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Yu Kaiyuan looked solemn, "Yang Xiulan, what you said is just speculation, is there any evidence?" Since no body was found, it can only be said to be missing, not dead. Maybe these people went out to hide from debts, or were with some bandits. The nest is joined.

"No!" Yang Xiuyuan was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood. She hated Shen Qing's indifference, and she also hated the parent officer above. Didn't he say he had received money?Why do we need to get to the bottom of things? Shouldn't Shen Qing be put in jail, first detained for ten days and a half, and then dragged out and interrogated again. If she doesn't admit it, shouldn't she be imprisoned again, interrogated again, and so on?

Madam Song also felt something was wrong. This was completely different from what the man said!
Yu Kaiyuan nodded, thinking like a mirror, no matter whether this girl named Shen Qing killed the person, there is no evidence, there is no evidence. If he decides this small case randomly, it will be silent. The above is also a troublesome matter, and you may have to spend money to settle it.

Both sides are small people, so he can't afford to spend money and lose face for such a trivial matter.

Mr. Yu is very careful with his abacus and even more precise in his mind.

"There are many doubts about this case. Let's suppress them for now. Someone will come and take them down and hold them separately."

It is still necessary to close the case. Either one party admits that he committed the murder, or the other party admits that he made a false accusation and withdraws the complaint.

"Sir!" Shen Qing didn't want to be imprisoned, nor did she want the case to drag on any longer. She couldn't afford it. She couldn't afford it.

Seeing that she seemed anxious, Mrs. Song was secretly happy.

Yu Kaiyuan frowned, "What else do you have to say?"

Shen Qingfei said quickly: "Sir, the daughter of the people wants to accuse Lady Song of false accusation!"

Yu Kaiyuan glanced outside. It started to rain again. Rainy days are the best time to have a drink. "Are you okay?"

"No."

"How can I take your case without a complaint?" Yu Kaiyuan waved his hand and motioned for the officer to drag her down.

When Shen Qing saw the county magistrate hurriedly wanting to leave the court, he knew that there was no chance today and could only let the government officials take them down.

On the way to the prison, Mrs. Song was very proud, "Huh! You have today, you are in the prison, but you don't want to get out again!"

Shen Qing ignored her, thinking about how to get away cleanly.

What I fear the most is this kind of confused official. They will interrogate you today and question you tomorrow. They don’t care if you are innocent or not, but they will lock you up for now.

The government officials were also happy because they could get benefits from their families.

The county magistrate is even more happy, waiting for someone to send money to his door!
This is a happy situation. When the case is squeezed out, the case can be closed.

Shen Qing scolded the old man several times in his heart.

The officer was not too bad, so he did not push them into the male prisoners. Instead, he found a row of cells with fewer prisoners, picked two adjacent cells, and locked them in.

Luo Qin casually looked at the prison of Pingchuan County. There was a shabby bed covered with dark straw, which was so damp that it was about to rot. If it were suddenly opened, it would probably startle the little mouse sleeping underneath.

There was a dark barrel in the corner, which smelled terrible. Apart from that, there was nothing else in the cell.

Even though Yang Xiulan came from a poor family, such an environment was beyond her expectation.

She clung to the cell door, refusing to take a step inside.

Madam Song was obviously no stranger to such an environment. She rummaged around inside for a while, pulled out some relatively clean straw, spread it against the cell door, and then sat down, "Just make do with it! I don't know if I have to lock it up." How many days!”

Yang Xiulan collapsed a little, "Didn't you say that I can go home as long as I pass the court and ask the Master? Why do I have to be locked up now? I want to go home, I want to go home!"

She started crying, missing home so much.Mrs. Song huddled on the haystack and said lazily: "You can discuss with the person next door. As long as she admits to killing my son, you can go out and go home."

Yang Xiulan seemed to have found the direction and suddenly grabbed the wooden fence excitedly, "Shen Qing! Shen Qing, you owe our family your life. If you want to pay back, just admit it! I know you must have killed Zheng Bo. You are the one who killed me." , On the surface, you look harmless to humans and animals, but I just know that your hands must be stained with blood. Please plead guilty! I won’t chop off your head. At most... at most, you can spend some money, and you can still get out. ! Think about my brother, I am the only one left in our family now. If something happens to me, my parents will go crazy, and they will go to your sister to fight for her! "

While she was yelling blindly, Luo Qin waved to the prison guard and spent a couple of silver dollars to get a mat filled with clean straw, enough for the two of them to sit on. He also replaced it with a clean toilet and the room was renovated. Cleaned.

No matter where you are, money is everything.

These prison bosses rely on the money used by prisoners to make money for drinking!

Yang Xiulan shouted for a long time, but there was still no sound from the next door.

Mrs. Song also listened with her ears pricked up, and had to sigh, this girl Shen Qing is really calm.

Shen Qing was of course not able to remain calm. She was wondering, who exactly did Madam Song get help from, and who was the person behind her?

Could it be her aunt?
I heard that Mrs. Song is working in the Wen family, is it the Wen family?

But she hasn’t met the Wen family yet!

Of course, she had never doubted Su Jing, it was just a joke before.

Even if it was to see how many meals she cooked for him, he wouldn't use such despicable means to deal with her.

Yang Xiulan was tired of scolding and sat down helplessly.

At noon, a prison guard came over with a bucket to deliver meals.

What good food could it be?
I could smell the rancid smell from far away.

Shen Qing asked Luo Qin, "Should we eat?"

Luo Qin shook his head, "Don't eat. It's not a joke if you get a bad stomach. You won't die if you starve for a few meals."

Shen Qing understood what she meant. They didn't expect to escape prison anyway, so just stay hungry!
Mrs. Song and Yang Xiulan didn't eat either. It was too rancid and they didn't have a bowl, so they poured it into the trough outside the door, like feeding pigs.

The prison head serving the meal smiled meaningfully and said, "If you don't eat this meal, you will have to eat it someday."

yes!When you're extremely hungry, you don't care whether the rice is rotten or not.

The night was cold and damp, and Luo Qin and Shen Qing cuddled up together. Fortunately, before they came in, Luo Qin bought some old clothes from the street, just in case.

The two people next door did not have such foresight.

Mrs. Song, whose clothes were not thick, was trembling and hugging herself into a ball, as was Yang Xiulan.

After a day of hard work, I thought I would go to court to ask about the case again this morning, but no, there was no movement at all.

Madam Song was confused, "Why doesn't anyone come to interrogate us?"

If no one is brought to trial, how long will they have to wait here?How can we survive here without hope?

After all, Yang Xiulan was just a little girl who had never experienced any big storms. She was also anxious. Like Mrs. Song, she lay beside the fence and stretched her neck to look at the entrance.