"Bang!"
County Magistrate Zhu angrily slammed the gavel again and shouted, "You said you saw the shadow jump over the wall and leave, but why didn't the constables find any footprints or footprints in the garden under the wall?"
Zhang Yangshi was stunned, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes rolled around, "This, this …"
Zhang Xian immediately said, "Milord, how did mother know how the thief sneaked into the house? Even if the constables couldn't find anything, you can't force the crime on us. "
What mother and son? Don't insult these two words, you are godmother (?)! Xu Qi'an couldn't listen to it anymore.
County Magistrate Zhu was furious, "You have a glib tongue. Come, torture him."
The interrogation process nowadays was mostly like this: interrogation, torture. In the absence of evidence, this was the only way.
Therefore, confessions were often made under torture.
But there was no other way, it was very difficult to obtain evidence, and there was a lack of equipment and professional skills. Therefore, torture became an indispensable procedure.
There were pros and cons.
Zhang Xian loudly said, "Milord, you want to confess under torture? My uncle is a Minister in the Ministry of Rites, don't you want to impeach him? "
The so-called uncle was actually a distant relative who had left the Wu Fu. However, although they were not related by blood, their relationship was very close, because the Zhang family often transferred benefits to that distant relative.
County Magistrate Zhu's eyebrows jumped, he knew that the Zhang family had a bit of a background.
"You dare to threaten me, come, 20 strokes."
Four constables came forward, two crossed the rod on Zhang Xian's neck, and the other two pulled off Zhang Xian's pants. The constables began to use force, and the sound of slapping echoed in the court.
Zhang Xian screamed.
County Magistrate Zhu's face darkened, 20 strokes were not enough to make a person confess to murder, 50 strokes were possible. But it was also possible to beat someone to death.
Moreover, even if Zhang Xian confessed and the case was handed over to the Ministry of Justice, Zhang Xian could still reverse the verdict. Don't forget, he had a relative in the case.
At that time, he might be accused of confessing under torture.
While Zhang Xian was being beaten on the ground, Xu Qi'an waved to the servant beside County Magistrate Zhu.
After hesitating for a moment, he silently took a few steps back and then jogged over.
"Help me pass on a message. Ask Master to temporarily adjourn the court. I have an idea," Xu Qi 'an said in a low voice.
"What ideas can you have? Don't talk nonsense and drag me down." Following Ding said with a look of disbelief.
"Even if we can't get any results from the interrogation, Master is now in a difficult position. He will agree and treat you to a drink later," Xu Qi 'an said.
"Alright …"
Following Ding quickly walked up to County Magistrate Zhu and whispered a few words in his ear. County Magistrate Zhu immediately turned his head to look in Xu Qi'an's direction.
He muttered to himself for a moment, then retracted his gaze and slapped the gavel. "Put these two in jail first. Adjourn."
…
In the inner hall.
County Magistrate Zhu took a sip of the hot tea served by a maid.
Xu Qi'an, who had been in the system for a few years and knew little about the rules of officialdom, immediately took a sip of tea.
"Xu Ningyan, what's your idea?"
Xu Qi'an was surprised by County Magistrate Zhu's attitude. It was surprisingly gentle, and he didn't put on any airs of authority.
In his impression, County Magistrate Zhu wouldn't be so polite to the low-ranking officials in the county. Could it be that his face became better after he transmigrated?
"I can give it a try."
"No torture?"
"Of course."
County Magistrate Zhu grew even more curious. He put down his teacup and looked at Zhang Xuan. "Tell me about it."
You don't even understand game theory, so what's the point of talking about it … Xu Qi'an smiled. "Allow me to keep you in suspense. Lord, you just have to wait for my good news."
In the quiet forbidden room, Yang Zhenzhen was brought here. Her watery eyes flickered, and she couldn't sit still.
She thought that the low-ranking officials would make things difficult for her. Who would want to bring her here and then leave? But this didn't dispel her unease.
"Creak …"
The wooden door was pushed open, and a young man dressed in the uniform of a constable walked in. He was tall and straight, and his facial features could be considered handsome.
"Don't be nervous, we're just having a casual chat." The young man even poured tea for her. With a smile on his face, he said, "You can call me Officer Xu."
Xu She?
Yang Zhenzhen, who had never received such excellent treatment, didn't speak, but stared at him vigilantly.
Xu Qi'an was also looking at this beautiful woman. She was indeed a woman favored by a rich man. She was born beautiful, but her appearance was not as good as his aunt at home.
Her age was also very good. In his previous life, a woman in her thirties was at the most plump and juicy age.
"Looking at you wearing gold and silver, Zhang Yourui is very good to you." Xu Qi'an started the topic.
Yang Zhenzhen didn't comment.
"In fact, I think, at your age, it's mostly Zhang Yourui's problem that you can't get pregnant after so many years." Xu Qi'an said.
Yang Zhenzhen originally thought that it would be an interrogation, but she didn't expect that the young man's attitude and tone were surprisingly gentle.
He was different from the image of an official in her impression.
Moreover, when it came to not getting pregnant, most people would blame the woman. Xu Qi'an's words were very pleasant to hear. She slowly let down her guard and said with a whimper,
"It's all my fault. My belly is not good enough. It took me so many years to get pregnant, but the master had to meet with misfortune at this time. "
As she said that, her eyes turned red again.
"The dead can't be resurrected," Xu Qi'an comforted her, then asked, "Does Zhang Yourui usually go to the brothel?"
"Of course I go there often." She said, "From ancient times until now, which great masters and high-ranking officials did not go to the brothel?"
Damn, you should be careful with your words … You're in your fifties, often go to the brothel, and your treasury is empty … I can almost confirm that the child in your belly is the child of Old Wang next door … Girls who like to go to nightclubs are not bad at pregnancy. It's the same for young married women who are alone in their rooms.
"I suddenly understand you very much." Xu Qi'an clicked his tongue, "Women are like wolves in their thirties, tigers in their forties, and sit on the ground and suck the dust from their fifties. Zhang Yourui is over fifty years old, and he has neglected you by loitering in the brothel. It's reasonable for him to have an affair.
"But it's wrong to kill someone."
Yang Zhenzhen's expression changed slightly, "I don't know what the official is talking about."
Xu Qi'an smiled, "I've seen the file. That Zhang Xian is seven years younger than you."
Yang Zhenzhen's face was stiff, "What do you mean by that?"
Xu Qi'an sneered, "You're like an eagle trying to eat a chicken."
"I don't understand." Yang Zhenzhen really didn't understand this time.
"Then tell me something you know." Xu Qi'an said in a low voice, "Zhang Yangshi, you were alone in your room and couldn't bear the loneliness. So, you seduced your stepson and did something shameless and immoral.
"On the night of the incident, you took advantage of the fact that Zhang Yourui went to the countryside to collect rent and had an affair with your stepson. Who knew that Zhang Yourui would come back early and saw the two of you having an affair. The father and son fought, and you used a vase to smash Zhang Yourui to death.
"In order to cover up the crime, you dragged Zhang Yourui's body to the courtyard and pretended to be a thief who stole and killed him. Zhang Xian deliberately left footprints on the wall to prove your story. "
Yang Zhenzhen's face was pale, and she stared at Xu Qi'an in disbelief.
"I didn't, I'm innocent." Yang Zhenzhen said loudly, her hands clenched into fists, and her palms were sweaty.
She panicked … Xu Qi'an, who had spent a lot of time in the field of interrogation, put away his gentleness, and his face was expressionless, showing a sense of indifference.
"Don't you wonder why I know so clearly? Because Zhang Xian has confessed. "
"That's impossible …" Such emotions flashed through Yang Zhenzhen's eyes, and her face became paler. She forced herself to be calm, and still refused to admit, "I'm innocent."
"Do you think that your adulterer won't confess?" Xu Qi'an was expressionless.
There was no threat in his words, but it made the beautiful woman feel more and more scared.
"Because you thought that you handled it flawlessly, but in fact, there are many flaws.
"Zhang Xian only left footprints on the wall, but not when he entered the house. If the thief had a good body movement skill, he would have stimulated his potential when he escaped, and he wouldn't have left footprints at all. This was the first reason.
"Second, Zhang Yourui died from a blunt weapon, not a sharp one. According to the laws of Daibun, anyone who enters the house at night without reason will be flogged eighty times. The master of the house will immediately kill the intruder. "Xu Qi'an knocked on the table.
"Let me ask you, which thief wouldn't bring a weapon when they enter the house to steal? But Zhang Yourui died from a blunt weapon. "
Yang Zhenzhen's expression was blank.
"I'm not done yet …" Xu Qi'an sneered. After destroying Yang Zhenzhen's psychological defense, the next step was the killing move.
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