Under the solemn palace, a decent-looking civil servant in his thirties, dressed in a cloth robe, stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the majestic palace, his beard fluttering in the wind. He stood there silently for a while, and suddenly sighed. On his calm face, his eyes revealed a very suppressed sadness, mixed with a little confusion.
At this time, a military officer invited him to enter the palace. Guo Shao was waiting in front of a room. He did not say much when he met him, but just said: "Please come in, Huang Tuiguan."
The two walked in together. Guo Shao only took a look at Huang Binglian's face and said: The result for Judge Huang must not be so clear.
Huang Binglian suddenly said dejectedly: I am somewhat thinking of resigning from my post.
Guo Shao hurriedly said: "Everything was done voluntarily by Huang Tuiguan, and I have no intention of forcing him. If you don't want to lie, just do your job as a Tuiguan. Huang Tuiguan is upright and powerful, and he is beneficial to the Zhou Dynasty. As a general of the Zhou Dynasty, don't I want the country to be better
When Guo Shao saw Huang Binglian's expression just now, he immediately understood: at least there is no way to fully prove the rape and murder case.
Huang Binglian's ancestors had been officials for generations, so this kind of child is very familiar with the officialdom. He must have guessed that: investigating Zhao Sanlang, the target is Zhao Kuangyin's party. The rape and murder case was established, which was the result that Guo Shao wanted. Huang Binglian was troubled because he did not get the result that Guo Shao wanted, so he felt pressured.
Guo Shao and Huang Binglian were not close friends and had only met each other a few times. However, from just one or two conversations, Guo Shao felt confident that he could convince Huang Binglian to make concessions.
Huang looked confused. Guo Shao spoke gently.
Huang Binglian looked at Guo Shao's bright eyes in surprise and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Guo Shao said again: I have two questions to ask you.
Huang Binglian bowed and said: Please give me some advice, Marshal Guo.
Guo Shao said calmly: There are so many states and counties in the Great Zhou Dynasty and even in the world. If we want justice and fairness in the world, we need so many judges and magistrates who are talented, knowledgeable, upright, unyielding, fearless, and not greedy for profit.
Huang Binglian pondered for a moment and answered simply: A lot.
Guo Shao asked again: The second question is, how many such people are there in the world? How can we distinguish and select them to be officials? Huang Binglian could not answer, and seemed to be thinking about something. Guo Shao said: When a sage governs the world, everyone in the world is a child. It is not only about selecting virtuous people, but also about setting rules.
Huang Binglian said: What Marshal Guo meant was to clearly distinguish between black and white, good and evil, without relying on the art of criminal law.
You can also rely on strict techniques, but due to limited conditions, this is impossible to accomplish in this world. Guo Shaodao, you still have to continue the thinking of the sages, using the kingly way to assist with magic. But what should we do to make it better? No matter how you live, you are still alive. Doesn't Huang Tuiguan want to give it a try
Huang Binglian asked: How to try
Guo Shaodao: You are involved in the circle of power that makes rules and influences the rules of the world. Even if you, a person who has compassion for the world, don't want power, there will still be people who hold on to it.
Huang Binglian's face changed slightly.
Guo Shao stared at him seriously and said: Huang Tuiguan's ancestors must not have strictly ordered their descendants to only work in criminal law. In fact, there is a more effective way. I remember when we talked last time, Huang Tuiguan mentioned your great-grandfather. When investigating a case to a certain extent, the art of solving a case can no longer be used. Your great-grandfather is a wise man.
He paused and said: If you want to realize your ambitions in the world, you must first hold power. How to hold power? If you are too restricted, can you hold power
Huang Binglian was silent for a moment, then said: "Why don't you and Marshal Guo discuss the case first?"
Okay. Guo Shao nodded and said, "When we have free time, we can talk about those small things over a glass of wine."
Huang Binglian started out speaking very smoothly: The deceased had a fractured right leg from a fall, and I'm sure it was injured before or after death; if it was an earlier fall, even if it was only ten days, it would have healed partially. This would be consistent with the fact that the fish was secretly salvaged from a dry well in the certified confession, and falling into a dry well that is too deep would fracture the cervical vertebrae. Huang Binglian suddenly hesitated, and there were blunt injuries to the vertebrae and other parts, so it can be concluded that this case is a murder.
This case is a mixture of true and false inferences, but it is very coherent. Guo Shao feels that there is perjury, and a small amount of perjury is enough to influence the conclusion, while the rest of the facts are more credible.
However, Guo Shao deduced from Huang Binglian's tone that the fracture should be the truth. Then he could boldly guess that Mrs. He was most likely to have died an unnatural death.
It was just because it happened so long ago. If the government had the power to investigate the case when he died, the truth would have come to light. But now, the truth can only be buried forever in the earth.
Guo Shao heard this and said: This case should be completely proven. What do you think, Huang Tuiguan
Huang Binglian said: According to Zhao Pu's confession, he also heard people discussing it quietly; if we can find witnesses who were discussing the matter at the time and corroborate our inferences from various angles, it will not be difficult to make a solid case.
Guo Shao pondered and said: Someone in the Zhao family is very meticulous and this matter was handled relatively cleanly. From the year before last until now, not a single servant who left the Zhao Mansion has been found and their whereabouts are completely unknown.
Maybe they were silenced. Huang Binglian pondered and said, "According to my years of experience, most of the people involved in the case who disappeared were silenced."
Guo Shao said: Who killed them? Now the Zhao Mansion can be interrogated and searched at will. Why doesn't Huang Tuiguan take charge of the case? In fact, there may be one or two survivors who happened to be found by us, right
If you want to find it, you can still find it, Huang Binglian frowned.
Guo Shao reminded again: We must find out which dry well it is, maybe we can find new evidence.
The two men discussed for a while, and Huang Binglian accepted the order and stood up to say goodbye, and then said: Too much evidence will easily lead to loopholes, and I may not necessarily adopt the method that Marshal Guo reminded me of.
Guo Shao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Just bring the case file as soon as possible. Huang Tuiguan, you are participating in a very meaningful event, and we will not forget who are the people involved."
Goodbye. Huang Binglian clasped his fists and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
Guo Shao returned to the table and fell into deep thought. No matter how smooth the lie is, there will always be wise people who can see through it, but they are a very small number of people. As long as the vast majority of people believe it, it is enough. There is no way to strictly expose the dark truth of Zhao San. Guo Shao felt a little disappointed. He had thought about it before and guessed that Zhao San had done a lot of shameful things.
He sighed slightly, took out a booklet from his bosom and opened it, picked up the brush on the inkstone and drew a circle on the sloppy words "Zhao San'an", then drew an arrow line pointing to the other two circles. He wrote a few more sloppy tiny words on the line.