Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

At noon, the county magistrate of Zhimaguan, who was dispatched to the town, was having a headache.

He sat on the teacher's chair, pressed his temples, stroked his mustache, and sighed.

There's been so much trouble lately.

First, because there was a bully in the town, relying on the wealth and wealth of his family, he hired several vicious thugs to protect himself, and he began to bully the good people all day long.

Although the magistrate wanted to do something for the common people, he was just a small magistrate, and he had just taken office.

The second is because yesterday, an appalling thing happened in the town: the second girl of the Su family was killed!

Fortunately, the murderer has already subverted the law, and the county magistrate felt that he really should go to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and let the Bodhisattva bless him not to affect his career because of this incident.

The magistrate sighed again and again, and a domestic servant trotted over and said that there was a son outside the mansion who wanted to see the magistrate.

"Master? What kind of master?" The county magistrate stood up in confusion, and as he walked towards the gate of the mansion, he asked the servants who were following him.

"Like someone from heaven!" The servant gave a thumbs up.

County magistrate: "…"

The county magistrate reached out his hand and greeted the servant with a merciless head: "It's okay to read more books."

"Hey! Okay, sir." The servant rubbed his head and replied embarrassingly, he suddenly remembered something, clenched his fists and beat his palms, "That's right! What did the young master say he is."

The county magistrate groaned in his heart, looked at the servant with round eyes, and asked, "What?"

The servant thought for a while and then remembered: "Oh! I remember! He said he was a patrol! Inspector! Envoy!"

The county magistrate sucked in a breath of cold air, rolled his eyes, and almost hiccupped.

"Hey! Master, what's wrong with you?!" The servant hurriedly supported the magistrate and pinched him.

The county magistrate slowed down, ran with all his feet, and ran to the gate of the mansion, but the servants couldn't catch up: "Hey! My lord! I was about to cry that you died young, but why did you suddenly return to light!"

The county magistrate ran to the gate of the mansion, sorted out his official uniform, took a deep breath, and walked out the gate.

In front of the red lacquer gate, two stone lions that are not angry and arrogant are showing their teeth and claws toward the street. Next to the stone steps of the mansion, a young man in white with a suitcase is leading a horse. rubbed the young man's palm.

Hearing the movement, the young man in white turned around.

Only then did the magistrate know that the servant was right.

The young man has a handsome face, a handsome appearance, a majestic appearance, a heroic spirit and handsomeness. The county magistrate is not confused, and it is the first time that he has seen such an extraordinary person.

When the county magistrate was stunned, the young man took off his waist card without saying a word and handed it over.

The waist plate is inlaid with gold characters, inscribed: Inspector, Yan Shu.

"My lord!" The county magistrate was sweating coldly, and he hurriedly folded his hands and bowed down, "I hope you will forgive me if I miss you."

"Nothing." The young man in white said slowly, his expression indifferent, "I am doing business according to the order, I passed by this place by chance, and I stayed for a few nights, and I was disturbed."

"Don't harass, don't harass, adults are willing to patronize the humble house, it's really bright!" The county magistrate said repeatedly.

Yan Shu nodded, reluctant to talk nonsense.

The county magistrate quickly ordered Yan Shu's horse to be taken to the stable, and repeatedly instructed to take good care of it, and then led Yan Shu to the main hall.

"I heard..." While walking, Yan Shu spoke suddenly, so frightened that the magistrate almost didn't catch his breath.

"I heard that a girl was killed here yesterday, and her death was tragic?" Yan Shu asked indifferently.

"That's right." The magistrate wiped the sweat from his forehead, and while feeling sad about his career, he replied, "But my lord, the prisoner has already been caught. When I report the matter to the Ministry of Punishment, I will take him to Beijing, after the autumn. Ask about beheading."

Yan Shu stopped and looked at the magistrate: "Can you hand the prisoner over to me?"

The magistrate was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Of course!"

The inspector belongs to the Ministry of Punishment, and this is not beyond the rules.

Yan Shu asked again, "Excuse me, do you have a house in a remote area with no one around? A firewood house will do."

The county magistrate was full of confusion, but still said: "There is a shack for livestock in the southwest courtyard of my mansion, but it leaks rain and air, and it smells very fishy."

Yan Shu nodded: "It's just right. During the days I'm staying temporarily, please lend me this place, and tell the servants and servants not to go there."

"Okay, my lord, I will make it clear." The magistrate nodded again and again.

"By the way, is there a well near the shack?" Yan Shu asked.

The county magistrate nodded and asked one more question in confusion: "Yes, but the well has been abandoned for many years, and it is very laborious to pump water. I wonder what is the use of the well?"

"Get water." Yan Shu said lightly, "wash away the blood."