Chapter 15: The Unchanging Roots of Humanity Throughout the Ages

“Thirdly, why did the county office flatly state that you killed Zhang Yourui and not the thieves?”

“Dragging Zhang Yourui’s body to the courtyard and disguising it as the work of thieves was very thoughtful. But you guys made a mistake.”

“When Zhang Yourui died, his body was lying in the courtyard with his feet facing towards the house, his head facing outward, and the fatal wound was in the back of his head. This indicates that the murderer struck from behind him and attacked him with a blunt object.”

“How is this possible. If the murderer was a beamer, when he saw his master return, he either pressed on or retreated, deliberately attacked and killed, and yet went back empty-handed?”

Yang Zhenzhen froze, she didn’t expect there to be so many breaks.

Xu Qi’an’s words had a powerful impact on her, giving her the feeling that what she had done had long been exposed in broad daylight, with nothing to hide.

Panic nearly dominated her.

“There’s nothing more to say, is there? Zhang Xian has nothing more to say either, so he gave you up. He also said that you were the one who seduced him in your widowhood, and that he didn’t want to continue to entangle with you, but you threatened him with the child in his belly and forced him. That night, it was also you who took advantage of the chaos and beat Zhang You Rui to death.”

“Zhang Xian was an innocent victim, and knowing that there were so many cracks and that he was in trouble, he confessed his guilt to the county magistrate, and was willing to offer five hundred taels of silver, to dredge up connections, to put the blame on your head, so that you alone could bear the guilt of murdering your own husband.”

The more Yang Zhenzhen listened, the more scared she became, and her face became more and more desperate. When she learned that Zhang Xian had already betrayed her, her pretty face, which was quite elegant, turned white and had no blood at all.

“You know best what kind of person Zhang Xian is, right?” Xu Qi’an said this on purpose.

What kind of person Zhang Xian was Xu Qi’an didn’t know, he just didn’t believe that this kind of relationship that had nothing to do with love but only desire would be as solid as it could be.

Moreover, Zhang Xian is a rich second-generation man with a family fortune and is young. What awaits him is a whole ocean with the smell of the sea everywhere. Why bother sacrificing for a woman.

Yang Zhenzhen was desperate.

“But,” Xu Qi’an said, “the county magistrate, Mr. Wei Guangzheng …. He is not biased in favor of Zhang Xian’s one-sided words, and ordered me to come here for questioning. If you confess and show leniency, the magistrate promises to spare you the death penalty.”

Yang Zhenzhen violently raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and wailed, “Really?”

Xu Qi’an nodded, “Seriously.”

Seeing that he finally shook Yang Zhenzhen’s mind, Xu Qi’an immediately opened the door and greeted the parishioners waiting at the door to come in and make a statement.

Yang Zhenzhen’s psychological defense was broken, and she told the truth one by one.

However, contrary to what Xu Qi’an has just said, Yang Zhenzhen’s and Zhang Xian’s case is summarized as a shift from “Stepchildren, please behave yourself” to “Deadbeat, do you think I’m too old”.

As the saying goes, a moment’s pleasure in cheating can lead to the cremation of the whole family. That night, after the incident, father and son clashed, and Zhang Xian killed his old man with a vase.

In order to get off the hook, he and Yang Zhenzhen tampered with the confession and committed the murder in disguise as thieves.

Unfortunately, the two were ordinary people, not professionals, with too many loopholes, and they also encountered Xu Qi’an as a hangman.

After making a statement, Xu Qi’an and the parish priest left the forbidden room.

The old hall minister who had worked in the county office for more than twenty years was convinced by Xu Qi’an’s tawdry maneuvering, “It’s a good thing to be treated with respect, I’ve worked in the county office for half my life and have never encountered a case examined by you in this manner.”

The Prisoner’s Dilemma is a well-worn trope ….. It’s only you ancient people who make a fuss about it. Xu Qi’an waved his hand, “Sculpture.”

He chose to use Yang Zhenzhen as a breakthrough because he bullied her into not knowing the law, and having long hair and short knowledge best describes the women of this era.

When the county magistrate examined the case just now, Xu Qi’an observed it for a long time and realized that Yang Zhenzhen’s character was weak and had no initiative.

So there was this idea.

He just lied to Yang Zhenzhen, according to the law of Dabong, adultery and murder of the husband, the woman will be executed by lynching, and the adulterer will be beheaded. It is impossible to avoid the death penalty.

In this case, the one who committed murder was Zhang Xian, patricide, and lynching. Xu Qi’an had no opinion on how a patricidal brute should die, he just felt that Yang Zhenzhen was an accessory and his crime was not punishable by death.

That, in turn, clashed with the view of the law he had cultivated in his previous life.

“Every era has its rules, and conforming to the general trend is the way to survive.” Xu Qi’an told himself in his heart.

Caught off guard by seeing Yang Zhenzhen’s confession, Zhang Xian was no longer able to defend himself and confessed in despair.

Xu Qi’an took the two confessions and went to the inner hall.

Magistrate Zhu was holding a tea cup in his left hand and a volume in his right, looking down, when he saw Xu Qi’an come in, he put down the book and the tea, “How was it?”

Xu Qi’an placed the two confessions on the table, “Fortunately.”

Magistrate Zhu immediately grabbed the confession, shook the paper, and after carefully reviewing it, he slapped the case and raged, “Asshole, asshole!”

Old Zhu felt that his bookish outlook had been challenged.

After his anger, he looked at Xu Qi’an again, and his impression of this brat was as good as it could be.

“Ning Banquet, this official will take credit for your good skills.”

“It’s all because Your Excellency taught me well, and I’ve learned some minor tricks by ear.” Xu Qi’an threw a rainbow fart over.

County Magistrate Zhu looked pleased.

……

At the beginning of the Shen Dynasty, when the duty was dispersed, Sheriff Wang said that he would treat the guests to a drink, and went to the tavern with eight fast men from the Fast Squad.

Silverborne prices were stable, and a penny of silver could be enough to book a hearty dinner at a large tavern. Not to mention a tavern.

Because of the divine reasoning and the even more screaming interrogation, Xu Qi’an became the protagonist, and even Sheriff Wang asked him for advice on the interrogation process.

“That woman has a soft character and can’t withstand being scared, it’s really no big deal.” Xu Qi’an was old and oily, never exaggerating himself, not detached from the masses. But the king’s constable and his colleagues were very enjoyable to listen to, feeling that they had opened the door to a new world.

Attentively, he toasted Xu Qi’an.

After three rounds of wine, the topic of conversation among the great lords inevitably turned to the green houses and hookahs and these places.

In this regard, Sheriff Wang became the protagonist. He patted Xu Qi’an’s shoulder, “Ning Banquet, today I’ll take you to the hookah to have a good time.”

The guys laughed ambiguously, all knowing that Xu Qi’an was a fledgling.

“Chief are you buying?”

“It’s several dollars of silver.” Sheriff Wang refused.

No treat …. Xu Qi’an said in a deep voice, “I am not such a person.”

If I break my body, I won’t be able to reach the Qi Practicing Realm in my life.

When it came to the traditional culture of the green house, it contained quite a deep knowledge. Xu Qi’an listened intently and summarized in his mind:

Hooker houses are brothels for the common people …. Green houses are more upscale, and their clientele is rich merchants and dignitaries …. Isn’t this a hair salon and club.

In the Dafeng Dynasty, when it comes to the culture of greenhouses, it is absolutely impossible to bypass the Department of Education.

“The women in the Department of Correctional Services are really pretty,” exclaimed Sheriff Wang, “They’re all dependents of criminal officials, and they’re all so fine and tender that they can be pinched out of water.”

“At the beginning of the year, my old brother I went inside with the county chancellor to play. By chance, I have seen Miss Floating Fragrance, with her flowery face ….” A stunning look appeared on Sheriff Wang’s face.

“Who is the Floating Fragrance girl.” Xiao Li asked, “Chief, did you sleep with her.”

“Floating Fragrance is the Flower Leader of the Department of Education, if I didn’t already have a benefactor that night, I would have already slept with her.” Sheriff Wang blew moneyless cowhide.

“How much silver for a night’s sleep?” Xu Qi’an’s heart fluttered.

“Thirty taels.”

Xu Qi’an grabbed him a handful of peanuts, “Chief, eat some peanuts, look how drunk you are.”

Thirty taels of silver can buy several little ladies to play at home by themselves …. Bah, the only constant human inferiority from time immemorial is to inflate X price!

You’d have to be out of your mind to sleep with a flower girl.