"Junior sister, people cannot be resurrected after death, and Master could not see you so sad when he was alive. Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of you in the future."
Gong Dalang stepped forward to comfort him, but Gong Lingzhi pushed him away, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"I don't like you! I won't marry!"
Qiao Qin's attitude was cold, as if revealing her true nature: "Children's marriage should be decided by their parents. Now that Brother Zhen is dead, I am your mother. For the sake of the bride, it is not up to you whether to marry or not."
Gong Lingzhi's eyes were filled with tears, and he wanted to ask others for help, but all the members looked cold, and even Erlang and Sanlang, who had always been good friends, lowered their heads.
Only now did she realize that without her father's protection, she was nothing in the troupe.
She glanced at her father's body, then glanced at the doorpost of Yizhuang, her eyes holding a fatal solution:
"I will never marry!"
She slammed into the goal post.
But just when she was about to "succeed", a white shadow suddenly came across and caught her forehead with a flesh pad.
"Oh, luckily I have a lot of flesh on my chest, otherwise I could knock my heart out right now."
Lin Yue blinked.
"Brother Lin?"
After Gong Lingzhi was pleasantly surprised, she became sad again: "I don't want to live anymore..."
Lin Yue strangled her tightly and said, "This is absolutely unacceptable. If you die, who will redress your father's grievances?"
"Avenge?" Gong Lingzhi was confused.
"good."
Song Che walked into Yi Zhuang with his hands behind his back, looking confident, so he naturally had the evidence.
Then, more than a dozen government officials also rushed into Yizhuang, surrounded Gong Dalang and Qiao Qin, and threw an arrest warrant in front of them:
"Qiao Qin, Gong Dalang, the government suspects you of murdering Gong Zhen, the leader of Xi Lai Ren, come with us to the court!"
"Master Cha, you... are you mistaken? I am Gong Zhen's wife. How could I murder my husband?" Qiao Qin was obviously panicked and hurriedly defended herself.
Dutou snorted coldly: "If you are innocent, I will give you justice. Stop talking nonsense and come with us... and all the members of the Xilairen Theater Troupe will be waiting outside the court to be summoned at any time."
"It must be you guys who are responsible for this. I shouldn't have saved you in the first place!" Gong Dalang glared at Song Che fiercely.
Song Che hummed: "People are doing it, God is watching."
Move to the court!
…
"Who wrote this notice?"
Zhang Ge, who was sitting behind the desk in the high hall, waved his hand and asked the audience.
Shen Wenjun stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this is written by a commoner on Gong Lingzhi's behalf, accusing his late wife Qiao Qin and her senior brother Gong Dalang of deceiving their teachers and destroying their ancestors, committing incest and committing adultery, and seeking wealth and death."
"No wonder the handwriting is so elegant. It turns out to be Mr. Shen who wrote poems on the White Crane Tower before."
Zhang Ge asked again: "The crime you mentioned is not trivial. Is there any evidence?"
"Sir! Your Excellency, we were wronged. It was clearly they who slandered us——"
"Shut up!"
Zhang Ge scolded: "Everyone who goes to court, the first thing they say is that they are wronged. Whether you are wronged or not, I will decide for myself. If you dare to interrupt at will, you will be slapped twenty times first!"
Mr. Zhang turns 50 today. How many birthdays like this can he have in his life? But because of the death of the troupe, I really don't like these people from the bottom of my heart.
"Of course there is evidence."
Shen Wenjun greeted everyone in the hall: "Bring it up!"
Four government servants walked into the courtroom with heavy steps carrying a large sword, and threw it to the ground with a clang.
"Look, sir, this section of the knife is where Gong Zhen slipped. We all thought that the deceased fell to his death due to his mistake. In fact, this was not the case. He slipped because he stepped on the grease smeared on the blade."
As soon as these words came out, Gong Dalang's expression changed drastically.
Zhang Ge walked down to the court, looked at the blade carefully, touched it with his hand, and said doubtfully: "There is no grease on it."
Shen Wenjun said: "Yes, they are just polished very smooth. Sir, you are afraid of being cut, so you don't dare to touch them with more force. But if an adult steps on them, and the blade is sharp, it will easily slip."
Zhang Ge said: "This is just your one-sided statement and cannot be used as evidence."
Shen Wenjun smiled confidently and clapped his hands: "Bring water!"
"Here comes the water!"
Qin Ruo brought the basin that had been prepared to the court.
Shen Wenjun then asked the Yamen servant to set up the knife, place the water basin under the big knife, then use a ladle to scoop water and gently pour it on the knife body.
The water dripped into the basin along the blade, raising a layer of oily flowers visible to the naked eye.
"Look, sir, what is this if it's not grease? Feel it with your hand again and see if it feels greasy?" Shen Wenjun said confidently.
Zhang Ge applied it lightly again, pinched it on his fingertips, sniffed it close to his nose, nodded and said, "It is indeed oily!"
"Sir! What kind of evidence is this? Maybe... maybe the knife hasn't been used for a long time and was accidentally stained with grease!" Gong Dalang hurriedly defended.
"impossible!"
Gong Lingzhi retorted: "Dad, before every performance, he will have his knife cleaned first to ensure that it is foolproof. How can you be careless at an altitude of seven to eight feet!"
"good!"
Shen Wenjun helped: "Yesterday when we were rehearsing at the inn, we were all trying to persuade the show to be too dangerous and wanted Leader Gong to cancel it. But you took out a piece of iron sand and said you wanted to sharpen the blade. On the surface, you were being considerate of the master, but in fact Apply grease, cause an accident, and cause him to fall to his death!”
"and this!"
Qin Ruo took out a cloth bag from her sleeve, and when she opened it, it looked like a piece of iron sand. "You didn't expect it, right? We made a special trip back to the inn and dug it out of the dregs."
After that, he threw the iron sand into the basin, and the oily flowers became even bigger.
unambiguous evidence!
Gong Dalang collapsed on the ground, his face ashen.
"And one of the reasons why he killed Leader Gong was because of this woman!"
Shen Wenjun turned to Qiao Qin: "Gong Dalang and Qiao Qin have an ulterior adulterous relationship. One of them is Gong Zhen's wife, and the other is Gong Zhen's disciple. After killing Gong Zhen, they can legitimately take over as the class leader. Bit;
But Qiao Qin is the second wife, Gong Dalang is the adopted son, and Gong Lingzhi, the biological daughter, is the legal successor to Gong Zhen's property, so this pair of adulterers and adulterers put on a good show in Yizhuang, saying who married Gong Lingzhi, who can become the new class leader, actually wants to win over the hearts of all the members and make it natural to seek wealth and death! "
"You are so slanderous, when did I commit adultery with Dalang?" Qiao Qin asked angrily.
"He's the proof."
Shen Wenjun pointed to Song Che who had been silent for a long time.
The reason why Song Che asked Shen Wenjun to uphold justice was because he wanted to appear as a witness.
"The night before yesterday, around three o'clock, I got up to go to the latrine for convenience, but I didn't like the smell of the latrine, so I wandered around the woods and accidentally ran into a man and a woman having sex in the forest."
Song Che looked at Qiao Qin and Gong Dalang with cold eyes and asked softly:
"Do you still remember, meow, meow, meow?"
