I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

Although the fight with the ghost was hasty, Shao Mobai can roughly describe a portrait of him in his lifetime - a man, dumb, died at a very young age, and was tortured by blood and light before his death.And, most of them were wronged.

They quickly informed Zhao Wen of the situation, but Zhao Wen put down what he was doing and his face sank.

"I have some impression of the person you are talking about."

Shao Mobai's eyes lit up, "So, that ghost was really from Yishun?"

Zhao Wen shook his head, "That's not true. I studied solving cases in the capital before, and my teacher took many cases to analyze with me. The owner of one case is very similar to the person you mentioned."

Shao Mobai grasped the place name in the words, and immediately stopped, "The capital?"

Zhao Wen nodded, and his whole body sank: "I remember Master said that it was an unjust case, so he has been investigating it all the time. Two months ago, I left the capital to take up a post here, and he just overturned the case."

Shao Mubai asked: "That dumb...did it go very badly?"

Zhao Wen's eyes drooped, and he said quietly: "He froze to death in a winter, and his body was buried in the snow. But... even if there was no snow, he would have died." After a pause, he said again , "Dead early."

Zhao Wen also revealed that the mute was named "Zhong Ling". Although he was from the capital, he was executed in Yishun in the end. This can also explain why his soul stayed in Yishun after his death and could not escape. situation.

The two thought that the mute might be the ghost, so they set off immediately and rushed to the capital.It just so happened that as soon as the ghost mystery case was solved, Zhao Wen had to return to Beijing to report on his work, so he followed the two along the way.When they arrived in the capital, the Hong family was in prison, waiting to be executed.

It is said that he committed the serious crime of forming a party for personal gain and intending to rebel.

Hearing this news, everyone's first reaction was that the law of heaven favors reincarnation. They killed a dumb person unjustly, and killed an unarmed and unable to defend themselves. Now that their own family has suffered, they can't blame others.

However, when they followed Zhao Wen to visit the Heaven Prison, they discovered that the grievances that had been entangled for ten years might not be retribution from heaven.

It is artificial.

"Is it you...the one who framed my father, is it you?"

In the prison, the iron chains hanging in mid-air were as cold as ice, and in the freezing cold, the woman's weak voice was particularly sharp.

The yamen servant was holding the key to go to open the door, but was stopped by Shao Mobai, who stood silently in a corner outside the prison, listening to the secret that the judge might not even know.

The woman's questioning fell on the ground for a long time before a steady and slow man's voice came, as deep as a bell in the mountains.

This is the person who murdered the child by the mute - Hong Zhen.

He was originally a fourth-rank court official, but now he is in prison, and his family members are crying and complaining about the laws of heaven, but he is always indifferent, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

And the person beside him who questioned him was his wife who had been married for several years, Mrs. Sun.

"Hehehe..."

Listening to the conjecture being confirmed, Sun sneered sadly.

"In order to avenge him, you even want to kill your family...you are so cruel!"

Hong Zhen sat cross-legged, with his back against the wall, never opened his eyelids, as cold as before.

"Miss Sun, don't insult the word 'family'. If it weren't for you, my family should be Lingling."

Ling, the name of Zhong Ling.

Words are as light as cold water, and there are ups and downs before talking about the weather.Only when "Ling Ling" is called, can there be a bit of temperature.

Mrs. Sun was leaning on the prison railing, almost unable to stand still, like a branch pecked by a bird, "You hate me..."

Hong Zhen's tone was light: "I hate all those who pushed him into the abyss, and you are just one of them."

Sun seemed unable to believe that it was he who said this, so she stumbled a few steps closer to him, her voice suddenly raised:

"So you framed my father for rebellion, and took the Sun family and the Hong family to be buried with him? If you do this, you don't want to be alone! By noon tomorrow, we will all die, we will all die!"

At this point, Hong Zhen finally opened his eyelids. Unlike before, there was a little more regret in his eyes.Looking at the dimly lit candles outside the prison, he quietly said:

"I don't hate myself..."

These words are like dust, blown away by the wind.

The dungeon was filled with humidity, and the air was pressed even heavier by the water vapor, making it difficult to breathe.

The footsteps gradually approached the prison door, Shao Mobai stopped at the door, looked in through the gap, made a deep bow, and said:

"Master Hong, I have a favor for you, I hope you can help me."

Hearing the sound, Hong Zhen turned his head slowly, twisting his dirty eyebrows, "...you are?"

There was no light in the deepest part of the dungeon, but today someone visited the prison, and the yamen guards lit the torches hanging on the wall.There was light in the dark place instantly, although it was not as brightly lit as the family's bedroom, even a little dim, but it made the objects in the dark place have outlines, and the wet ground was covered with a layer of yellow light. generally.

Not long after, white smoke billowed from the prison, and amidst the smoke, they saw Zhong Ling's life.

Zhong Ling's father was a businessman, because he was used to treacherous business, so he didn't want his son to go into business.Therefore, Zhong Ling was sent to the No. [-] academy in the capital to study at a young age.

Because he can't speak, he is often bullied by others. He won't sue, and he can only write two notes after spending half a day in front of his master.The master is too lazy to look at it, and he is too lazy to care about it.What's more, Zhong Ling's father is a businessman covered in copper stink, and he has nothing to do with Wen Ya, even the master has a low opinion of Zhong Ling in his heart.

No one cares about him, and no one cares what the profiteer's son sitting in the corner did today.

There are, but there are extra ink spots on Zhong Ling's sleeves, or broken stones from the dishes during lunch.Regarding these, Zhong Ling was not at ease. His family was well-off, his clothes could be replaced if they were dirty, and he could buy a new one if there was something in the meal. Anyway, his father had nothing but money.

But after a long time, he still underestimated the viciousness of teenage boys, and they started to play with his favorite thing-books.

Zhong Ling loves reading books very much, because he can't speak and is not good at communication. Books can describe a different world for him, let him feel the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and experience realms and emotions that he has never experienced before.

He doesn't care about other things, except books.

At that time, the printing technology was not very developed, and most of the books on the market were hand-copied, and many of them had only one or two copies, which were hidden at home by literati who liked to collect them, and they could not buy them even if they had money.

Therefore, Zhong Ling is a person who loves books like his life.

And precisely because of this, the classmates who bullied him also caught the pigtails, and had new ways to trick him.

They like to throw Zhong Ling's books around after school.At first, it was just a textbook for the master to attend class, and later it developed into a biography that Zhong Ling kept under the bed—it was a treasure that he had to read carefully.

Zhong Ling was so small that he couldn't grab it, so he could only run from one side to the other. Every time he jumped up, he thought he could touch the edge of the book, but in the blink of an eye, it was in the hands of another person.

Playing and laughing, every sound was like a needle shining white, piercing the most painful part of his heart.He felt as if he was standing naked in the crowd, being ridiculed like a monster.

His eyes are sore every time, but he can only hold back from crying, because the tears flowed down, and they must have gotten worse again.

Once when his father came to visit him, he said that he didn't want to study anymore and wanted to go home.But the father asked earnestly:

"Ling'er, do you know why people outside still look down on us despite our wealth?"

Zhong Ling shook his head.

"Because Daddy and I don't know a single word, I only know account books and money. Therefore, those who make friends with Daddy are polite in words, but they don't even bother to give me a supercilious look in their hearts. Daddy knows what they are thinking. But that’s enough. They think, isn’t it just a few stinky money? What are you showing off? Wait until the day when the business loses money, you will feel better...

They will think so.And with his hands on his hips, he waited for the day when his father lost money in his business.At that time, these people who came to befriend me because of money and relationships will pretend not to know me in a blink of an eye.No one will think highly of us.

So, if you want to study, take a test of merit by yourself, and gain a firm foothold in the court, even if you are penniless, the emperor will appreciate you and won't let you be wronged.

People stand in the sky and the earth, if they want to survive, they must have a skill.Ling'er, you are pure-hearted, but you can't speak. After thinking about it, the only way to study is the most suitable for you. "

Father Zhong talked with him by candlelight until late at night.What he said was reasonable and thoughtful for Zhong Ling, but to Zhong Ling, it was a layer of frost on the eggplant in winter—this was my father, and he was determined to let him read on.

"Ling'er, don't you like reading? Why do you suddenly don't want to read? Have you been wronged in the academy?"

Zhong Ling shook his head - no.

It's not that I don't want to say it, but because it's useless to say it.What else?If he doesn't read, he is a mute, what else can he do?

As a result, life returned to normal again. He broke his fingers and lived day by day like years.

That day, he couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the soaked book by the river, squatted there and cried.He thought, if he could talk, he would have to cry and yell out all the tattered emotions that were suppressed in his heart.But he can't.

He wept silently, only the "tick" sound of tears falling into the river.

He was helpless.

However, God will not keep you in despair, because if he wants to play with you, he will definitely give you some sweets.

Just as Zhong Ling hugged his knees and wept, a gentle voice came from behind:

"Excuse me, does Taoli Academy go up the mountain from this road?"