Go back to ancient times to explore the case

Yan Qingchuan's fingertips were slightly cold, and Xie Yu'an felt the tears from the corners of his eyes being wiped away by her little by little.

"I'm fine, I'm just..." What is it? Naturally, I love you in the past, and love everything that you shouldn't have to bear.

Xie Yu'an sniffed, took out the jade tablet engraved with the word "Wen Ruo" from his arms, and handed it to Yan Qingchuan, "Master Yan, you take this thing."

Yan Qingchuan looked at the sign placed An Ran in Xie Yu'an's white palm, her eyelashes trembled, but she didn't answer it.

The two were silent for a long time before Yan Qingchuan asked softly, "What is this?"

Xie Yu'an moved forward again, "Hold it first, and you will know later."

According to Yan Qingchuan's temperament in the past, she would never accept this thing, but now seeing the faint tears on Xie Yu'an's face and the clear and sincere gaze when she looked at herself, she found that she couldn't say no to it.

After a while, she stretched out her hand and took the jade plaque engraved with her name from Xie Yu'an's palm. The jade plaque was cold, with the edges and corners slightly touching her palm, but she felt that the plaque seemed to be generating heat, and a trace of warmth spread from the palm to the bottom of her heart. .

"Good night, Lord Yan."

Looking at Xie Yu'an's clear eyes, Yan Qingchuan couldn't help it for a moment, so he also said something by accident.

"Good night, thank you Yu'an."

......

The next day, Xie Yu'an was thinking hard about how to keep Yan Qingchuan under the emperor's hands, and Zhou Miao sent good news, saying that it was related to the case of nursery rhymes with blood characters. The servant's information.

This servant of the Ministry of Punishment was none other than Mr. Zheng, the one who made a fuss about Yan Qingchuan at the welcome banquet when Gongsun Zan returned to Beijing.

Xie Yu'an sneered: "It's my fault." She flipped through the files and asked, "What's different about him."

Zhou Miao said solemnly: "When we investigated him, we found that not long ago he signed a pardon for the release of two death row prisoners, and these two death row prisoners were the two leaders of the cottage that the Kaiyang county magistrate dismissed. We immediately followed the clues to investigate, and found that the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites released the two death row prisoners precisely because he received money from the Kaiyang county magistrate. As for why the Kaiyang county magistrate released these two, we have no idea. And I know, thinking about it, it should be more or less related to the nursery rhyme case in blood."

Xie Yu'an looked solemnly, flipped through the documents carefully, and told her intuitively that these two people were probably the remaining two who killed the murderer's mother, and they were also the remaining targets of the murderer. She quickly asked: "These two people Where are you now?"

"I was just released yesterday, but I was arrested by the Beijing government this morning for picking quarrels and provoking trouble."

The yamen in the capital is in charge of civil disputes, and the guards are no better than Qing Tiansi. If the murderer also finds these two people, the yamen can't stop him at all!

Xie Yu'an immediately flew back to Qingtian Division, while Yan Qingchuan was listening to his subordinates report Xu Jin's investigation results in Kaiyang County. The letter said that they found his notes during his lifetime in another residence of the Kaiyang County Magistrate. It was regretting a mistake many years ago, and then said that he could no longer turn back, so he could only make mistakes step by step.

Xie Yu'an became more and more convinced that the two men in the prison of the Beijing Yamen are the two remaining targets of the murderer. She briefly talked to Yan Qingchuan, and the two rushed to the Beijing Yamen with a team of arresters.

It was getting dark, and the gate of the Beijing Yamen had already been locked tightly. No matter how they patted on the gate, there was no response from inside.

Xie Yu'an's bad premonition grew, and she quickly ordered: "Climb over the wall and enter, hurry up."

Soon, everyone turned over and entered, Xie Yu'an also entered the Beijing Yamen with the help of Yan Qingchuan, and saw a crowd of fainted people, all of whom were the arresting guards in the Yamen.

There was still a light white mist floating in the air, Xie Yu'an could smell it, it was the mist that the person who killed Gu Qifeng used in the past.

They looked at the unguarded dungeon door and rushed in immediately.In the dungeon, the jailers also fell to the ground in twos and threes, several of them had their throats cut, and bright red thick blood dripped all over the floor.

In the weird dungeon, there was only the sound of a group of them stepping on the blood stains, and the further they walked in, they could hear the sound of panting and struggling similar to suffocation.

When they walked to the innermost cell, they saw three men inside the locked iron cell door.

There is a fixed beam on the top of the cell, and two iron chains are tied at both ends, and the other ends of the two iron chains are locked on the necks of two men, and the two men are suspended in the air. If the balance is kept in a certain balance, neither of them will be suffocated by strangling their necks.

But obviously, they wanted to strangle each other as soon as possible so that they could survive.

And the culprit who made such a device that allowed the two to kill each other was sitting between them, with a vague smile in the corner of his mouth, watching all this playfully.

As Xie Yuan Yan Qingchuan reasoned, the murderer was a young man in his twenties, and he committed so many crimes just for revenge.

Xie Yu'an slammed on the iron railing, the cell door trembled, and there was a piercing voice, "Stop! You killed such an innocent person for revenge, what's the difference between you and the person who killed your mother!"

The man was playing with a knife in his hand, his eyes were stern, "So what? How many more lives will be buried with my mother?"

"you--!"

Yan Qingchuan was hacking hard at the tightly wrapped iron chains on the prison door, and the sound of "boom, boom, boom" echoed throughout the dungeon.

In the cell, the faces of the two men turned red, veins appeared on their necks and foreheads, their lips were already black and purple, and they were all at the end of their battles.

The murderer seemed to have tortured them enough and was not going to play any more, so he got up and walked to one of the men with a knife, intending to finish him off.

In order to delay time, Xie Yu'an immediately shouted: "15 years ago, what happened to the mountain temple 15 years ago?!"

The murderer was startled, then walked back to the chair and sat down, squinting his eyes slightly as if remembering.

"15 years ago... 15 years ago, let me think..." He leaned back in his chair, his empty eyes regained focus.

"15 years ago, there was a severe drought in my hometown. My mother took me to the capital to seek refuge with my relatives and friends. Although the journey was very hard and tiring, my mother said that it would be fine when we arrived in Kyoto. She promised me that when we arrived in the capital, she would give me Buy big chicken legs to eat, as well as candied haws, and I will be sent to a private school to study in the future, and when I get a good name in the future, I will return to my hometown and bless the villagers."

After the man finished speaking, he suddenly smiled softly, "My father died early, and my mother took care of me since I was a child. She propped up my heaven and earth, until that day, my heaven and earth collapsed... .” He paused, lowered his head, and was speechless for a long time.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head, his face was dark, and he stabbed the knife directly into the thigh of the man hanging on the right side. He pierced the blood vessel, and the blood spurted out and splashed directly on his face. He smiled and stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it. Then she sat down again and said: "That day my mother took me on a journey, never thought that two bandits would jump out halfway, my mother gave them all the money on her body, but they still didn't give up. My mother can only run and run with me until it gets dark and the rain falls."

"In the end we hid in a bright mountain temple. There was a student who was going to Beijing for the exam. My mother begged him to save us, but guess what happened to him?" The man looked at Xie Yu'an and asked.

Xie Yu'an had already understood that the student was the magistrate of Kaiyang County who went to Beijing for the exam.

Without waiting for Xie Yu'an's answer, the man continued: "Finally, those two gangsters chased me in, and my mother hid me behind the fallen Buddha statue. I want to beg Buddha, save my mother, save my mother! , but it’s useless, the Buddha can’t hear my prayer, and I can’t stop those two people from insulting my aunt.”

The man let out a long breath, got up and walked to the man on the left, and stabbed his waist and abdomen with a knife. Regardless of the man's wailing, he turned the handle of the knife little by little, letting the sharp blade stir the man's flesh and blood.

"After they vented their desires, they didn't give up. In the end, they forced the shivering scholar hiding in a corner to rape my aunt, and my aunt just looked at me and hummed to me the song that used to coax me when I was a child. Sleeping nursery rhymes, uh...can you sing them? Let me sing them to you."

In the gloomy dungeon, a man's deep and hoarse singing sounded.

"The head of the green dragon, the tail of the white dragon, the child prays for joy in rainy days. The wheat is browned, start the dragon king. Big and small, first one to eighteen. Maha Sa."

"The wind is coming, the rain is coming, the harvest field is carrying the grain..."

After humming, the man smiled softly and asked Xie Yu'an, "Does it sound good?"

Xie Yu'an glanced at Yan Qingchuan's side, the iron chain had been cut in half.

"In the end, those two left contentedly, and the scholar also picked up his pants and ran away. In fact, they found me a long time ago, but why didn't they kill me? I'm really curious." The man's face Showing doubts, he walked up to a man, raised his head and asked him, "Why didn't you kill me back then?"

The man rolled his eyes a little from being strangled, so he couldn't respond to him.

"It's okay. People will always do things that they regret in their whole life, and what you regret most now is that you didn't kill me in the first place." The man sat back heavily on the chair, with a look of complete relief, and said He began to hum the nursery rhyme in blood intermittently.

With a sound of "Boom--", the iron prison door was finally completely opened, and everyone from Qingtiansi rushed in. Yan Qingchuan was about to catch the man, but suddenly a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth, and his pupils gradually became dilated. It is the drug property of the pre-administered poison in the body.

Xie Yu'an rushed to his side, grabbed his shoulder and asked loudly: "Why did you make this fog? Who is the person who killed Weiwei?!"

The man only smiled, and looked up at the only small window in the cell, where the faint moonlight shone, "This rotten world, let it be destroyed." After finishing speaking, his eyelids were completely closed, There is no interest.

Xie Yu'an slowly withdrew his hand, and heard the arrester at the side say that the two men had also suffocated to death, and a revenge that had been brewing for 15 years finally came to an end.

Xie Yu'an could understand the grief and hatred in a man's heart when he saw his mother's humiliation and tragic death, but he should never have been distorted by these hatreds and walked on such a road of no return.

The grandparents of the Cao brothers were sent by white-haired people to black-haired people. How innocent are these jailers who died tragically. If it could be done earlier, maybe she could have prevented these tragedies.

But after all, it was a step too late.