She unconsciously twisted the long beeswax beads in her hands, nodded slightly, and closed her eyes slightly. His posture was neither humble nor arrogant, as if he was completely unaffected by this dark and terrifying environment.
Kneeling next to her was Uncle Tie, the servant of the Jiang family. He was kneeling on the ground. His already stooped back looked more rounded, as if he was carrying a small iron pot on his back.
His head and hands touched the ground, almost lying on his stomach.
But he was not as cowed as Wang Mi was at the beginning.
Although his back was shaking slightly, it was not because of cowardice, but because of crying.
He kept sobbing and crying very sadly. From the broken syllables he uttered, you could probably hear the word "Lord...man...".
It can be seen that he is so sad that he can't help himself because of Jiang Di's death.
Wen Xiaoyun's mood suddenly became heavy.
In this case, too many innocent people died.
It's time to end this.
Looking to the side, Bai Yao had already finished writing at the recording desk on the side. After spreading the paper, he elegantly started grinding the ink.
Hearing the noise, he glanced up at the door. After seeing Wen Xiaoyun, he slightly arched his eyebrows and nodded slightly to greet them.
Wen Xiaoyun also nodded to him, then strode to the center of the torture room, and bowed to Yin Qianhua with Yin Nuo.
"Wen Xiaoyun, the clerk of the punishment room, pays homage to the official."
"I'm in a humble position and I'm going to catch the boss. Yin Dingyan, I'm going to pay my respects to Mr. Tuiguan."
"There's no need for the extravagant rituals," Yin Qianhua said coldly, "Let's start the trial."
"Subordinates obey orders."
"Be humble and obey orders."
Then Yinnuo strode aside with his hand on the saber on his waist. Wen Xiaoyun was left alone for interrogation.
Wen Xiaoyun straightened up, adjusted the bandage on her shoulder, turned around and looked down at Jiang Yuanshi, and asked solemnly: "Who is kneeling in the audience?"
The Buddhist beads in Jiang Yuan's hand paused, and she bowed slightly to salute, "Jiang Yuan, a commoner's wife, the wife of the late Jiang Di. Please wait for your questions."
At this time, the hunchbacked Uncle Tie beside her who was crying uncontrollably straightened up slightly and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeves. His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs. talk."
Wen Xiaoyun looked at the two people on the ground and narrowed her eyes slightly, "Jiang Yuanshi, your husband passed away suddenly, why are you not sad at all?"
Jiang Yuanshi's eyebrows moved slightly, she closed her eyes again, and a line of clear tears finally slowly flowed from the corner of her eyes, "Everything in the world has life and death, and life and death.
Life and death, birth and death, are nothing but clouds that block the sun, the wind rises and the clouds disperse, the wind stirs and the clouds come again. It is not true, only the original mind neither increases nor decreases, neither arises nor dies.
If the mind is dead, the lamp will go out. If the mind is not dead, then death will be like life. In the hearts of women, the heart of their husbands is still there. There is only a gap of yin and yang between a common woman and her husband. Sooner or later, a common woman realizes that she has to throw away this body and seek her true heart. Then we can reunite again.
Therefore, women of the common people have no sorrow and no heart to be hurt. "
For a moment, the entire torture room fell silent, with only the soft sound of Bai Ya holding his sleeves and picking up his pen, writing quickly.
Wen Xiaojun raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Uncle Tie who continued to lie on the ground, unable to control himself with grief. He couldn't help but sneered, "What a good attitude and good tongue."
Yuan Niang remained calm, her eyes were closed, and she didn't even move her eyelashes. "That night, the police officer and the police officer disguised themselves as a couple and came to my Jiang family to deceive them. They were the real good ones." Mentality, good tongue.”
Bai Ya's pen tip couldn't help but pause.
The dry brows on the seat also wrinkled.
Yinnuo's face immediately turned red.
Originally, disguises and disguises were common methods used by officials to investigate cases.
But when Jiang Yuanshi suddenly asked him about the fact that he and Wen Xiaoyun were pretending to be husband and wife, he was immediately ashamed to death.
I was so ashamed that I wished I could dig a hole and bury myself in it.
Wen Xiaoyun frowned fiercely. This Yuanniang was far more difficult to deal with than she thought.
With just one sentence, she and Yin Nuo lost their upper hand and fell into an awkward quagmire.
However, Wen Xiaoyun is not a vegetarian. He has drawn comics for so many years and created countless characters with different identities.
She is the most experienced in inferring the psychology of characters and deducing the logic of their actions.
"We investigate cases for the government, and we have our own sense of proportion. Every action is well-founded and reasonable." Wen Xiaoyun's move was called an understatement.
She then said, "Mrs. Jiang, your behavior is not so reasonable." As she said that, Wen Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly froze, and she asked in a cold voice: "Why did Jiang Di do it on the way to the Yamen of the state capital?" , died suddenly, Jiang Yuan, do you know?"
Yuan Niang opened her eyes, raised her head and looked directly at Wen Xiaoyun, her eyes calm, "A civilian woman doesn't know."
"What a calm and self-possessed Jiang Yuanshi," Wen Xiaoyun gritted his teeth and smiled, "But if you are so calm now, why did you cry bitterly and hug Jiang Di before he left? Don't you think that at that time, Mrs. Jiang? Do you think that things like 'life and death' and 'birth and death' are all empty and void, without joy or sorrow?"
Jiang Yuanshi's eyes widened for a moment, and he started twirling the Buddhist beads in his hand again, "A commoner woman is an ordinary person she has never had. Once her husband leaves, a commoner woman already feels that she will never see him again.
The word "Farewell" suddenly appeared, and I felt so sad that I lost my composure. It's just that now that her husband has passed away, there is no more tragedy for women. Naturally, I let it go, accepted it, and became indifferent. "
"Oh?" Wen Xiaoyun snorted, "Did Mrs. Jiang already know Jiang Di's death date, or did she already know his crime?"
Jiang Yuanshi couldn't help but frown, "The civilian woman has a vague feeling that her husband has been getting more and more wrong in recent years, but she doesn't know what he has done."
Wen Xiaoyun gritted her teeth and refused to let go, "Even if you still believe in Buddhism and look down on life and death, don't you care about your husband's sudden death and why he died?" She continued to add, "Does it mean that his death has nothing to do with you? Regarding this, you have made a prediction a long time ago, so that you can stay calm here without being surprised or sad?"
Jiang Yuanshi's eyes suddenly froze, and the movement of twirling the beads in his hand became more and more serious, "So what if you care, what if you ask questions? Could it be that if you care and ask questions, can the husband of a civilian girl survive?"
Wen Xiaoyun couldn't help but applaud, "Okay, very good. Since you don't ask, let me tell you bit by bit." With that said, Wen Xiaoyun put his hands behind his back and stood in front of Jiang Yuan's family. In front of my mother, "Jiang Di died of poisoning, and it was only someone who was close to him who could do it. And on the way from him to the government office, the only person who almost came into contact with him and poisoned him was you. , Mrs. Jiang."
