Daming King of Punishment

The middle-aged man said indignantly and puzzled: "It's public punishment for him to be tortured, and it's a personal grudge for me to beat him up. One horse is one horse, and if he doesn't punish him severely, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart!"

The jailer agreed with a smile.The middle-aged man went away cursing.

Song Wuya wiped away the thick phlegm on his forehead with his sleeve, and couldn't help but secretly smiled wryly: "Who am I? That person is at least forty years old. If his wife is the original wife, I'm afraid she's not too young. Even flirting with a woman of this age? It's really meaty and vegetarian!"

As soon as the person who came to take revenge left, someone came to visit again.This person was about the same age as Song Wuya, with a jug of wine in his hand, and a smile on his face, he didn't seem to be here for revenge this time.

"Brother Song, you have suffered. My younger brother came to visit you and brought you a jug of fine wine, so you can satisfy your hunger." The man was about to pass the jug of wine to Song Wuya through the gap between the wooden fence, but He was stopped by the jailer.Except for the prisoner's close relatives, visitors to the prison are not allowed to bring food to the prisoner, which is a rule.

The man understood, lifted the lid of the altar in front of the jailer and took a sip first, then gave the jailer a small piece of silver, and the jailer ignored him and walked away on his own.

The two sat cross-legged across the wooden fence of the cell, one in and one away.Song Wuya took the wine jar from the man, took a sip of the wine, moistened his dry throat, and said: "My friend, I was cut down from the execution ground just now, and my mind is a little unclear, I can't remember matter, may I ask you are..."

The man was stunned, and said: "You really don't remember? I'm your good buddy Su Dalong! I just know that brother, you were shocked just now, so why don't I bring wine to scare you?"

Song Wuya's heart was filled with gratitude, and tears flowed down his face. It turned out that he still had a friend here in Daming.Su Dalong lowered his voice and said: "Brother Song, if you are willing to pay some money, brother, I have a way to save your life."

Song Wuya grabbed a life-saving straw, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes! One thousand one hundred yes! It's just that I'm in a prison cell, where can I get any money?"

Su Dalong approached and said in a low voice: "Brother Song, three months ago, when you didn't do anything wrong, the two of us worked together to extort a Tang Sancai portrait from Yuanwai Liu's house in Ximen. That thing is very valuable. This Tang Sancai is owned by you." It’s in charge, you said you want to hide it first, and wait until you find a good buyer before you sell it. Now my brother wants to ask you, where did you hide this Tang Sancai portrait? This treasure can be exchanged for 500 taels of silver at least, I use it The money will be managed up and down for you, and it can buy your life."

Partner blackmail?This bastard is really promising, Song Wuya smiled wryly and shook his head, "Brother Su, I really don't remember where I hid it. If you can use the money for me first, as long as you save my life, when I come out, you will surely I will repay you twice!"

Hearing this, Su Dalong immediately changed his face, snatched the wine jar from Song Wuya's hand, and said coldly: "Is there something wrong with your brain? You are about to die, so you don't want to let my buddy take advantage of it? Do you want to take your precious silver into the coffin? You don’t want to drink this wine, it’s just a waste of the Lord’s things!”

After finishing speaking, Su Dalong walked away cursing with the wine jar in his arms.

Song Wuya was dumbfounded, unable to laugh or cry.Why is this "good buddy" of himself so virtuous?This is not trying to save his own life, but clearly wanting this opportunity to make a fortune.Thinking about it, I was sentenced to be beheaded because I was suspected of killing my father-in-law, who was the elder brother of the county magistrate.Such a big case, and the county magistrate insists on it, can it be turned over with a mere 500 taels of silver?That was too childish.I just went to the doctor in an emergency and almost trusted him.

Alas, who are these people I have made friends with?What are you doing?Song Wuya sighed, lying down on the haystack with his head in his arms and a sad face.

Reminiscent of the two "visiting" experiences, Song Wuya has now confirmed that he is a master who hates everyone, hates ghosts, and dogs grind their teeth when seeing them.If such a scumbag can solve the murder case and survive, he will be truly blinded by heaven.

The only thing scarier than dying is waiting to die.

Sitting still and waiting for death is never the answer, otherwise, how about escaping from prison?

Chapter 3 The Mystery of the Double Corpse

?Chapter 3 The Mystery of the Double Corpse

As soon as this idea came up, Song Wuya immediately extinguished it.

He looked down at his handcuffs and anklets, and knew that the idea of ​​escaping from prison was very unreliable.Regardless of other things, even if he managed to escape from the prison by chance, he would immediately fall into the vast ocean of the Ming people.There are more than hundreds of people in this county who have seen what he looks like. I am afraid that he was arrested, beaten to death by the people of Daming before he was arrested and brought to justice.

As an unfamiliar and notorious murderer, a reckless escape from prison is the most stupid thing.

Song Wuya was thinking about how to get out of trouble and survive in his mind, but he couldn't think of a good way for a while, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream, dreaming that he traveled to the Song Dynasty again, possessing the body of a man selling pancakes in Yanggu County, Shandong. He had a house, a property, and a beautiful wife, which seemed pretty good.He was secretly rejoicing, but found that he was lying on the bed [can't move, his beautiful wife was sitting by the bed with a bowl of black soup, and said softly: "Da Lang, good boy, drink this quickly." A bowl of medicine..."

Song Wuya yelled, woke up with a start, turned over and sat up suddenly, and suddenly realized that there was a porcelain bowl passed in front of him through the wooden grid of the prison cell, but the bowl was not filled with soup and medicine, but with brewing wine Fragrant wine.

A young man wearing a tattered Confucian scarf and an old blue robe stood outside the wooden fence, holding the wine jar in one hand and the wine bowl in the other, and said to Song Wuya, "Brother Song, are you alright?" ?”

Song Wuya was disheartened at this time, and he no longer believed that anyone would sincerely visit him, so he said flatly: "Who are you? What are your plans? I don't know you, and I won't do you any good if I drink your wine. You go away stop!"

The man said sincerely: "Brother Song, it's not surprising that you don't remember me, because we have never had much contact with each other. My surname is Bai, and my name is Bai Zhuo. Tan'er, writing inscriptions and writing letters for others to make ends meet. Half a year ago, a group of hooligans came to provoke me. It was Brother Song who saw it when he came out of the tavern. The ingots of silver let me take them home to serve my mother. Brother Song, do you remember?"

Song Wuya smiled wryly, and thought that this guy was probably drunk too much, and it was rare for him to do such a good thing that can be regarded as a brave act. He pretended to lower his head and thought for a while, and said: "Remember, it seems that there is someone Such a thing. You came to visit me just for this matter? You don’t have to be so polite, do you?”

Bai Zhuo said with a dignified expression: "The kindness of a drop of water is repaid by the spring. Brother Song has always remembered the kindness of my servant, but I have been unable to repay it. I have wanted to visit you a long time ago, but my family is poor and cannot afford the money to take care of the jailers." , have been unable to enter the prison door. Today I heard that Brother Song, you went to the execution ground to accompany you to be beheaded. I think there are not many days left. If you don’t come again, there will be no chance in the future. I have no ability to save you, little brother. I had no choice but to pawn off some family wealth, and after bribing the jailer, there is only money left to buy a jug of wine, which can be regarded as a token of affection, I hope Brother Song will not dislike it."

Song Wuya tilted his head and squinted his eyes to look at him up and down. With his old clothes, thin face, and tight lips, the person in front of him was a honest and honest Confucian who crawled out of an ancient book, without any falsehood.

Bai Zhuo passed the wine bowl in his hand to him. "Brother Song, please drink a bowl of wine."

Song Wuya saw that Bai Zhuo was speaking sincerely, and seeing that he really didn't look like a rich man, and it was not easy to spend a lot of money to enter the prison, so he took a big gulp from the wine bowl, and was about to say a few words " You are my friend, I am committed to you" and other passionate words, but I couldn't hold back the wine and choked and coughed. This is also called wine. It is clearly expired vinegar, okay? It has a strong sour smell. Son!

Bai Zhuo looked embarrassed, and said embarrassingly: "Brother Song, forgive me, but I really can't afford good wine."

"No, no, this wine is very good, it tastes sour and sweet." Song Wuya hurriedly made a nonsense, held back his discomfort and took a big gulp.

A gratified smile appeared on Bai Zhuo's face, he hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Brother Song, did you really kill your father-in-law?"

Song Wuya held the wine bowl, stared straight at him, and asked, "What do you think?"

Bai Zhuo shook his head and said, "I don't think so." After a pause, he said, "Honestly speaking, brother Song, you have often behaved disorderly and have a bad reputation in the village, but you haven't done any serious crimes, and you haven't done anything wrong. It's like a person who is evil and not handsome. If you say that you cause trouble, I believe it; if you say that you are cold-blooded and vicious, and kill elders, I don't believe it."

Hearing this, Song Wuya threw down the wine bowl, held Bai Zhuo's hands tightly through the wooden fence, and said loudly: "Brother Bai, you are so good! As long as there is one person in this world who believes that I am not a murderer If you think I don’t deserve to die, my life can still be saved! If the whole world thinks that I’m guilty, I deserve to die, even the immortals will not be able to save me. As long as there is one person who thinks that I don’t deserve to die, I have the confidence to reverse the case and get out of trouble. You come So timely!"

Bai Zhuo's eyes were red with what he said, he slapped his chest excitedly, panting heavily: "Brother Song, just tell me what you want me to do, I will risk my life to help you!"

Song Wuya thought to himself, the scholar is naive, and my fucking acting skills are too good, but don't scare him.

"Brother Bai, don't be nervous. I just want to ask you about something. You may have heard that my brother was struck by lightning on the execution ground and survived. People live more vigorously, but their memory is lost all of a sudden. So I want to ask you, so as to help me recover my memory. Brother Bai, please be sure to say something.”

"Brother Song, don't worry, just ask if you have anything to say." Bai Zhuo didn't have any doubts, and readily agreed.

So Song Wuya asked about the murder case he was involved in, and inquired about Song Wuya's background in detail.

Bai Zhuo was really upright, talking about Song Wuya's past, he really said nothing, and Song Wuya heard ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping in his heart, this time travel is really cheating.

It turned out that Song Wuya was also a son of an official. Song's father had once served as a magistrate, he was honest and fair, and had a good reputation in the local area.He also once obtained a reputation as a scholar, but he didn't learn well later on. He hang out with a group of cronies and friends all day long, sleeping in flowers and sleeping in willows, fighting cocks and running dogs, causing trouble and disturbing the people. He is a full-fledged prodigal son. He was completely defeated, and Song's father died of illness due to anger.Therefore, Song Wuya's local reputation is not very good.

These are not too much of a surprise, what makes Song Wuya even more surprised is that the era he came to is the "Yue Dynasty" that has never been seen in history. According to the historical era, it is considered to be after the Yuan Dynasty, and the emperor's family name is Zhang.Song Wuya really wanted to ask whether the founding emperor was Zhang Shicheng who fought against Zhu Yuanzhang at another time, but he refrained from asking.My life is counting down to the clock, but I don't have the time to gossip.

Bai Zhuo also said something about the Song family.Song's father was close friends with Situ Jian, a well-known local gentry, and the two also concluded a marriage agreement for their children very early.Situ Jian betrothed his only daughter Situ Wen to Song Wuya.After the Song family fell, Situ Jian not only did not dislike regretting the marriage, but instead often took care of and helped Song Wuya, and repeatedly taught and persuaded him to improve himself. Speaking of which, Situ Jian is Song Wuya's quasi-father-in-law.It was also for this reason that Song Wuya was suspected of killing Situ Jian this time, and was even more hated and despised by the people of the county, who regarded Song Wuya as a traitor and a wolf-hearted man.

After listening to Bai Zhuo's narration of his life and background, Song Wuya had some understanding in his mind, and felt that according to common sense, this Situ Jian should not have been killed by "himself".After all, this guy is also a well-educated scholar. No matter how stupid he is, he is different from a reckless man who acts without considering the consequences. He shouldn't have no brains and kill a prospective father-in-law who treats him like a son , there is no half benefit, only a lunatic would do this kind of thing.

However, most lunatics will not cry out for injustice, they will only shout crazy things like "I am the Jade Emperor, and I have a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals under my command".

Song Wuya said: "Brother Bai, tell me about the specific situation on the day my father-in-law was killed, as much as you know."

Bai Zhuo thought about it for a while, and said: "This case was personally investigated by Master Situ of this county. He is your father-in-law's brother, so to speak, he can be regarded as your uncle's generation. My status is humble, and I have no ability to find out the details. I only heard rumors in the market that on the night when your father-in-law celebrated his [-]th birthday, you stayed in the mansion of the Situ family. That night, your wife Situ Wen, who had never been in the house, found you passed out in the room of a servant girl in the mansion, Xiaozhen. , Master Situ and Xiaozhen were lying beside you on the spot. After the autopsy, Wu said that both of them were crushed to death by the inkstone placed on the table."

It turned out that not only Yue Zhang's blood was stained on his hands, but also another life-blood debt. Song Wuya took a breath and asked, "Didn't I plead not guilty at the beginning? Then what about my initial confession?" of? If you know, please paraphrase."

Bai Zhuo said: "This case is full of uproar. There are rumors that you did not plead guilty at first, but only claimed that you had an affair with the maidservant Xiaozhen. You went to her room to have a private meeting with her at night. After knocking on the door, you groped in the dark for an When you entered the room, you were hit on the head and knocked unconscious. Later, when your fiancée found you, you were indeed unconscious in the room. "

Song Wuya smiled wryly. He knew that even if he didn't do the killing, he would definitely not run away if he messed with the maidservant. How could a bastard who would even flirt with a half-aged lady let go of a young man? Maid?He secretly cursed this guy in his stomach for being a horny, insatiable bastard, and in the end, he got into trouble and caused himself to be victimized.

Song Wuya said: "So, when the crime happened, I did pass out next to the two corpses. How could the government determine that I was the murderer? It can't be said that after I killed someone, I knocked myself unconscious on the ground. The scene of the murder?"

What Song Wuya said was a joke, but Bai Zhuo replied seriously: "That's right! That's what the government said. It said that after you killed someone, you knocked yourself unconscious."

What?After the murder, he knocked himself unconscious?