
"Yes. After I finish handling this matter, I will go to the staff department to help you cheat. No, I will get a transfer letter."
Di Ying helped Song Wen up with a smile and answered with a smile.
Song Wen: "...you really want to take me away? I'm gone, and no one in the Jingzhao Mansion will be able to help you."
Song Wen, who had stood firm, suddenly said this sentence by accident.
Di Ying burst into laughter upon hearing this.
He patted Song Wen on the shoulder and said, "Why are you going to other places?"
After saying that, Di Ying raised an eyebrow when she met Song Wen's doubtful eyes.
But instead of answering Song Wen's doubts, he rolled up his sleeves and walked out towards a row of charred corpses.
Song Wen: "..."
After a while, he still couldn't figure out which part or parts of his brain were misaligned.
He didn't understand: If he didn't go to other places, why would he change conditions with Di Ying?
Not even thinking about it: Why did he suddenly express his loyalty to Di Ying?
He stood in the darkness and looked at Di Ying, who was squatting in front of the scorched corpse, carefully and meticulously conducting the autopsy without any disdain.
There was a long-lost perseverance in his eyes.
He turned around, disappeared into the darkness, and ran towards the other end of the alley where the light came in, and towards the place where the household registration was processed in Jingzhao Yamen.
…
And the other side.
Zhang Maoqing and Zhang Yushi, who had saved their lives from the fire and escaped back to the house, were still in shock. They didn't even have time to change their clothes. After drinking a cup of calming tea, they went to their study.
Sit down to sharpen your ink and write quickly.
He wants to submit a report to His Majesty, he wants to impeach those officials who wantonly buy and sell children, he wants to denounce the abuse of children in the dental shop, and he wants to expose the manipulator behind the dental shop!
His wife followed worriedly, and when she saw the beginning of what he had written, she frowned and whispered: "Husband, do you really want to write this? You, your parents-in-law, my concubine, and the whole family will all be affected by this. Dead."
These words made Zhang Maoqing pause with the pen in his hand.
He looked at his wife apologetically and said apologetically: "As a husband... I have a responsibility to the court."
"Responsible..."
The wife smiled sadly and asked calmly: "You only think about your responsibilities to the court, but what about your parents? What about your wife and children? What about your family? Can you just throw away your responsibilities?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Maoqing apologetically raised his hand to stroke his wife's hair.
He took a deep breath and replied: "A real man lives his life, and sometimes he has to make a choice."
The wife gently pressed her husband's hand, held it gently, and gently placed it back on the desk.
Pick up the pen and put it in that hand.
Then he slowly rolled up his sleeves, raised his hands, and slowly helped his husband sharpen his ink.
Tears dropped silently into the inkstone, diluting the dark ink inside.
Zhang Maoqing looked up to the sky and sighed, tightened his grip on the pen, and continued!
But as soon as he wrote another line, he was interrupted.
Two young men wearing magistrate robes kicked open the door and barged in.
