Sheng Fang took out a money bag from his pocket and handed it to Magistrate Shan.

"This was found on him. Check to see if it's your wallet."

Magistrate Shan immediately recognized it as his own money bag.

He hurriedly bowed to Sheng Fang and said, "It's my money bag. Thank you so much, Magistrate Sheng."

Magistrate Shan was about to put the money bag away when he saw a trace of blood on it.

He looked up at Sheng Fang in confusion: "Magistrate Sheng, why is there blood on this?"

Only then did Sheng Fang notice that after he found the money bag from Zhao Liu yesterday, he casually put it into his pocket.

When he followed Chu Junxing and the others to Zhongzhou Mansion, he had already forgotten this matter.

This blood stain was stained by his killing of the soldiers in Zhongzhou Mansion.

Sheng Fang glanced at Chu Junxing and wondered whether he should tell him about the assassination of Zhongzhou Prefecture Yin last night.

Chu Junxing shook his head gently, signaling him not to say it.

Sheng Fang immediately made up an excuse: "This blood is the blood that just spurted out of Zhao Liu's mouth, and it directly touched the money bag."

Magistrate Shan glanced at Zhao Liu who was lying on the ground. There was still blood on his mouth.

He glanced at Sheng Fang's chest again, and there was indeed blood on it.

Magistrate Shan didn't think much about it. He put the money bag into his pocket with a look of disgust.

How unlucky!

When he goes back, he must throw away this money bag and replace it with a new money bag.

Sheng Fang saw Magistrate Shan put the money bag directly into his pocket without taking a closer look to see if there was any money missing.

He kindly reminded: "Prefect Shan, don't you even look to see if there is any missing silver in it?"

"Don't look at it, don't look at it. It's all stained with blood. I have to go back home as soon as possible to change the money bag."

Magistrate Shan waved his hand as he spoke. After glaring at Zhao Liu with great disgust, he said goodbye and left.

Magistrate Shan only went back to change the money bag, without any doubt as to whose blood stains it belonged to.

Zhao Liu felt a little confused. He had indeed vomited blood just now.

But he just vomited blood, not spurted blood.

The blood he spit out was not contaminated at all on Sheng Fang's body.

Besides, when he stole the purse yesterday, he didn't see any blood on it.

Why should Sheng Fang put all the responsibility on him?

Zhao Liu was dissatisfied with this desire to impose a crime.

But as a prisoner now, he was not qualified to raise his own questions.

At this moment, another government servant walked in.

He said to Sheng Fang: "Sir, someone is beating drums outside the house to complain."

The matter of Sheng Fang meeting Zhao Liu has come to an end.

As the county magistrate, he should also try other cases.

This is left to Chu Junxing and Jian Anan.

Sheng Fang said to the two of them: "I will go to review the case first, and you can deal with him."

"Brother Shanda has to go do some business, leave this place to us." Jian Anan replied with a smile.

Sheng Fang left the cell and went to try the people's cases.

Zhao Liu saw Sheng Fang leaving, and the other people left behind were not officials.

There was also a trace of resentment in his heart.

This kick hit him hard, and he got up from the ground, covering his chest and coughing heavily.

"The money bag has been returned to the prefect, what else do you want to do?"

As Zhao Liu spoke, he felt blood welling up in his throat again.

The smell of blood in his mouth and the sharp pain in his chest made him weak even when he spoke.

Jian Anan had just noticed a trace of doubt flashing in Zhao Liu's eyes when he looked at Sheng Fang.

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