Xiang Linglong was playing chess with the housekeeper in the mansion. After listening to the report from the head of the guard, he took a long time to test a move, but the piece he was pinching at his fingertips had not dropped for a long time.
"Copy a copy of the statement of the plaintiff and the defendant and send it over. Also tell him that Jiang Yuesheng will not be seen for the time being. The old general is suffering from deep thoughts in the cell. He is currently resting and cannot see outsiders."
The chief guard lowered his head and said to Xiang Linglong:
"But… "
Xiang Linglong closed her eyes and said to the chief guard:
"It's just a few confessions. Whether you give it or not won't affect the overall situation. Send this plague god away as soon as possible, it's good for you and me."
This chess piece finally fell, but the trend on the chessboard is still confusing. After pondering for a moment, the old butler also made another move. The black and white chess pieces were fiercely fought on this board. Generally speaking, Xiang Linglong was still able to control the whole situation, but as his layout got bigger and bigger and his area of control became wider and wider, he was a little overwhelmed by the constant loopholes, and a slight mistake could result in a dragon slaying.
The chief guard personally copied two statements and sent them to Lide.
Yuanye's family was killed, so naturally no statement was left, and Lide didn't even read the statement made by the prostitute Feng Lingzi, and put it aside. He picked up the confession written by Jiang Yuesheng, walked towards Zhehua naturally, sat beside him, and silently looked at the words on it with him.
To Lide's surprise, the words in this confession didn't feel sharp, but full of exhaustion.
"Caomin has been discharged from the army for twenty years... He fought a lot when he was young, and now he is covered with injuries. He lives only to watch his granddaughter's wedding. He has no interest in power and wealth, and he doesn't want to compete with anyone... "
"It's rainy in the south, and whenever it rains, the grass people are often in great pain... Those wounds seem to have healed, but the new muscles around them have long been deformed, and the tumor at the root of the left leg is as big as a fist. The grass people are tired, and this life is worthy of Southern Chu. In the family, he is an out-and-out useless person... "
"Now the Caomin has only one wish. I hope that the disaster will not be as bad as my family, so that the wife and children of the Caomin can live a normal life... The Caomin has been a soldier and horse all his life, and has been born and died for Southern Chu. I hope that all adults will let my family survive for the sake of the past achievements of the Caomin. …”
After reading it, Lide gave the letter to Xiang Zhehua. Because it is a version copied by others, so I can't tell what the old general's original handwriting looks like. But judging from the written content, it is not difficult to imagine that when he wrote this letter, most of his thoughts were lost. The original handwriting should be more sloppy.
After Xiang Zhehua read it, her cold little face showed a bit of sadness. She stared blankly at the letter in her hand, and whispered:
"how so… "
Lid replied with a smile:
"That's it. Isn't this the ethos of Southern Chu? With the prevalence of aristocratic families, personal interests become insignificant, and everyone's existence is to serve the forces behind them. Whether it's you or Xiang Linglong, with gold in your mouth The key grows up, learns literary and martial arts but always lives under the control of others. Your grandfather would rather pack you up and send me than let you go outside freely, because you are all the same. From the perspective of the above, you are all just It's just a pawn. I think Jiang Yuesheng is more normal, and he risked his life to protect his real family."
Xiang Zhehua clenched the letter in his hand tightly, but he couldn't make any response.
Although I was very angry, I couldn't find a reason to refute.
After much deliberation, Xiang Zhehua decided to change the angle, and asked with a cold face:
"So? Now you have read the confession. Did you gain anything after all the effort?"
Lied touched his chin and replied:
"Yes. First of all, let's make sure that Jiang Yuesheng is indeed innocent. Judging from his self-report, let alone killing thirty-two people in one go, he may have difficulty in acting normally now. Xiang Linglong won't let us see him , there is probably such a reason in it. I almost understand why the first seven investigation teams died. As long as they see Jiang Yuesheng, the case can be said to be self-solved, so they can't hand over Jiang Yuesheng to the Lord's Mansion. People who have met Jiang Yuesheng cannot be allowed to go back alive."
Xiang Zhehua shuddered suddenly, and lost his voice:
"Then we..."
Lide casually threw the confession copied by others onto the candlelight, and the flame swallowed up the hard-won confession in an instant. Xiang Zhehua exclaimed, but quickly closed his mouth again, feeling relieved for some reason. Lide still sat on the chair comfortably, smiled and said:
"It would be much easier to act as if nothing had happened, but the words entered into the mind cannot be forgotten voluntarily. Someone is suffering in prison, and that person has made great contributions to you Nanchu. Of course, you can choose to turn a blind eye Yes, because behind you is the mountain of the Lord Hepai."
Xiang Zhehua clenched his fists tightly, intending to punch this poisonous guy twice, but felt that he couldn't.
Lide took the confession of the prostitute Feng Lingzi casually, yawned, and continued:
"However, I will continue to investigate. After all, I am lucky, and those who bet on my life often lose."
Different from Jiang Yuesheng's confession, Feng Lingzi's confession revealed a full desire to survive.
Every question must be answered, and each answer is so long that it is annoying. It contains many empty memories and repeated apologies, just to make everything seem more real. In this letter of apology, she is not like an ordinary prostitute, but more like a nun kneeling in front of a statue, constantly confessing her sins.
Lid wanted to laugh when he saw it. He can imagine the situation at that time: several big men surrounded a little girl with various instruments of torture, and kept using introductory words such as "You were doing xxx, right?" Asking questions, and perhaps persuading them with "let you out if you tell the truth." The little girl who had never seen this scene naturally answered every question, followed the other party's train of thought to make a confession, and then was forced to commit suicide in the prison after recording the statement, and the final witness disappeared.
Compromise is useless.
After reading it, Lide put Feng Lingzi's confession on the table. However, after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly frowned again, picked up the confession again, and read it carefully again. In the end, he asked Xiang Zhehua to bring over a pen, leaned over the desk, and spread out the thick confessions one by one, circled them while reading, and finally heaved a sigh of relief and showed a satisfied smile.