"ah!!"
There were screams outside, but Mrs. Lu in the hall was calm. She showed only a hint of surprise, her eyes flickered for a moment, and then her expression returned to calm.
"Sir, are you trying to scare me to death?" Lu looked at Fu Mingrui with fear in her eyes. She blocked her gaze with her hands and pretended to be frightened instead of looking at the two skeletons. "You are trying to scare me to death. Where did these come from? I am so sinful." She quickly took off her bracelet, half-closed her eyes and began to chant.
Fu Mingrui had seen many prisoners, and no matter what expression Lu made, Fu Mingrui could see through her true nature at a glance.
He spoke slowly and calmly: "This is Mr. Yi, the northern businessman who just bought this house." Fu Mingrui pointed to Yi Jixuan who was standing aside. Yi Jixuan stood up slightly, nodded and smiled at everyone, then sat down again.
Fu Mingrui continued, "After he moved into your Huang's old house, a haunting incident occurred. I was there at the time, and I was very curious. How could there be a haunting in broad daylight? So, I led people to disguise themselves and lurk in the Yi Mansion to catch the ghost. Madam Lu, this house is the former residence of Mr. Huang Ye. After my investigation, I found that this old house has always been haunted. I wonder if the old lady noticed it when she lived there?"
Mrs. Lu half-closed her eyes and continued to recite her own scriptures, ignoring Fu Mingrui.
A sneer flashed across Yi Jixuan's eyes. This was the kind of person who would not cry until he saw the coffin. He raised his hand and touched his chin. This old lady was really good. She had lived too long and was no longer afraid of life and death. He exchanged a look with Fu Mingsu, who also had a contemptuous sneer in his eyes.
Seeing that Mrs. Lu really kept silent, Fu Mingrui snorted coldly, "Someone, bring the ghost from the Huang family's old house up here!"
Lu's hand that was turning the Buddhist beads paused slightly, and Huang Zong's face outside the door began to turn pale and his whole body became stiff.
The Huang family was still confused and full of suspicion, but they were timid and didn't dare to say anything.
The yamen runners brought yesterday's artist Zhang Abing.
Zhang Abing was still wearing the equipment he wore yesterday. When the yamen runners brought him here, it really looked like they were bringing a headless ghost, scaring those Huang family members who had never seen the world and made them scream again.
"Ah! Ghost!"
"I'm so scared, so scared."
"How dare this ghost come out in the daytime?!"
"Everyone, stop talking nonsense. This person has been caught. How could it be a ghost?"
"I've seen this on the flyover. It's a juggler!"
Everyone felt a little relieved by the words of those who had seen the artist, but some timid women and children still did not dare to look at the artist for even a second.
Zhang Abing knelt in the middle of the hall.
"Bang!" Fu Mingrui slammed the gavel, and Zhang Abing shuddered with fear.
Fu Mingrui looked at Zhang Abing in the hall with a gloomy face: "Headless ghost, who are you and why are you haunting the Huang family's old house? Tell me the truth!"
Zhang A Bing was also feeling aggrieved and depressed. If he had known earlier, he would not have coveted this fortune. It was really a bad year for him, and his greed brought him retribution.
"Your Excellency, I am a human being, not a ghost." After saying that, Zhang Abing took off all his clothes. The people outside suddenly realized what had happened and let out an "Oh~~~" sound.
Zhang A Bing lowered his face in distress: "I am a villain who is paid to haunt this place in order to drive away the workers here and make the owner afraid to live here."
"Is the person who ordered you in this hall?!" Fu Mingrui asked solemnly, his eyes were so sharp that Zhang Abing dared not look directly at him.
Zhang A Bing looked around the hall timidly, and saw only people in luxurious clothes, except for an old lady sitting there alone. Suddenly, he saw a middle-aged man standing outside the door not far from the old lady who looked familiar.
He looked carefully and found that he was staring at Huang Zong. Huang Zong turned his face away and did not face Zhang Abing.
Zhang A Bing immediately confirmed it and turned around to report: "Your Excellency, I found the man who gave me money and pretended to be a ghost, but he is not in the hall, but outside the hall."
In fact, Fu Mingrui knew it when Huang Zong's expression changed. Although he was sitting in the hall, everyone's expression could not escape his sight.
"Point it out!" Fu Mingrui shouted!
Zhang Abing immediately turned around and pointed at Huang Zong, which made the Huang family members look surprised.
Immediately, Huang Zong was shaking all over with fear.
The Huang family are all scholars, and they usually live in seclusion. It can be said that their lives are relatively closed. In order to keep their only public office, they are taught to be honest and not to participate in any fights. Therefore, the Huang family members have become cautious and live in peace.
In addition, Huang Zong already had a guilty conscience, and this shock had already frightened him out of his wits.
When Zhao Cheng brought him up, he was trembling all over and couldn't even speak. He was even more timid than Zhang Abing, the common man who pretended to be a ghost.
Fu Mingrui sullenly shouted, "Who is this person? Tell me your name!"
Fu Mingrui's shout immediately frightened Huang Zong so much that his heart began to beat wildly. Huang Zong was so nervous that he felt he was about to suffocate. He turned his head to look at Lu while panting and said, "Ancestor... I'm sorry..." After saying that, he rolled his eyes and fainted!
"Ah! Master! Master!" Huang Zong's wives and concubines collapsed immediately and cried together outside the hall.
"Master—Master—"
"You guys are going to kill us, brother!" Huang Zong's brothers were also anxious, "No wonder you want to try the case behind closed doors, you just want to kill us, right?!"
The crowd outside immediately became excited.
But Fu Mingrui and his detectives had seen this kind of scene many times, so they were very calm.
The yamen runners first gathered at the door to stop the excited Huang family. Doctor Zhou, an imperial physician specially assigned to the Eight Gates, came forward to check.
Doctor Zhou took Huang Zong's pulse, and Huang Zong's eyelids fluttered. He then took out a bottle of medicine and swirled it around the tip of Huang Zong's nose. Huang Zong immediately took a deep breath and came back to life.
Look, you can’t die.
In these eight doors, Fu Mingrui is the King of Hell. Anyone who he does not want to die will never die!
Doctor Zhou turned around and saluted Ming Rui: "Sir, the suspect suffers from heart disease and cannot stand any further stimulation."
When Huang Zong woke up, he just lay on the ground groaning. He was even worse than the ancestor in the hall.
After Doctor Zhou finished his instructions, he stepped aside.
Fu Mingrui looked at Wang Quan and said, "Help the suspect sit down."
"Yes!" Wang Quan helped the limp Huang Zong to sit next to Lu. Huang Zong's mouth and hands were shaking, and he still couldn't utter a word.
How could he accept the interrogation in this state? Huang Zong would be frightened to death if he looked at Fu Mingrui's majestic face for one more moment.
Wang Quan stepped forward and spoke for Huang Zong: "Your Excellency, this is Huang Zong, the eldest grandson of Huang Ye. He was identified by the artist Zhang A Bing and hired by Huang Zong to play ghosts in the Huang family's old house!"
"What's going on?"
"Why? Brother!"
"What on earth is going on..."
There was an uproar outside, with expressions of disbelief. (To be continued)