Chapter 62: Not handsome, but full of so-called masculinity
Inside the dark and forbidding corridor of Huaiyang Prison.
Ye Qing walked for a walk, revisiting the old place, which filled his eyes with sadness.
Not long ago, he was a prisoner here.
Now.
Ye Qing, who was wearing the black clothes of a prison official, walked briskly.
Behind the iron gate of the prison.
A solitary figure sat in front of a square table, peeling peanut shells slowly.
Then he throws the crunchy peanuts into his mouth one by one. After more than ten years of practice, every peanut falls into his mouth accurately.
Kaka!
The crisp sound of chewing covered up the sound of footsteps approaching quickly in the corridor.
"Old Zhao, you are worthy of your honor this time." Wang Liu greeted warmly.
After not seeing each other for a few days, the two people, who both came from a family of jailers, could be said to have gone their separate ways.
Zhao Wu, whose face was flushed with alcohol, looked at Wang Liu's black clothes with complicated eyes.
Then, his eyes fell on Ye Qing, who was also dressed in black, and his eyes were even more incomprehensible.
Snap!
After patting away the flakes on his palms, Zhao Wu raised his right foot and stepped on the bench under his buttocks.
Wang Liu, who was about to sit down, stood up again with some embarrassment.
Zhao Wu glanced at Wang Liu with his drunken eyes, and put his right arm on his raised right leg. He said with three parts mockery, three parts alienation and four parts loneliness:
"Oh, there are only ten jailers in Huaiyang, and five of them have been imprisoned. No new people have come, and you have been promoted. Can't I just guard it by myself?"
"You are familiar with the prison. If you want to interrogate whomever you want, you can find them yourself."
After that, Zhao Wu poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
The clear yellow wine spilled from the corner of his mouth and soaked into the stone slabs covered with blood and mud at his feet.
Wang Liu put his hand on Zhao Wu's back, patted it gently, and sighed:
"Old Zhao, are you dissatisfied with me for running away?"
"How dare you? You are now a subordinate in the prison cell, and I am just a little jailer. If you think so much about me, I can get up and give you a kiss to prove my feelings."
Zhao Wu, whose face was filled with ridicule, stumbled to his feet, clasped his fists and bowed in salute, and then even knelt down towards Wang Liu.
This move instantly ignited Wang Liu's anger.
Before the other party could kneel down, he kicked Zhao Wu angrily and knocked him down.
He leaned over and grabbed the other person's wine-stained collar, stared into the other person's drunken and blurred eyes, and growled:
"You bastard got drunk, didn't you?"
"I am Wang Liu, your brother, why are you so embarrassed by me?"
"What's the matter, I escaped from this dark prison, why don't you see me?"
Zhao Liu, who said nothing, just curled his lips in disdain, slapped Wang Liu's hand away, and rested his head on the dirty stone slab.
The depressed and decadent Wang Liu slapped the other party and cursed in a low voice:
"Mud can't hold up a wall!"
"Thanks to my relationship, I want you to be the prison boss!"
Seeing that the other party was snoring and fell asleep drunk, Wang Liu, who was sullen in his heart, slapped the other party again, then took off the key from Zhao Wu's waist, stood up, and looked at the side, eyes and nose, nose and nose.
Ye Qing, heartbroken, apologized:
"I'm telling you a joke."
At this time, Ye Qing shook his head slightly and said:
"It's okay, Brother Wang, why don't you let him sober up first? That way you can tell him those things."
As he spoke, Ye Qing pointed to the wooden barrel filled with water in the execution cell.
"We'll talk later. I'll take you to see Wang Datou first."
Wang Liu, who looked gloomy, kicked Zhao Wu, who was on the ground like a puddle of mud, and walked towards the depths of the prison.
Ye Qing glanced at Zhao Wu who was in a puddle of mud, sighed, and quickly followed.
In front of the dark prison cell.
After leading the way, Wang Liu quickly turned back.
Ye Qing, who was holding the key, used the faint yellow light emitted by the large oil lamp hanging in the corridor to see the embarrassed figure huddled on the dirty straw mat in the cell.
"Wang Datou?"
The tentative inquiry made the figure that seemed to be sleeping soundly move in an instant.
The jingling chains quickly arrived in front of the cage.
"Sir, I was wrongly accused. Please redress the injustice for the little one. The little one is innocent. The little man did not kill anyone."
On the thick black eyebags of Wang's head were a pair of bloodshot eyes, filled with unwillingness and begging.
When he saw that the person calling his name looked so young and handsome, Wang Datou was stunned.
Then he saw Ye Qing, dressed in black clothes of a prison cell, holding a long string of cell keys in his hand, staring at him with even more fierce eyes.
He bent his knees, knelt down, and kowtowed:
"I beg the adults to redress the grievances of the minor ones."
During this period, Ye Qing looked at Wang Datou carefully.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a Chinese character face. Even though his face is dirty now, he still gives people a strong and strong look.
The loose and open prison uniform revealed Wang's muscular figure.
No wonder Zhou Shikui's wife, Zhou Yang, committed adultery with Wang Datou.
According to the words of his previous life, this man was not handsome, but he was full of so-called masculine charm.
Ye Qing said: "I am here just to review the case. You should stay back."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir. Please retreat now, don't dare to offend your Majesty."
Wang Datou, who was overwhelmed with joy, hurriedly moved back on his knees.
Wow!
Ye Qing opened the copper lock, removed the iron chain of the cell door, stepped into the cell, and felt several maggots popping out of his soles.
A stronger fishy stench hit his nostrils, and it was even dirtier than the cell he stayed in before.
However, all this did not make Ye Qing frown and feel disgusted.
He stood half a foot in front of Wang Datou, took out the file from his arms, and asked seriously:
"Raise your head and look directly at me. Remember, you should answer whatever I ask."
"Yes, sir."
"I would like to ask you, when you were fighting with Zhou Shikui, was Zhou Yang protecting you or Zhou Shikui?"
Wang Datou, who had a sincere face, replied without thinking:
"Lord Qi, no one is protecting Zhou Yang, just standing behind the young one."
Ye Qing, who could barely see clearly the two confessions recorded in the file through the dim light, frowned slightly and continued to ask:
"Who is stronger between you and Zhou Shikui?"
"The younger one is much weaker than Zhou. As his name suggests, he has a weak kidney and a weak body. The younger one is a butcher. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the younger one to seduce Zhou Yang."
"When you were fighting with Zhou Shikui, did you ever bring disaster to the Zhou Yang family?"
"The disaster was here. When Zhou Shikui beat Xiao Xiao, he saw that Zhou Yang didn't help him. In anger, he resisted Xiao Xiao's punches, rushed to Zhou Yang, and beat him."
Asked this.
Ye Qing used the nail of his index finger to mark three places on the confession file.
He put away the file, looked at Wang Datou with no strange expression, and finally asked:
"You stood up to give me a sign. How did Zhou Yang get pushed down?"
Ding-dang-dang!
Wang Datou quickly stood up, first bowed towards Ye Qing with his fists clasped, and asked anxiously:
"Your Majesty, I am atoning for my sins. I am so bold and want to take advantage of Your Majesty's position to make a gesture. Do you agree?"
Ye Qing nodded.
"I've offended my lord, please stand at the door." Wang Datou breathed a sigh of relief.
The prison cell is compared to the bedroom where the crime occurred.
Ye Qing, who returned to the cell door, quickly focused his eyes on the northeast corner.
Wang Datou lowered his head and searched for a moment, then stood in the middle of the cell near the southwest corner.
As he waved his hand, the chain made a crisp sound.
Wang Datou said: "Sir, the door of this cell faces north, which is the same direction as the bedroom where the crime occurred."
"The place where you are standing is where Zhou Shikui first started fighting with me. The place where I am standing is the southwest corner of the bed, where Zhou Yang finally died."
After saying that, Wang Da took two steps forward, three steps away from Ye Qing, and then continued to gesture:
"Before Zhou Yang's death, Xiao and Zhou Shikui fought here, and Zhou Yang was right behind Xiao."
Then, Wang Datou took two steps towards his left side, that is, in the southeast direction:
"Zhou Shikui resisted Xiao's two punches and pushed Xiao, who staggered and stood here."
"Then Zhou Shikui rushed up and beat Zhou Yang. When the younger one stepped forward to pull Zhou Shikui, he pushed Zhou Yang hard, causing him to fall backwards and hit the back of his head on the southwest corner of the bed.
Died violently."
Ye Qing, who had simulated the general scene in his mind, pondered for a few moments, nodded and said:
"Okay, I already know this. Just stay here. I will take you to the scene tomorrow to prove it again with Zhou Shiqi."
After saying that, Ye Qing turned around and walked out of the cell.
As he locked the cell door.
Boom, boom, boom!
A dull voice sounded from inside the cell.
Wang Datou kowtowed and said gratefully and sincerely:
"Thank you, Sir, for your willingness to redress the injustice of this little one. You are my reborn parent. Thank you, Sir, for my little one!"
The person who answered him was Ye Qing's tall figure who turned around and left in silence.