The next day, Chen Kan arrived at the Nancheng Army and Horses Department early and led a large group of people toward the outside of the city.
This time he went to Shuzhong, strictly speaking, he was absent from his post without Zhu Di's order.
And his duty is to protect the security of the entire capital, not to arrest the White Lotus Sect thieves.
But... Chen Kan has no regrets.
At least, he had obtained half of the justice for those women who died innocently at the hands of Buddha.
The corpse, whose body was unknown whether it was that of Xi Fozi or Dong Fozi, was lying quietly in Yi Zhuang outside the city.
Naturally, the bodies of the eight women could not be put away at this time, so the coffins in Yizhuang contained their ashes.
As for Fozi's body, Chen Kan marinated it with salt and made it into bacon. Otherwise, if he had brought it back from Shu to Jiangnan, even in winter, the body would have turned into rotten meat.
At this time, Chen Kan was squatting next to Fozi's body, burning paper money to the eight girls in the coffin and chattering.
"I have obtained some justice for you."
"It's a pity that the culprit escaped."
"But don't worry, I will kill them all one day."
"In addition, if you have spirits in heaven, try your best to help me get promoted and make a fortune."
"Hmm...or just bless me for a promotion, because I will make money myself."
"If I get promoted, I can change the world and let more people get justice."
"Don't worry, I will get the remaining justice for you soon..."
"..."
In Yizhuang, apart from Chen Kan, only the old cripple who was guarding Yizhuang was inside. The personal guards brought by Chen Kan all crowded at the door and watched this strange scene.
They would also chatter like this when paying homage to their relatives.
But at this time, they just felt that Chen Kan's current appearance was weird.
It was obvious that he and those women were strangers to each other.
In their eyes, Chen Kan was definitely a murderer. When he was in Jinyiwei, he moved Zhu Jixi down. There were thousands of people implicated by Zhu Jixi alone.
When sending Zhu Jixi to the royal mausoleum.
More than two thousand people died under his emotionless orders.
And this time when I went to Shuzhong, hundreds of people from the White Lotus Sect died in a flood that he personally planned, and there was no trace of unbearable color in his eyes.
Since Chen Kan debuted in the Ming Dynasty, no fewer than three thousand people have died indirectly or directly at his hands.
But for such a murderous person, he ran to Shu angrily for eight girls he had never met before, and brought their murderer back to their corpses.
Moreover, when paying homage to a few strangers, they would chatter and wipe away tears.
This picture is really weird.
As Chen Kan often said, the contrast is huge.
They found that they could no longer see through their young boss.
I originally thought he was a ruthless person, but when he inadvertently revealed his sunny boyish temperament, he was also able to infect them.
Mysterious, weird, and able to turn his hands into clouds and rain. Who is he?
Strange!
So weird.
He seems different from everyone else.
In his eyes, sometimes human life is human life, and sometimes it is just numbers. How can there be such complicated and weird people in the world?
The old lame man sat quietly next to Chen Kan.
The old cripple has been guarding this charity village for almost forty years.
This righteous village houses some lonely ghosts who have no one to claim them. The only one who keeps company with these ghosts is him, an old lame man who has been lame for forty years.
The old cripple's face was very scary, with wrinkles all over his face, making him look like an evil ghost from hell.
The old cripple heard all Chen Kan's whispers. He looked at the chattering young man, and a glint of light flashed in his numb eyes.
"Is there any justice in this world?"
The old lame man spoke, his voice hoarse and low, making it unclear whether he was a man or a woman.
He seemed to be talking to himself or asking Chen Kan.
Chen Kan paused with his hands, turned his head, and met those weathered eyes. Those eyes were a little dim, with few black eyes and many white eyes, which looked a bit scary.
Chen Kan has seen many pairs of eyes like this, which are the eyes of a person when he is about to die.
He looked into those eyes and said seriously: "There will be."
The old cripple seemed to disagree with his words, and shook his head mechanically: "No."
Then, the old lame man raised his hand, pointed at the eight brand new coffins in the charity village, and said, "Old lady, I have been guarding this charity village for forty years and have seen countless dead people. They are the luckiest."
From her self-identification, Chen Kan knew her gender.
He didn't argue with her.
All justice in this world requires people to fight for it. If no one fights for it, there will naturally be no justice.
Chen Kan is here, and he is willing to fight for those who are unable to fight.
After burning the paper, Chen Kan got up and cut off the Buddha's head with a dagger.
From the adhesion of the flesh and blood, it can be seen that Chen Kan's method of curing the meat is excellent. There is no trace of rot, no trace of moisture in the flesh and blood, and no trace of odor.
After he placed the head on the altar, others swarmed in and dragged the body out, leaving only some unmelted salt particles on the ground.
The old cripple squatted down, picked up a piece of salt from the ground and put it into his mouth, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
After tasting the salt grains, she sighed: "The good green salt is wasted when used to marinate corpses. If it is used to marinate pork to make smoked bacon and boil it in water, I can eat three bowls of rice in a row. It's a pity. Yes."
She shakily sat back on the stool and returned to her old look.
But Chen Kan's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sternly: "Are you eating human flesh?"
As if she had read through Chen Kan's thoughts, she said slowly and leisurely: "There is no justice in this world. If the old woman didn't eat, this Yizhuang would be gone long ago. These people can still have a place to live, thanks to me, old woman." .”
Chen Kan was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.
He really had no right to accuse her.
Being able to build a righteous village and collect the bones that no one wants is itself a great merit in the world.
As she said, without her, many people would not even be able to find a place to stay after their death.
The old lame man was sitting on the stool. When he didn't speak, he looked like a dead man.
"Would you like some eye-smoked bacon?"
Chen Kan's voice softened.
Seeing that the old lame man didn't speak, he said seriously: "That's enough."
"good!"
The old lame man responded, Chen Kan turned around, and Fang Xu immediately led his men to run towards the capital.
He went to buy smoked bacon.
In less than an hour, Fang Xu returned to the entrance of Yizhuang carrying a hanging basket of cleaned smoked bacon.
Five fingers thick of fat.
They also brought rice and cooking pots.
Soon, the bacon and rice were cooked, and Fang Xu nervously brought a bowl of rice and bacon to the old cripple.
The old cripple opened his eyes, took the bowl, picked up a piece of fat with trembling hands and put it into his mouth.
"That's what it tastes like."
An expression of enjoyment appeared on her face unconsciously, and after a moment, she closed her eyes peacefully.
"Sir...sir, she is dead."
Chen Kan nodded and said, "I know!"
"Send the order to expand the scale of the Yizhuang here and bring it under the jurisdiction of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division."
After giving the instructions, Chen Kan said to himself: "Justice will prevail!"
