Chu Qing understood.
No wonder Qianqiying couldn't find a breakthrough here in Qu Mingtong, because the crime wasn't serious enough, and it was precisely because the crime wasn't serious enough that it caused quite a big fuss, so it had to be transferred to the Ministry of Punishment. Naturally, many methods would not be available if transferred to the Ministry of Punishment.
Qianqiying was willing, but Chu Qing was not.
"The surname is Qu." Chu Qing took out his waistband and waved it in front of the iron fence: "Look what this is?"
Qu Mingtong squinted his eyes and looked over: "This is..."
"The emperor personally gave me the gold medal little secret agent badge. Do you know that the conviction by the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple is just a formality. It is me who really decides your life or death!"
Chu Qing quickly took back his waist card, fearing that the other party would see clearly.
In fact, there is a row of small characters behind this waist badge, such as Jing, Qianqiying, Xiaoqi, Shui, Yu, etc. Chu Qing has no idea what they mean.
Qu Mingtong's expression changed drastically: "Master Chu, can I decide whether I live or die?"
"That's right." Chu Qing tried his best to put on an air that he thought was majestic: "Actually, the eldest young master of Chu Mansion is just my disguised identity."
"Isn't Chu Wensheng your biological father?"
"Of course not...no, he's not my biological father."
"But Mr. Chu didn't mean..."
"I am saying that I seem to be the son of Chu Wensheng, the eldest young master of Chu Mansion, the left minister of the Ministry of Industry, but in fact, I am..." Chu Qing almost didn't let himself go: "Actually, I am Chu Wensheng's son Son, of course, I still have an identity, do you know?"
Qu Mingtong nodded fiercely: "I know, I know, I know, I am not a good official in the household department."
"Yes, I am exactly..." Chu Qing was stunned again and realized something was wrong. He immediately changed his words and said, "In addition to being the Prime Minister, I also have a third identity."
"Who is Mr. Chu?"
"The highest people in Changjing...the highest prosecutor in Changjing...no, the highest in Changjing...yes, the highest chief in Changjing, that's right, I am Chu Jingchang, codenamed Black Cat." Chu Qing cleared his throat: "Now, This black cat Jing...this Jingchang will start to interrogate you, and I will tell you whatever I ask you, you know."
After all, he is a civil servant. Qu Mingtong looked suspicious: "According to Chang's law, if I are being interrogated, does the punishment department of the Ministry of Punishment not need to be present?"
"No need." Chu Qing pointed at Fusan: "Let me introduce to you, this is Fuchacha, the Supreme People's Procuratorate of Changjing, Dachang Dynasty."
Qu Mingtong glanced at Fusan, his suspicion growing stronger.
Chu Qing pretended to take the pen and paper that could record the confession from the stone bench behind him: "Crime suspect Qu Mingtong, you have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will be used as evidence in court. Understand Yet."
Qu Mingtong shook his head: "I don't understand."
Chu Qing kicked the iron railing: "Why do you have so many troubles? Please explain."
Qu Mingtong was startled: "I understand, I understand."
"Let me record it. It was you who said you didn't need the Green Corpse. When we saw the Dharma Coffin... No, it was you who said you didn't need the Ministry of Punishment to be present. When we met the people from Dali Temple, you had to make it clear. got it."
"Mr. Chu, I... don't understand very well."
"It's okay if you don't understand. Fuchacha will explain it to you later."
Qu Mingtong looked at Fu San, who grinned and said, "If you don't tell me the truth, I'll answer whatever you ask. I... I picked your hamstring!"
Qu Mingtong was so frightened that Fu San's words didn't sound like a threat at all, but more like stating a fact.
Chu Qing handed the pen and paper to Fu San: "I said, he replied, Fu check and you take note."
"Little Zhi...I know."
"The criminal suspect Qu Mingtong, I would like to ask you, you and the Li family..."
Fu San interrupted: "Young Master Chu, how do you write the word "criminal" for a crime?
"One plus the opposite word."
"Oh, I remembered it."
Chu Qing: "The criminal suspect Qu Mingtong, this..."
Fu San: "Master Chu, how do you write the word "贝"?"
Chu Qing: "Please go and stay aside."
Fukusan: "The word "hemp" means "hemp"
This time it was Qu Mingtong's turn to interrupt cautiously: "Mr. Chu, why can't I remember that there are two offices in the capital, the chief of the capital and the procuratorate?"
"Fuck!" Chu Qing took out the key and opened the cell door directly, snapping his fingers at Fu San: "Hit him!"
Fu San was waiting for these words, so he rushed in, kicked Qu Mingtong to the ground, and then punched and kicked him.
Chu Qing quickly ran to the door and asked the dungeon's iron door to be closed.
As I just said, it's okay to ask, but don't be violent. The person will be handed over to the Ministry of Punishment when the time comes.
It's not that Chu Qing doesn't care about what Chen Yan said, but he is extremely sure that the Qu family must have done other things, not to mention being a dog for the Li family. They must have done things like corruption and perverting the law. Following the formal procedures is to ask If you can't come out, it's better to take the risk and take the hard part. As long as you can grasp the ironclad evidence, the heavyweight ironclad evidence, you can beat him. When the time comes, Qianqi Camp can continue to imprison him, who will offend the Ministry of Punishment.
There were screams in the cell, but Chu Qing turned a deaf ear.
Although the "Chang Code" is not perfect, it is a law and a code that protects the rights that every person in the Chang Dynasty should enjoy.
Chu Qing was originally in awe of the "Chang Code". Even if he was a second-generation official or a civil servant, he respected it and hoped that all people in the Chang Dynasty would respect it.
But after taking a walk around the palace, he figured it out.
Changlu, go fuck his grandma's legs, give Changlu back, Changlu is such an idiot, if Changlu was really good, he could be locked up in a prison, and Huang Laosi could scare him every day, and almost be buried with the prince?
Even the bastards who should protect Changlu the most did not take Changlu seriously. Chu Qing, as the master of suffering, naturally scorned him even more.
A Tanma from the Qianqi Camp came to the door: "Master Chu, why did you hear the screams?"
"Fu San is constipated." Chu Qing took out Xiao Qi's waistband and waved it.
Tan Ma didn't even look at the situation in the cell. Hehehe, he said "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Chu" and left.
Chu Qing rolled his eyes, Fu San was constipated and I worked too hard.
The Qianqiying government office was not big, Chu Qing had already become familiar with him, and he and Chen Yan were of the same age, so everyone noticed it, and the second prince screamed "Pestle, pestle, pestle" every day. Although I don't know what pestle corpse means, I can see that Chang Xian respects Chu Qing. In short, for some reason, these detective horses are also very respectful to Chu Qing, and they won't ask questions when they shouldn't worry.
The screams stopped, and Chu Qing returned to the cell, looking down at Qu Mingtong, whose face was covered with blood.
"Fat Qu, this young master has always been straightforward in his work and speech. He never mince words or mince words. He told me directly about the affairs of the Li family, especially the matter of Li Lin, the second young master of the Li family. I said, I will spare your life. .”
"Sure...it's really because of the Li family."
Qu Mingtong, whose eyes were blurred by blood, no longer looked as pleading as before, and spit out bloody phlegm: "Bah, if I tell you about the Li family's secret support for King Wu, I will die. Do you think I am stupid? It’s great.”
Chu Qing was dumbfounded.
I...didn’t even ask King Wu about this.
Fu San kicked Qu Mingtong in the ribs: "How dare you speak so harshly!"
"Fight me, even if you kill me..." Qu Mingtong gritted his teeth and growled: "If you beat me to death, I won't tell you about Li Mansion's private collection of armaments in Xiao County!
Chu Qing: "..."
"How dare you be so stubborn!" Fu San was so angry that he rode on Qu Mingtong and slapped him hard again.
Qu Ming, who was being beaten, was heartbroken and was no longer afraid. He covered his face and shouted: "If you can, beat me to death. Not only will I not betray the Li family, I will not betray Mr. Zhou, the left minister of the Ministry of Etiquette. I will not betray any of King Wu’s people, hahaha, you go ahead and beat me to death if you can!”
Chu Qing grabbed Fu San and asked very seriously: "For our Dachang Dynasty officials... besides the imperial examination, do we have IQ tests?"
Qu Mingtong spit out one of his back molars and sneered again and again: "Why don't you fight? Are you afraid? Are you afraid that if you beat me to death, the dead soldiers hidden in the capital by King Wu will avenge me!"
This means that King Wu was not present. If he were present, he would definitely kneel down and beg Qu Mingtong, "Dad Qu, please stop talking, please stop talking."
