Daming King of Punishment

Song Wuya nodded, which was basically consistent with his original judgment.He then turned around and asked the police officer who had been waiting all the time: "Captain Bao, according to your observation and inference at the scene, I accidentally knocked down the vase on the top of the cabinet and fell on my head before I fainted." Passed out, didn't you?"

"That's right." Bao Bao quickly replied without hesitation: "When Ms. Situ found you, you were sitting on the ground with your back against the cabinet. When I arrived at the scene, I also saw fragments of the vase on the ground and on your lapel. Imagine, If the vase fell directly on the ground and broke, how could there be pieces of porcelain on your skirt? Naturally, it could only be that the vase fell from the top of the cabinet to your head and knocked you unconscious, so that your clothes could hang Put the shards on."

After saying these words, Bao Bukuai couldn't help showing a somewhat complacent expression, obviously satisfied with his meticulous reasoning.

"May I ask how big and heavy that vase is?"

"It's just that big..." Bao Baokuai gestured with both hands, and caught a glimpse of a thin-necked vase placed on a wooden frame against the wall in the house, and pointed, "Yes, it's about the same size as this vase."

"How tall is the cabinet where the vases are placed?"

"About seven feet tall."

"How tall do you think I am?"

Baobu quickly took a look at Song Wuya and said, "About six feet."

Song Wuya quickly calculated in his mind, seven feet is roughly equivalent to two meters one, and six feet is 1.8 meters.

"Hurry up, thank you, what you said is very useful to me!"

Song Wuya showed a strange smile towards Bao Bukuai, and suddenly ran a few steps to the wooden shelf, quickly grabbed the vase that Bao Bukuai pointed to just now, and raised his hands Over the top of the head, let go of the hand.

There was only a muffled bang, and the vase first hit Song Wuya's head, then fell to the ground, and smashed into pieces when it touched the ground.

"Everyone has to be clear, right? The top of the cabinet is seven feet high, and I am six feet tall. There is a height gap of one foot. I lifted such a vase weighing two or three catties over my head by a foot, and let it fall on my head. It didn't knock me out, and it didn't break when it fell on top of my head. It broke when it hit the ground. This shows that I didn't touch the cabinet behind my back as Bao Baotou said. , let the vase on the top of the cabinet fall down and knocked unconscious at the scene of the murder, the broken porcelain pieces on my skirt can only be put there on purpose by others! Originally, a two-pound vase fell on the top of my head from a height of one foot , how could it be possible to knock a grown man unconscious?"

Song Wuya's words were very loud, and he was very confident in his reasoning, feeling that he had finally found a breakthrough!

However, Song Wuya's on-site experiment didn't seem to be effective, and he couldn't see the suddenly enlightened expression on everyone's faces that he was expecting.On the contrary, Situ Yi, Situ Wen, the policeman and Wu Zuo all had ugly faces, especially the county magistrate Situ Yi, whose beards were so angry that their beards stood up one by one.

Song Wuya faintly felt that this was self-defeating, and he did a hugely stupid thing.

"Song Wuya, you smart fool!" Bao Baokuai said coldly with a mocking smile, "The vase alone is naturally not heavy enough, so it won't knock you unconscious if it falls. But if it's filled with water, then Is it heavy enough? At that time, you not only had broken porcelain pieces on your body, but also water stains!"

Song Wuya was stunned for a moment, his face turned pale with shock, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Could it be that I really have committed a heinous crime, but also have a bad star? So much so that I knocked myself unconscious after killing someone?"

"Immediately beat this bastard [-] times with this officer!" Situ Yi pointed at Song Wuya angrily and shouted an order.

The two guards who stood by rushed forward, grabbed Song Wuya and dragged him away.

"Don't drag it outside, just beat it here! I watched this bastard boy cry for his father and mother! After the beating, all the torture instruments such as sticks and bamboo sticks will be served by him one by one!" Situ Yi's face was full of anger. It was painful, and it was almost distorted and deformed, "This vase is the Northern Song Dynasty official kiln porcelain that I have collected with great difficulty, and it is specially placed here to display the guests! You bastard who killed thousands of knives, you are already dying If you do this, you have to change the way to cheat this official!"

Chapter 6 The Mouse Crossing the Street

Chapter 6 The Mouse Crossing the Street

One officer stomped firmly on Song Wuya's back, while the other officer raised the water and fire stick with a grinning grin, and was about to drop it hard.

At this critical moment, Song Wuya suddenly had a thought, remembered something, and shouted anxiously: "The vase full of water fell into pieces, the sound must be clearly audible in the quiet night, Miss Situ is not far away, Why didn't you notice it at all?"

After Situ Yi and Situ Wen looked at each other, they immediately reached out to stop the official who was holding a water and fire stick, signaling to suspend the execution.

"It seems reasonable." Magistrate Situ looked down from behind the case and looked down at Song Wuya who was trampled on the ground by the officials, and said in a deep voice, "Go on!"

Song Wuya looked up at County Magistrate Situ with difficulty, and said with a wry smile, "My lord, can you let me get up and talk? It's very inconvenient for me to lie on the ground and state the case."

Situ Yi was a little hesitant. Although Song Wuya seemed to have found out the doubts, he didn't want to let go of this bastard who claimed to have dropped his precious Gudao.

At this time, Situ Wen spoke and said to her uncle: "Uncle, even if he has committed a heinous crime, he is still a scholar. It is really wrong to insult him like this. Let him get up and talk. If he can't say anything Come one, two, three, and it won’t be too late to punish him severely.”

God, my fiancée is reasonable and considerate. Song Wuya cast a grateful glance at Situ Wen, but in return she gave her a cold face.

Situ Yi raised his hand, signaling the officials to let go of Song Wuya.Song Wuya got up and said loudly, "Thank you, my lord!"

He turned to face Situ Wen and asked, "Miss Situ, so you really didn't hear any abnormal noise from the east wing when you were sitting in the middle hall to settle accounts that night?"

Situ Wen shook her head: "No."

Song Wuya said: "Miss Situ, may I ask if the murder case has been cleared?"

After he asked these words, he didn't have much hope in his heart. After all, it's been a long time since the crime happened. The scene has probably been cleaned up, and all the evidence has been lost long ago.Unexpectedly, Situ Wen replied: "I haven't cleaned it, because I don't want to make me sad. The housekeeper, Uncle Liang, locked the house after the official inspection, and no one in the house has ever entered."

When she said this, Situ Wen was thinking about her deceased father, her eyes were reddened, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Song Wuya was overjoyed when he heard it, and pleaded with her: "Miss Situ, since there are doubts in this case, can you let me go to the murder scene to investigate again?"

After dealing with her for a long time, Song Wuya has already realized that although his fiancée has a deep prejudice against him, she is not completely unreasonable, and she is much more talkative than the county magistrate Situ Yi who loves to use officials to oppress others.Therefore, if you directly raise your request to her, it will be easier to achieve your goal than if you directly raise it to Situ Yi.

Sure enough, Situ Wen was moved by Song Wuya's words, and said to the county magistrate Situ Yi: "Uncle, since there is indeed a suspicious point, how about Uncle Lao leading the people to escort him to the murder scene in my house for further investigation?"

Situ County Magistrate pondered for a while, and said: "Forget it, I want to see what tricks this kid can conjure up. I don't believe it, an ignorant and unskilled prodigal son, his eyesight is better than that of the officials in my mansion. Your arrest and coordinator?"

Afterwards, the county magistrate of Situ ordered a group of people to go to Situ Jian's mansion in the east of the city together.

After a group of people left the county office, County Magistrate Situ and Situ Wen each took a small sedan chair and walked in front of each other.Bao Butou pressed his waist knife, head held high, and several officials followed behind, and the gray-haired Liang Wuzuo also followed quickly holding a pen and paper.

Only Song Wuya, the murder suspect, was the most pitiful. He was guarded by two officers and guards, dragging heavy handcuffs and anklets as he walked across the street step by step. Every time he took a step, he could feel pain in his ankles from the shackles.

Going from the county government office to Situ Jian's house in the east of the city requires crossing half of the county town. When passing through a bustling market on the way, Song Wuya's eye-catching appearance with shackles and handcuffs immediately attracted many people. People lined up to watch.

Ordinary people deeply love the enlightenment of the way of benevolence and filial piety, have a simple and strong moral outlook, and of course they don't have any good looks towards Song Wuya, an unkind and unfilial murderer who killed his father-in-law and benefactor with vengeance.Although the vision of immortality struck by lightning in the execution ground before made this iron case a bit more talkative, but this kind of thing is not allowed after all, the key is that Song Wuya has always been notorious, and the reputation is too bad.

A cabbage flew over from the crowd of onlookers and hit Song Wuya in the face.An angry cursing sound came: "You bastard who kills thousands of swords, even murdered your own father-in-law! Fortunately, Master Situ treats you like his own son, and you really can do it!"

Immediately afterwards, another stone was thrown on Song Wuya's body, and someone scolded angrily: "Song, are you worthy of your father? Your father was the hope of the local people during his lifetime. He helped the poor and rescued the orphans, and he did so many good deeds! You Not only did this unfilial son piss your father off to death, but he actually killed your father's best friend, your father-in-law! You really are worse than a pig or a dog!"

Some people in the crowd were also commenting: "I heard that the magistrate of the county is going to retry the case. He is going to Mr. Situ's house to re-investigate. I don't know why."

Someone answered angrily: "Why is there a retrial? What is the investigation? Who in the whole county doesn't know that this bastard is not a good guy? He killed the person, no matter what, who else can there be besides him?"

"Yes, yes! What's the trouble? This kind of scum should be chopped up with a single knife, and then thrown to the mass grave outside the city to feed the dogs!"

"Wouldn't it be cheaper to chop him up with a knife? According to the law, it should be Ling Chi. Didn't the county lord have already ordered the god executioner 'cut off dead' old man Liu? I reckon the county lord wants to re-examine the scene this time. After the case is solid, wait for the approval document from the state government, then it will be easier to start a knife."

Accompanied by these scolding and comments, many vegetables and small stones were thrown over like raindrops, and the throwing of these miscellaneous objects was very accurate, and all of them fell on Song Wuya very accurately, holding Song Wuya The officials and errands also acted as if they didn't see it, and let the people vent their grievances.Song Wuya couldn't argue, and didn't dare to retaliate, so he covered his head and face all the way to avoid the thrown debris, and secretly scolded the former owner of his body hundreds of times in his stomach.

"What kind of bastard is this? It's really rare to be well-known in the county, and everyone shouts and beats you! Even if I get off this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to gain a foothold here in the future."

After passing through the busy city, I finally arrived at the Situ Mansion located in Dongze Lane in the east of the city.The magistrate of Situ got off the sedan chair in front of the door, and ordered two officials to guard the gate, strictly prohibiting the entry and exit of idlers, and then brought Situ Wen, Song Wuya, Baobukuai, Wu Zuo and others into the mansion for inspection.

Song Wuya didn't go straight to the room where the murder happened, but first glanced around at the layout and layout.

The Situ family's house is not big, but the layout is very neat. Two rows of houses separate the entire compound into a front yard and a back yard.A promenade connects the front and back yards along the central axis of the yard, making the layout of the house similar to the Chinese character "工".The east and west wing rooms in the front yard are the left and right halves of the upper horizontal line of the word "工".

When the murder happened, Situ Wen was located in the nave in the middle of the East and West Wings, and it was also the intersection of the top horizontal line and the middle vertical line of the word "工", in the east row of corpses with the two deceased. The innermost room in the wing room is only about twenty steps apart.

Situ Wen called Uncle Liang, the old housekeeper of the family. Uncle Liang is over 50 years old. He has been serving Situ Jian as a book boy since he was a child. He has been serving Situ Jian for decades. He is very loyal to Situ's family.Uncle Liang took the key and opened the door of the innermost room in the east wing of the front yard. This is the scene of the murder. Before the murder happened, it was the room of Xiaozhen, the servant girl in the mansion.