Chapter 160
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On the street outside the magistrate, there was an exclusive carriage waiting for him. Huey got on the carriage, put away his umbrella and said to the driver: "Go home tonight. The rain is too heavy. Drive slowly."
"Yes." The driver whispered.
The carriage slowly moved along the street in the heavy rain.
Huey sat on the comfortable cotton cushion in the carriage and gently rubbed his eyebrows. Recently, he had a lot of things to do, which made him a little tired. He sighed deeply and picked up the silver teapot on the table. He poured himself a cup of strong tea, but he saw that there was no heat coming out of the cup. He reached out and touched the teacup. The temperature was still cold. He couldn't help but feel annoyed. He said to the driver: "In the future, prepare hot water before I get off work."
"Yes!" The driver whispered.
Huey sighed and leaned back on the cushion. He closed his eyes and quietly rested.
The heavy rain pattered down from outside the carriage. The streets of the commercial district were extremely smooth. There were few bumps and shakes along the way.
After a long time, the carriage slowly stopped.
Huey slowly opened his eyes. He thought that it was windy outside. He tightened his collar, opened the door, picked up the umbrella and got out of the carriage.
"Huh?" Huey looked at the street in front of him. He was stunned. Although the heavy rain blurred his vision, he could still see that it was a strange street.
He didn't wait for him to turn his head. He suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head. He suddenly fainted. The umbrella fell down. The heavy rain quickly drenched his body. He was submerged in the water on the road.
A figure grabbed his arm and dragged him into an ordinary house on the side of the road. Then the figure came out and picked up the umbrella on the ground. The carriage was tied to the pillar next to it. Then the figure went back into the house and gently closed the door. Puff!
A basin of cold water was poured on Huey's head. He woke up. His neatly combed hair scattered on his face. He hurriedly looked around. He suddenly saw a dim oil lamp hanging in front of him. It was somewhat dazzling. Under the lamp, there was a thin figure. As his vision gradually adapted, he also saw the other person's face. It was a teenager. With his many years of experience, he instantly judged that the other person's age was no more than 18 years old.
"Who are you?" Huey struggled a little and saw that his hands were tied to a pillar. He did not panic, but quickly asked with a cold face.
Dean squatted down and looked at him: "Take a guess."
Huey coldly snorted and said: "Is it a family member or friend of one of the criminals I tried?"
Dean smiled, "It seems that Deacon Huo is still a little self-aware. You know that you have offended a lot of people. I will remind you a little bit. Three years ago, you tried a huge theft case. Do you remember?"
"A huge theft case?" Huey slightly frowned, thought for a moment and said: "There is such a thing, are you the accomplice of the theft?"
"No, I'm a party to that case."
Huey was stunned.
"I want to know what means the Burong family used to make you, a dignified deacon of the magistrate, to work for them." Dean smiled: "Is it money, power, or something else?"
Huey deeply looked at him. After a moment, he said: "If I remember correctly, the crime you committed has been sentenced to death with a reprieve. The time limit is five years. If you are here, then you either have a big background or have escaped from prison?"
"You just need to answer my question." Dean whispered as he pinched Huey's hair.
Huey sneered: "Do you think that I will bow to a criminal? You are underestimating the deacon of the magistrate. I advise you to surrender and obediently go back to prison. At least you can live for a year and a half."
"Won't bow?" Dean smiled. He pinched Huey's hair and pulled down his fingers. Huey's head was suddenly lowered. He grimaced in pain: "Hey, why did you lower your head?"
Huey angrily raised his head. However, Dean pulled his hair and lowered his head.
"Your arrogance and persistence can't withstand a little pain." Dudian smiled.
Huey's body trembled in anger. He gritted his teeth: "It's useless to torture me. Even if you kill me, your crime can't be changed. Moreover, if you kill me, you will be exposed. The death of a deacon will alarm the entire magistrate. They will send people to hunt you down! "
"It's really touching." Dean sighed: "I hope that everyone can be like you and think about the enemy when they are about to die. Such a mind is really touching. Unfortunately, I'm not looking for you to help me change my criminal record. I just want to know who was involved in this case."
Huey struggled twice, but his head was tightly pulled down by Dudian's hair. He slightly gritted his teeth: "It's been a long time. I have to go back to the magistrate to check it out."
Dudian smiled: "I'll help you remember. Your wife and daughter are very beautiful. What do you think will happen if you send them to the brothel in the slums?"
Huey's body trembled: "Bastard! If you dare to touch their fingers, I won't let you go!"
"If there is a ghost then deacon Huey wouldn't be able to live until today." Dudian softly said: "My patience is limited. The rain will stop soon. I hope that we can cooperate happily. You will answer my questions. After all, it will take a lot of effort to transport your wife and daughter to the slums. Don't make it difficult for me, okay?"
Huey twisted his neck and stared at Dudian. Eventually, he slowly lowered his head: "If you want revenge then you should go to the Burong family and the Milan family. They are the ones who conspired."
Dudian smiled: "I naturally know that. But the decisive factor is your prestige as a deacon of the magistrate. Your accumulated prestige makes your words have a high credibility. Even if you are wrong, people will look at your prestige and believe you. They won't believe a trivial suspect."
Huey was stunned for a moment and then fell silent.
"In addition to these two families, is there anyone else?" Dudian asked.
Huey slightly shook his head: "No." He paused for a moment and looked at Dudian: "Aren't you a primary hunter? If you let me go, I have a way to send you out of the giant wall."
Dudian slowly shook his head and turned to the side of the room. Huey noticed that there was a bouquet of roses on the table. He saw Dudian pick up two sharp nails from the lace. They were stained with blood.
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