With this in mind, Wen Xiaoyun straightened her clothes, raised her hand to push open the door, strode across the threshold with her head held high, and walked into the house.
Compared to the torture chamber, which was crowded with archives and bookshelves, the second hall was much more spacious. There was a large mahogany desk in the main room, on which, in addition to pens, ink, paper and inkstones, there were also piles of books and official documents. There are seats and tables similar to auditoriums on both sides.
The rest of the seats were empty, with not even half a waiter. There are no burning lamps in the standing candlesticks behind the tables and chairs, and there is only an oil lamp placed on the main table.
The flame of the oil lamp flickered, illuminating a small piece of dim yellow light in the silent darkness. The light transmittance was very weak. When it spread to the edge of the table, it was so weak that it was almost completely swallowed up by darkness.
However, right at the junction of light and darkness, stood a tall man in official uniform with his hands behind his back. Although the official uniform is loose, it still shows off his slender and delicate figure. He wore a short-winged, shallow-brimmed black gauze hat neatly on his head. He raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to be far away, and he no longer knew what he was thinking about.
Even though his back was to Wen Xiaoyun, Wen Xiaoyun could feel the arrogance and pride in him just from his broad shoulders and tall posture.
Wen Xiaojun's eyebrows moved slightly, and with just one glance, she saw that the other party was deliberately creating a dark and tense atmosphere to shock her.
The importance of the second hall in the county government is second only to the case trial hall. Under normal circumstances, at least four candlesticks must be lit in the second hall for lighting, and the candles in each candlestick are as thick as a child's arm.
Otherwise, the officials inside would not be able to do business at all when it gets dark.
Wen Xiaoyun sneered in her heart. It seemed that it was popular in Teng County to show off to newcomers.
But it was a wrong idea to scare Wen Xiaoyun, a modern person who knew five hundred years in the past and five hundred years in the future.
While Wen Xiaoyun secretly encouraged herself, she clasped her hands and saluted the Teng County magistrate who was standing behind the table with his back to her. "Wen Xiaoyun, the clerk of the punishment room, officially took office yesterday. I came here to see the magistrate." .”
Her voice was high-pitched and resonant, reverberating in the huge second hall with a subtle vibrato.
When the county magistrate heard Wen Xiaojun's voice, he turned his shoulders slightly, glanced sideways at Wen Xiaojun, paused for a while, and then uttered a few words coldly, "Wen Xiaojun?"
Wen Xiaoyun raised his head, but the light was too dark where the county magistrate was standing, and his side face could not be seen clearly.
She could only lower her head again and respectfully replied: "It's my subordinate."
"You made a mistake in saying something." Although the young magistrate's tone was low and gentle, there was a vague aura of calmness and authority.
Wen Xiaoyun frowned in confusion, "This subordinate is stupid, please make it clear."
The young magistrate sneered, "You haven't really joined the job."
Wen Xiaoyun put down her hands, stood upright, looked at the blurry outline of the man's back, and asked in a deep voice: "What are your orders, sir? I will do my best."
Hearing this answer, the young magistrate was slightly startled, then turned around and chuckled, "He is indeed smart, but if he is too smart and becomes a smart-aleck, it would be better to be duller."
As he said that, he didn't give Wen Xiaojun any time to react and directly asked the first question, "What color were the cuffs of my underwear that were exposed when I tied the tooth tags with you?"
Wen Xiaoyun's heart sank. This young county magistrate had such deep thoughts that he even gave her the test questions from the beginning.
However, this is not the most terrifying thing. What is truly terrifying is that he seems to know himself very well.
Even if the observation ability is tested, most people will only ask which hand the old man is using, or what patterns are on the sleeves.
After all, people who can recall these details without preparation are already very insightful.
But the young magistrate specifically asked Fu Fu a tricky question like the color of the cuffs of his undershirt, which was barely exposed. He was either deliberately making things difficult, or he had some preliminary understanding of her photographic memory, and specifically enhanced it. Very difficult to verify.
And her current status is just that of a small torture chamber official. Logically speaking, she is not worthy of him, a magistrate, personally making things difficult and harshly punishing her. So the most reasonable explanation is the second one.
Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoyun felt a chill run down her spine, and she was a little unsure for a moment whether this was good or bad news for her and Yin Nuo.
"What?" The young county magistrate let out a disdainful sneer from his nose, "Can't you answer?"
Wen Xiaoyun bit her lower lip hard and began to quickly replay all the details of the previous scene in her mind.
Normally, it would not be too difficult for her to recall these side details. The difficulty is that the sky is too dark and Old Man Fu moves too fast.
Too fast? !
The image of Old Uncle Fu weighing his wrists and adjusting his sleeves suddenly zoomed in before Wen Xiaoyun's eyes, "Gray." She answered without thinking.
"When the old man stepped on the steps in front of the second hall, which leg did he step first?"
Wen Xiaoyun closed her eyes, and the scene of the old man walking in front of him, the lantern flickering in his hand, suddenly appeared in front of him.
He held the lantern in his right hand. When he stepped up the steps, the shadow cast by the light just covered his right foot.
"Left leg!" She said firmly.
