Pairs of eyes stared at Song Zhi when he made a sound.
Song Zhi was not in a hurry at all, and bowed to Lord Zhuo modestly and politely.
Lord Zhuo squinted at him, but he actually knew him. After all, Song Zhi used to be a genius in Yiwu!
In the past, Master Zhuo also bought his poems and admired his poems very much. He bought every book that came out, and it is still kept in the Yamen's study.
After Song Zhi stopped writing poetry, Master Zhuo also regretted it for a while!
He asked, "Mr. Song, did Wang Jun go to you?"
"Yes!"
"What did he do for you?"
"This..." Song Zhi paused, thinking to himself: Wang Jun's people are all dead, can't you still say that he came to give him gifts? If it spreads out, Wang Jun will definitely be pointed at by others.
The dead are gone, why not let him rest in peace
Seeing that he was hesitating and hesitating to speak, Lord Zhuo said sternly: "The murder happened, and the deceased is Wang Jun. If you didn't kill the murderer, just tell the truth and come."
"Sir, can you not tell me?"
"no!"
"..." Song Zhi sighed.
Class Master Tao hurried over, tugged at Song Zhi's soy sauce-stained sleeve, and said, "Mr. Song, if you know something, you must say it!"
"Master Tao, Song Mou doesn't know!"
"But Wang Jun went to find you."
"He came to find me, but then left."
"What are you doing?"
"Gossip, just gossip!" Song Zhi lowered his eyes.
Class Master Tao could trust Song Zhi, let alone murder, he wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken.
But - Lord Zhuo doesn't care about this: "Mr. Song, this official has always respected you scholars, you'd better explain what happened that night one by one, why did Wang Jun come to you? What did you talk about? ? And when Wang Jun left, why did you go after him? You want to be suspicious.
Make it clear. "
Song Zhi bowed his body: "Go back to your lord, last night, Wang Jun came to Song Mou for just chatting. After chatting for a while, he left."
"Then why are you chasing him?"
"I... just send him off."
"Song Zhi!" Master Zhuo roared.
Song Zhi was startled.
Got yelled at.
Mr. Zhuo's patience has been worn down: "You were the last person to see Wang Jun, and you said you were going to send him, but how could you chase after other people's ass/butts? According to this official, you are the one who killed Wang Jun. of."
Song Zhi was speechless! Seeing that the title of "murderer" had been assigned to his financial sponsor, Tao Banzhu hurriedly said, "Sir, Mr. Song usually doesn't dare to kill chickens, so how can he kill people? His hand is used to hold a pen, It's not a knife. Besides, he doesn't know Wang Jun at all, and the two have never met.
! "
Um
Lord Zhuo: "No grievances and no enmity? Don't know?"
"Yes!"
"Since I don't know him, why did Wang Jun go to him?"
"This… "
"It seems that there must be some connection between the two." Lord Zhuo doubted.
Class Master Tao originally wanted to help Song Zhi, but he was self-defeating. After thinking about it, he said, "Sir, even so, but Wang Jun's bones are buried in that pile of loess, Song Zhi has never been here, why? Can you bury the bones in it?"
As soon as these words were finished, someone answered: "Mr. Song came here this morning."
Uh!
The clown who met Song Zhi this morning came out.
The head teacher Tao was surprised: "Old Jiang, Mr. Song came here this morning?"
"I came to find Wang Jun, but Wang Jun was already missing at that time, so I let him walk around the theater by himself. I still remember... Mr. Song was holding a bag in his hand."
"burden?"
"right!"
One of the people who carried the loess before also jumped out and said, "At that time, we also bumped into Mr. Song when we carried the loess into the backstage. At that time, he did have a burden in his hand, but he disappeared when he left."
Lord Zhuo understood and nodded: "It must be the bones of Wang Jun in that bag."
Song Zhi heard this: "No, not the bones!"
"The witnesses are all there."
"Song was wronged."
"How dare you call out injustice!" Master Zhuo questioned, "This official asks you, did you kill people?"
"Song definitely didn't kill anyone." Song Zhi wasn't excited either, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry.
"If you still dare to quibble, this official will not believe you and don't open your mouth. Come and escort Song Zhi to the yamen, and this king will personally interrogate him."
A few arrests came up quickly and captured Song Zhi!
Song Zhi's body is weak, and even if he wants to resist, his wrists can't use his strength.
Just like a doll at the mercy of others.
And no matter what everyone thinks, they can't deduct the words "murderer" on the head of the weak scholar Song Zhi!
Class Master Tao just wanted to say something, but there was nothing he could do.
Lord Zhuo turned and asked his subordinates: "Is there anyone who has carefully checked the scene?"
"Master, I have already checked them one by one, and there is no problem."
"Okay, take Song Zhi away first, and bring the pile of loess and white bones back to the yamen."
"Yes!"
Before leaving, Lord Zhuo also said to the people in the troupe: "This official will send someone to ask you to go to the yamen for questioning at any time. During this time, you are not allowed to leave."
"Yes yes yes!" The troupe nodded again and again.
After Master Zhuo and a group of arresters took Song Zhi away, the audience inside also dispersed, for fear that they might have something to do with this incident.
Jing Rong, Ji Yunshu and Bai Yin also left after "watching".
Because of this murder case, the theater was crowded with people.
Jing Rong was worried that there would be an accident, and immediately took Ji Yunshu back to the inn.
After returning, Ji Yunshu has been thinking heavily.
She was in the room, her brows furrowed, and she said nothing.
Jing Rong sat opposite her making tea.
Very leisurely!
Bai Yin, on the other hand, stood at the door with his arms crossed, leaned against the door panel, and said, "You really can't look at the face, that Song Zhi looks gentle and kind, but he doesn't expect to be a murderer. Yesterday, we Shouldn't have helped him catch a thief."
Jing Rong chuckled lightly, looked up at Ji Yunshu, and said to Bai Yin, "Let a few of them prepare something, and we will leave Yiwu early tomorrow morning."
"Just leave?"
"You haven't seen enough yet?"
"Then I'll prepare first." Bai Yin left.
Ji Yunshu got up and walked to the window, pushing the closed window open.
A breeze blew in.
Gently brushed on the face.
Jing Rong looked at her small body and said, "Yun Shu, we can't control this matter!"
remind her.
"I know."
"Then what are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking about that bone."
"Bone?" Jing Rong got up and walked to her side, confused, "What do you mean?"
She looked into his eyes and said, "I think..."
Jing Rong immediately grabbed her hand and said earnestly, "Promise me, I can't handle this matter."
"I… "
"We'll leave immediately tomorrow morning!" Ji Yunshu knew what he was worried about, and after being silent for a while, he nodded.