After the immortal disappeared

"Who is that?"

"Logically, it's your subordinate."

"I haven't heard of it and don't recognize it."

Here comes the key question: "It's not your fault, so who forced you to confess it?"

"The day after I was put in jail, someone came in and brought my son's toy to force me to confess." Fu Songhua said, "If I refused to admit it, my son would die. The toy was made by me. I could tell at a glance recognize."

He exhaled and said in frustration: "Assassinating Zhang Guangyi was a capital crime in the past. A few more charges are not that big of a deal. How many times can one life be divided? As long as they don't hurt my son."

He Lingchuan comforted him in time: "Your son is safe in my hands now."

Uh, why does this sound a little wrong?

Fu Songhua also twitched his face.

"Isn't this person Zhongsun Mou?"

"No!" Fu Songhua shook his head, "I don't recognize him."

As expected.

"Then, this man gave me a confession." He continued, "He said that I would go to Lingxu City for trial, and that I would have to memorize the confession thoroughly, without making any mistakes."

"Is there anyone else in the cell at that time? The cell leader or other inmates?"

"No, it was a death row, and I was the only one in jail. The man left after I recited my confession. I didn't hear him talking to anyone else, but there was the sound of keys at the door, the sound of... a big bunch of keys swinging , someone should open the door for him; after another half day, I was taken to the inn and detained by the inspector."

"This man wants you to admit to being a spy and take the charge of attacking and killing the messenger?"

"Yes, all the details were fabricated for me." Fu Songhua smiled bitterly, "To be honest, I can barely remember those confessions. It's too cumbersome."

He Lingchuan took out the paper and pen prepared in advance from the storage ring: "Write down the confession."

He personally polished Fu Songhua's ink.

Until now, Fu Songhua has not given up and his writing is flying.

After more than a quarter of an hour, he stopped writing: "It's done."

There are six large sheets of white paper, all filled with small characters.

"Write down what happened to you these past few days."

Fu Songhua wrote another half piece of paper.

Then he bit his fingers again and stamped each one with a blood seal.

He Lingchuan gave a thumbs up: "You have a really good memory." He dried the ink stains and put the paper in his arms, "Remember, don't say we did this."

He rented this room in advance just for this reason.

"In addition, you also know that I am here to handle the murder case of the Lingxu City messenger. You may not be related to the white-shouldered eagle, but you may have some connections with the real culprit behind the scenes."

Fu Songhua's face changed slightly and he sighed: "After saying so much, you still don't believe me."

"It has nothing to do with trust. This kind of intersection may not even be clear to you yourself. Otherwise, there are so many people hiding their identities in Bai Shaqian, why did they choose you?"

"I……"

"The intelligence we collected elsewhere points directly to the northwest of Baishaqiang. In other words, the real murderer may be living around you."

Fu Songhua thought about it and said, "You mean, the real murderer also lives in the northwest of the city, but all the evidence was tailor-made for me?"

"They should have recognized you as a fugitive prisoner a long time ago, but they didn't report it, so that one day the crime would be discovered, they would blame all the trouble on you and use you as a scapegoat!" He Lingchuan also read Fu Songhua's confession. , the evidence given by the person behind the scenes was so rigorous that even he was frightened after reading it, and there was no doubt that the final destination was Fu Songhua.

If he hadn't been a witness to this incident, he would have believed it just by looking at the confession.

In this way, the criminals and physical evidence are sent north together, and it may not be easy for the chief inquisitor far away in the capital to find flaws.

Besides, Fu Songhua had a criminal record and a record of being a spy, so he could easily be nailed as the main culprit.

He Lingchuan knew very well that if you want a lie to look seamless, you may have to cover it up with a hundred lies.

This is a systematic project, which is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and may even cost lives.

Therefore, the designation of Fu Songhua as the scapegoat was not a whim, but a long-term plan.

"Do you know all the powerful and wealthy people who live in the northwest of the city?"

"I know." Fu Songhua is a fugitive, and it is necessary to recognize his surroundings. "There are seventeen powerful families, mainly officials from Chiyan, but also celebrities from other demon kingdoms and even Lingxu City; rich people But there are more, forty-seven, scattered all over the place. There are ordinary businessmen like me, and there are also some big officials and businessmen."

Wherever the "top people" are located, local officials and businessmen, big and small, will gather there to facilitate the exchange of people and work.

Besides, being able to live in a wealthy area is a status symbol.

"There are too many suspects, can you help me filter out some?" He Lingchuan asked him, "Who do you think they will be?"

Fu Songhua thought for a long time and shook his head:

"I didn't have any in-depth communication with anyone."

"Okay, then..."

Fu Songhua suddenly remembered some details: "But the person who asked me to confess had a square face, thick eyebrows, and was in his early thirties."

He Lingchuan said unceremoniously: "People who are half white and slender look like this."

"The face was indeed ordinary, but I found some pollen on the brim of his hat. At that time, a mouse jumped in from the window, which startled him. He held up his hat and a few pollen fell to the ground. Later I went Picked it up."

He Lingchuan waited, knowing that he would not make a mistake.

"That's the pollen of oleander." Fu Songhua said slowly, "There are many white oleanders, but they all grow on the east bank of the Blue Lake."

"The Blue Lake is in the northwest corner of the white sand?"

"right."

He Lingchuan nodded: "Write to me the powerful families living in the east of Hudong. It's best to draw a map to mark them."

Fu Songhua did so.

His painting skills are on par with He Lingchuan's, and they are both soul painters. The so-called "Blue Lake" in his painting is just a flat circle, with a corner missing on the upper left, and the surrounding houses are also circles. Circle, only the last name is marked in the circle.

The important thing is the position, the position, don't worry about the details.

"Yes, there are more than sixty suspects, and there are probably only twenty-two left at once." He Lingchuan said with a smile, "You really saved me some trouble."

"Twenty-two is not a small number. How do you check it?"

"Let's talk again."

Fu Songhua put down his pen and said: "My son..."

He Lingchuan comforted him: "After you are cleared of being a spy, you can see him."

Fu Songhua asked suspiciously: "You contradicted the inspector simply to help me get away with it, right?"

"Of course not." He Lingchuan patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be so sentimental."

"By the way. Why did you want to assassinate Zhang Guangyi in the first place?" At least this serious crime was confirmed, and Fu Songhua did not deny it.

"When he was an official in our local area, he killed the entire village, including my parents and uncles. I didn't expect that such a person could rise all the way up. If God doesn't accept him, I will accept him!" At this point, Fu Songhua looked complicated, " I originally thought I could run around day by day, but the officials never caught up with me. Instead, it was General Hong Chenglue and General Hong who suffered from me. Later, I unexpectedly had a son, alas..."

He looked at He Lingchuan and was a little curious: "How did you find my son?"

"You often go to Salun Town on the pretext of buying paint, and you always stay in the same inn. Then I will send someone to inquire around the inn to see if there is any beautiful, wealthy widow within a mile or two of the inn, with nine children at home. A boy under 20 years old. Well, you were not married when you started running away."

"Such specific conditions can be screened out quickly."

Fu Songhua asked curiously: "How do you know that the child's mother is beautiful and also a widow?"

"How can you want something if you're not beautiful? Besides, rich women are generally not that ugly."

"..."

"Would you allow her to take your baby, spend your money, and sleep with other men?" He Lingchuan smiled, "She must be a widow, at least on the surface."

"...Why do you still have to have money?"

"You are born in a rural area, don't you know what kind of situation a young poor widow is in a small town and what kind of scandals she will encounter?" He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows, "Money is the best and simplest barrier."

Fu Songhua was stunned for a long time, and then sighed: "Awesome... I did hire a few monsters to serve as guardians for her, but they can only stop the rough guys in the town, but they can't stop you caring people."

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The special envoy of Chiyan Kingdom had already left with the wind, and Lu Dutong also clasped his fists at Zhongsun Mou and said, "I'm sorry, we are also on official business."

Then he left the inn with the Chiyan soldiers and rushed to the county government office in a hurry.

County Magistrate Bai Shaqian did not dare to stay and left with them.

The yard was suddenly empty, except for the broken door, mud and branches that had been trampled on, and the other tenants peeking out.

Zhong Sunmou's face was ashen, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out.

Where did Fu Shanyue find such subordinates? They messed around and disrupted all the plans.

He ordered the guards to guard the door, then entered the inner room, closed the doors and windows, walked to the basin stand, and threw a light blue crystal into the wash water.

This substance dissolves in water and dyes the entire basin of water blue.

Zhongsun Mou recited a few words silently and stretched out his hand to stir the water.

When the water calmed down again, the water became colorless again, but the reflection in the basin was not Zhongsun Mou.

That's another face.

This water mirror technique allows Zhongsun Mou to communicate with others within ten miles for a short period of time. Although there are various restrictions and the duration is only thirty breaths, it is safer and more secretive.

There was a goshawk perched on a high branch far outside the house, staring at it with bright eyes, but Zhongsun Mou didn't even leave the door.

He said to the person in the mirror: "A special envoy from Fushanyue appeared on the way, persuaded Fu Songhua to retract his confession, and kidnapped this person. Now he is sent to the county government for retrial. We must pursue the messenger case to the end."

Time was precious and he spoke very quickly.

The person in the mirror was shocked: "How could you let me!"

"He mobilized nearby troops. It won't be that easy anymore."

If he were in Lingxu City, Zhongsun Mou could kill that little bastard a hundred times; but in Baishaqiang, with only a dozen guards around him, no one is really strong in terms of fists.

As for the identity of the inspector, if the other party is willing to kill him afterwards, what if he doesn't recognize it?