"Ah - ah - someone has hanged himself - someone come quickly - someone has hanged himself -" Zhou Acai was so frightened that he threw himself on the prison door and shouted, waving his hands as far as he could.
However, his cellmates were still doing their own things. His shouts seemed to be separated by a world. They were on the other side and could not hear him. Zhou Acai shouted until his throat was hoarse, but still no one heard him.
He was really scared. His whole body began to tremble and his legs began to weaken. He held the cell door and slowly slid down. He didn't dare to look at Bai Zhankui hanging himself. He kept murmuring from his pale lips: "Ghost blocking the wall... Ghost blocking the wall... Ghost blocking the wall..."
Bai Zhankui was still half hanging on the wall, his mouth grinning at an abnormal angle, his eyes wide open, his tongue hanging out. From a distance, he looked like he was not dead, but like he was playing a prank, with a perverse smile on his face.
When Fu Mingrui arrived the next day, the prison boss and jailer were standing at the door of Bai Zhankui's cell with nervous scalps. The prisoner committed suicide out of fear of punishment, so it was naturally because they did not guard him well!
"We don't want to be here!"
"We don't want to be here!"
There were shouts from prisoners in the cell where Bai Zhankui was. It was weird enough that Bai Zhankui committed suicide while lying down, but his neighbor Zhou Acai was scared to death, which was even more frightening.
Those who are locked up here are all guilty and have a guilty conscience. As the saying goes, if you haven't done anything wrong, you don't have to be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. But who here is not afraid of ghosts
The prison boss has been in a bad mood recently.
There were many people who committed suicide out of fear of punishment in prison, but the one who could hang himself while lying down like Bai Zhankui was the first in history and could be called a talent among suicides. No matter who hanged himself in his position, he would not be able to hold on and would have stood up by himself long ago.
Moreover, this is already the third one this month.
A few days ago, Ma Guanqun was frightened to death by lightning and Zhou Youfa committed suicide by biting his tongue.
Is it really because this month is the Ghost Month? Around the Ghost Festival, the wronged ghosts come to claim lives
Fu Mingrui also had a gloomy face. He checked the cell and found no suspicious signs. It was obviously suicide. However, this was the first time Fu Mingrui had seen someone hanged himself while lying down since he started investigating cases.
Moreover, no matter how you look at it, it seems that Bai Zhankui is smiling at everyone. That smile is particularly strange and terrifying, and it also contains a mockery of the world. What is he laughing at? What is he mocking
Bai Zhankui's stubborn smile made the detectives, who were used to seeing dismembered bodies, feel uneasy. They just glanced at him briefly and no longer looked into Bai Zhankui's wide eyes.
Fu Mingrui waved his hand, and the constable immediately untied Bai Zhankui and laid him flat. He tried to close his eyes, but they were impossible. That smile seemed to be fixed on his face, unable to be wiped off.
The coroner came forward to examine the body. After a careful examination, he nodded to Fu Mingrui: "It was hanging." All the signs were too obvious. Bai Zhankui's body was clean, with no other external injuries, except for a mark on his neck. It can be said that his body was too clean, without even the slightest sign of struggle.
Some hanged people will instinctively struggle because of the pain, and sometimes they will scratch the skin on their necks, so after death there will be scratches on their necks, dandruff and blood in their nails, and their fingers will be bent and not straight, maintaining the shape of their struggle before death. But Bai Zhankui did not have these.
Although the coroner made the decision, he was also worried in his heart that Bai Zhankui's death was too "strange".
Fu Mingrui immediately scolded the jailer, Lao Wang: "Lao Wang! How could you not notice such a big living person hanging?!" This person hanging made a lot of noise, and last night was not like the night when Ma Guanqun died, when there was thunder and lightning. It was very quiet. How could the jailer not notice anything? Although Fu Mingrui was stern, he did not blame him, because he knew that Lao Wang had always been responsible, and there must be something strange and a reason.
Lao Wang also gritted his teeth in annoyance, wondering why he didn’t notice it
On the night when Ma Guanqun and Zhou Youfa committed suicide, even though there was thunder and lightning, Old Wang found out. However, Ma Guanqun was frightened to death and there was no way to save him, and Zhou Youfa was unable to be treated because of excessive blood loss. But this kind of hanging takes a period of time, and if it is discovered in time, it can be saved.
"Sir, I think it's not the warden's fault." Zhang Wang, the jailer who was on duty with Lao Wang last night, said tremblingly. He was young and dared to say something.
Fu Mingrui looked at Zhang Wang sternly: "Tell me now."
Zhang Wang's face turned pale as he pointed at Zhou Acai who was curled up in fear. "When we found out, Zhou Acai from next door said he shouted, but we didn't hear it. He said it was..." Zhang Wang's skin broke out all over his body. He looked around fearfully and lowered his voice. "Ghosts blocked the wall... Because of the ghosts blocked the wall... So... we couldn't hear it..."
"Nonsense!" Before Fu Mingrui could say anything, Zhao Cheng beside him shouted. Zhao Cheng was strong and powerful, and it was obvious that he was protected by the righteousness of the heavenly Gang. He spoke in a muffled voice, "What the hell! I think you have something to hide! You must have been lazy last night!"
Lao Wang and Zhang Wang immediately knelt down, "Sir, we really didn't!" Lao Wang patted his chest, "Sir, you know me, I am definitely not that kind of person. Xiao Wang has been very responsible since he came to the prison, taking you as an example. Xiao Wang and I were really on duty last night, but...something strange did happen, it was a hot day and suddenly... the temperature in the prison dropped..." Lao Wang didn't dare to say anything more, "If you must blame someone, please blame me alone. I am the prison boss, and I should bear the responsibility!"
Zhang Wang looked at Lao Wang with gratitude and admiration. Just when he wanted to say that he would carry the burden, Lao Wang stopped him. Lao Wang was the prison boss and had been doing this for decades. Even before Fu Mingrui entered the Eight Gates, he was already in charge of the prison. He could be considered a veteran of the Eight Gates. If he carried the burden, at most he would be fined a little silver.
But Zhang Wang was only a young man of seventeen or eighteen, and had just been assigned to the Eight Gates. He was a newcomer, and if he took the blame, he would lose his job. It would be even harder to find a job as an official outside.
If it was before, Fu Mingrui would definitely not believe in those supernatural things. But now, it is different. He frowned and looked at Zhao Cheng: "The case is closed as Bai Zhankui committed suicide in prison out of fear of punishment."
Zhao Cheng had no doubts, because everything in front of him was obvious to him. Bai Zhankui killed his parents, which was a heinous crime. He committed suicide out of fear of punishment. There was no suspense. However, suicide was really a good thing for this beast.
Zhao Cheng took out a pen and paper and made a simple note. Halfway through, he asked the coroner, "What was the approximate time of death?"
Lao Wang and his men found the body this morning. If Bai Zhankui died last night, it would be yesterday. If he died after midnight, it would be today. We cannot be casual here.
The coroner touched the body and looked at the corpse spots: "It was between the hours of You and Xu last night."
Zhao Cheng wrote it down: "Last night... That was the 28th day of the seventh month of the Gengzi year."
"What did you say?" Fu Mingrui looked at Zhao Cheng, "July 28th?"
Zhao Cheng looked at Fu Mingrui in confusion: "Yes, July 28th, what's wrong, Boss?"
Fu Mingrui turned his face away and said softly, "Nothing." But his black eyes were filled with dark clouds.
July 28th was the day Bai Zhankui and his wife, Yu Pingting, got married... (To be continued)