"The prisoner is being interrogated. You, that's you, come out, come out. The Lord Assistant is going to interrogate you." A yamen officer opened Ning Baixin's cell, pointed at Ning Baixin and said impatiently.
Ning Baixin slowly raised her head with her head down and looked at the yamen servant, her eyes as bright as the stars in the sky. She looked at the yamen servant and frowned and said, "It's only been a day, how come it's so fast?"
The yamen servant glanced at Ning Baixin and had to admit that this little girl was very beautiful. She was only seven years old, but she was already quite charming. Especially when she looked at her, she was pure and charming at the same time. No wonder Zhu Fu died in her hands. .
"Why do you talk so much? Let's go to the hall and talk to the Minister." After the Yamen servant finished speaking, he took Ning Baixin and walked out.
Ning Baixin was unprepared and almost fell down. She frowned and said unhappily: "Can you be gentle? I'm still a child."
Hearing Ning Baixin's words, the yamen servant almost tripped over himself. What she just said, she knew that she was a child, and she dared to kill people. Not only that, but she also ran away from the window. This is what a child can do. thing
"If you were really a child, could you come here?" the yamen servant said speechlessly.
Ning Baixin blinked and said, "You can't treat me like a child just because I kill people. You are discriminating. Look at my small body. Did I lie to you?"
The yamen servant took a look at Ning Baixin, who was just as tall as his thighs, with frizzy hair, messy clothes, and even a dirty face. Only paired with a pair of watery eyes, he looked like a pitiful seven-year-old child. , but that doesn’t deny that she is a murderer.
"Can you just stop talking?" The yamen servant recovered his mind, looked back at Ning Baixin wordlessly again, and said.
Ning Baixin blinked and nodded without saying anything. Seeing this, the yamen officer nodded. The child was quite obedient and well-behaved, so he turned around and led her towards the lobby.
As soon as he entered, he saw the four characters "Mingjing hangs high" hanging above the head of the Minister of Justice. Ning Baixin looked at these four words, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his lips. These four words really meant that this day Low is the most sarcastic word.
At this time, the outside of the Criminal Department was already crowded with people. After all, there were very few interesting things in this capital. People were still very interested in seeing the lives of those who were promoted to court to handle cases.
In particular, it was rumored that a seven-year-old beggar killed the nephew of the Minister of Household Affairs at the gate of Wanhua Tower. With such a sensational incident, everyone was curious about what this little girl looked like.
"Who are you here? Why don't you kneel down when you see me?" Song Qi clapped the gavel on his hand and looked at the woman standing on the ground. Her back was straight, her eyes were full of aura, and her whole body made her feel noble. .
Ning Baixin trembled all over, looking at the Minister of Punishment curling his lips, looking very pitiful, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he said: "You... you scared me."
"... Did I scare you?" Song Qi glanced at the tears on Ning Baixin's eyelashes, then looked at the gavel in his hand, and immediately looked at Ning Baixin dumbly.
"Ha ha….."
"This little girl is very cute..."
"She is only seven years old. My daughter is only that old. How could she have killed someone? Is it a mistake?"
"probably."
… …..
Who is this person? He has been handling cases for so many years, and he has never heard the prisoner say that he was scared. But seeing Ning Baixin's look, it seemed that he was really scared by him.
Song Qi coughed for a moment, put his hand on the gavel, and then retracted it. He looked at Ning Baixin and said, "Don't be so talkative. I'm asking you, are you in the alley in front of Wanhua Tower?" Killed someone inside?"
"I didn't kill anyone, and where is the Wanhua Building you mentioned? How come I haven't heard of it?" Ning Baixin tilted his head, looking innocent and pure.
"This... I'm asking you. Since you didn't kill anyone, why did the second young master of the Mu family want to report to the official?" Song Qi asked.
Ning Baixin shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe I offended him at some point."
"...Nonsense, how could the second young master of the Mu family have anything to do with you, a street beggar?" Song Qi said.
"I don't know. If I knew, I wouldn't offend him. Maybe I accidentally bumped into him?" Ning Baixin said.
Song Qi looked at Ning Baixin, who was openly denying it, and his eyes bulged out. He was so organized, could he really be a seven-year-old child? No matter what, if he killed Zhu Yue, he would have to pay for it with his life. His wife here was going to make a big fuss. .
"Well, you idiot, now that the evidence is irrefutable and you still don't admit it, come on, I'll be punished." Song Qi said, patted the gavel again, and shouted.
Ning Baixin looked at Song Qi and said: "Dali's law says that officials are not allowed to abuse lynchings on criminals. For minor cases, they will be dismissed from office. For serious cases, their heads will be shown to the public. Mr. Song, are you going to break the law?"
"You, a little girl, know a lot, so how dare you kill someone?" Song Qi narrowed his eyes, looked at Ning Baixin, waved his hand to the officer unwillingly, and said through gritted teeth.
"Sir, I really didn't kill anyone. You have to believe me. Look at how old I am. I'm still a child." Ning Baixin pouted and said aggrievedly.
"You are a human criminal, how can I trust you?" Song Qi slapped the alarm and said.
"Don't always scare me with that broken piece of wood. If I kill someone, I'm a criminal. If I don't kill someone, I'm not a criminal. Why do you have to say I'm a criminal?" Ning Baixin frowned, his face very serious.
"Yes, sir, please don't always take pictures of the gavel."
"I don't know yet whether he killed someone or not. It really can't be said that he was a criminal."
… …
There were many people watching outside the door at this time. When they heard Ning Baixin's words, they all laughed. This little girl is so cute, but what they said is also true.
He knew that the little girl was afraid of the gavel, but why did the waiter keep photographing it? Could it be that he was trying to scare the little girl into admitting that she had committed the murder
"..." He was the Minister of Punishment, and asked the individual prisoner what was wrong with patting the prison wall.
Song Qi took a deep look at Ning Baixin. She had never thought that a little girl could be so articulate and clear-organized, so he was not prepared at all. He thought that it would be over after the verdict was pronounced, but now he doesn't know what to do. alright.
"I said you are who you are, are you questioning me?" Song Qi's voice was so gloomy that it could make people cry.
Ning Baixin nodded and said, "I am."
"What are you?" Song Qi's nose was so angry that she actually nodded.
"You asked me if I was questioning you, and I said yes. What's the problem?" Ning Baixin asked.
Song Qi was so angry that he picked up the gavel and raised it high. Looking at Ning Baixin who was standing on the ground, he suddenly put the gavel down gently.
"How dare you question me? How many heads have you grown?" Song Qi asked coldly.
Ning Baixin seriously raised a fleshy little finger and said, "One."
“.… .”
Song Qi squinted slightly, and he could see that this little girl was just pretending to be stupid, sharp-tongued, and very smart. She knew the law of Dali, and she still wanted the ignorant people outside to help her. What she thought was terrible. gorgeous.