He turned his head away and drowsily adjusted his sleeping position from lying on his back to a more comfortable side position. He rested his head on one arm and continued to doze freely.
His butt was in severe pain, and it was obvious that someone had kicked him hard. He opened his eyes suddenly, and everything in front of him was completely black. He could only vaguely see a face with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks dangling, and a drop or two of saliva dripped on his face.
Who? Wang Lin was startled, subconsciously sat up and gasped.
What the hell is this place?
A strong stench mixed with various rotten smells hit him, almost killing him. He immediately held his breath and quickly touched his waist with his right hand, but only touched the hard iliac bone.
Where's the gun?!
As his eyes adapted to the dim environment, his field of vision gradually became brighter. He finally saw the surrounding situation clearly. There was no soft leather sofa under him anymore, but damp withered grass. Behind him, there was a row of wooden railings as thick as a sea bowl, and above his head there were
A skylight as big as a millstone casts in moonlight as pale as frost and snow.
He was shocked. It seemed that it was actually a prison cell?!
What followed was a blur in his mind. He stayed on guard for three consecutive days and nights to arrest the serial murder suspect who was on the Interpol Red Notice. As a result, he was in a state of near collapse physically and mentally.
Flustered and short of breath, in order to avoid sudden death or myocardial infarction, he was urged by his subordinates to go into the office and take a short nap.
result……
"You look so elegant, are you the reincarnation of Thunder God? The snoring sound is like thunder, it makes me dizzy."
Vaguely, he saw a small, skinny young man in front of him, with a roe-headed head and a rat-like eyes. He was complaining with two smeared beards on his face. He slowly slipped back to the corner, sat down and leaned against the wall, holding a piece of weed in his mouth.
Wang Lin was stunned.
The criminal police captain who strictly enforces the law was arrested and thrown into prison. Is this a dream?
He clutched a handful of dead grass with his hands like a life-saving straw. At this moment, his mind exploded, as if someone had thrown a huge rock into it, stirring up a stormy sea. Huge amounts of information were flowing, and chaotic emotions were like a raging fire. He
I saw a figure with clear features swaying in the flames, and then disappeared into ashes in a blink of an eye.
Great Song Dynasty, the first year of Chonghe.
Early April.
Dongping Mansion, Qinghe County Dalao!!!
Wang Lin's mouth twitched slightly, as he actually traveled through time. However, compared with the increasing number of senior time travellers in recent years, his start was indeed a bit special.
He is a native of Shandong who works along the coast. He has the same name as this 19-year-old poor scholar from Qinghe County, and his life experience is very similar. His family fell into decline after both his parents died. The difference is that he graduated from the Criminal Police Academy and entered the police force and grew up rapidly. The poor scholar
Then he became a private school teacher for the Zhang family, a wealthy family in the county.
Sure enough, the historical cycles of "a talented man matches a beautiful woman" and "a poor scholar often has an affair" are unbreakable. Not long after the affectionate and handsome teacher came to the Zhang family, he fell in love with the master's beautiful maid, and the good days came to an end.
In fact, Lang Qing and his concubine had only been together for two days, and they didn't have time to do anything. At most, they held hands and sent two love poems, and then Zhang Dahu, who was very angry, beat her with a stick.
Poverty limited his imagination. The poor scholar had no idea what kind of taboo he had touched. The old squire thought about the taboo he had never obtained, thinking that he had secretly taken the lead. The nameless jealousy burned...
I was in a state of panic for several days.
As a result, a gold and silver treasure was lost in Zhang Da's family the next night. In fact, part of the package ended up in the pocket of Hu Zhen, the master of Qiangu in this county.
There will be an inevitable prison sentence.
However, he didn't suffer much. To be precise, the county magistrate was shocked. As soon as he said his usual harsh words of "If you don't punish me realistically, you will not be spared", the poor scholar raised his hands in fear of being beaten.
Too cowardly.
Wang Lin let out a deep breath, and the young lady with a peach blossom face, crescent-shaped eyebrows, slender waist, and fragrant hair naturally appeared in front of his eyes.
Her name is Pan Jinlian.
At this time, Ximen Qing was still far away in Yanggu County, and Pan Jinlian, who had just begun to fall in love, did not know Wu Dalang at all, and only had Wang Linlang in his heart.
My surname is Wang, and my neighbor is Wu Dalang?
It's really interesting... Wang Lin put his hand on his forehead. If he hadn't time traveled to replace him, he would probably never dare to provoke Pan Jinlian again even if he was released from prison. The former would still marry Wuhan University, and his established trajectory is so long.
The momentum is unstoppable.
And in less than two years, on a sunny afternoon, Pan Jinlian will still say: "Da Lang, you should take medicine."
…
This cell was dilapidated and dilapidated. Wang Lin was playing with a piece of dead grass, twisting it back and forth, calculating the current situation.
As a die-hard fan of Water Margin, a history buff and a modern law enforcement elite, he knows a lot about ancient law, especially the law of the Song Dynasty.
According to the "Song Xingtong" - county-level yamen can only sentence cases with a penalty of less than a cane (i.e. flogging, cane punishment), and for cases with a sentence of more than a prison sentence (i.e. imprisonment, exile, death penalty), the county only has the jurisdiction to hear cases
, and has no jurisdiction.
In other words, Qinghe County must first build a complete chain of evidence, which must not only include the suspect's confession, but also detailed witness, circumstantial evidence and various physical evidence that can withstand scrutiny, before it can submit it to Dongping Prefecture.
File the case file and wait for the judge's decision.
Since this was an unfounded case that was framed and operated behind closed doors, the county government had to fabricate a whole set of judicial documents for this purpose. The risk and cost of being exposed would be too high.
So, would the county magistrate take such a big risk to vent his personal anger for a mere evil gentry?
Wang Lin doesn't think so.
Therefore, he believes that there is a high possibility in this case that he will be detained for a period of time, which may be long or short, and will be left unsolved.
Of course, it is not ruled out that the big dog spends a lot of money and insists on framing him and convicting him at a high cost. This is the worst result. According to the criminal law of the Song Dynasty, non-petty theft crimes with a heavy emphasis on theft will be sentenced to several years in prison.
Migrate somewhere.
Although his life is not expected to be in danger, it is a big joke that the criminal police captain is in prison. In contrast, he is more worried that if he stays in prison for a long time, his young lover will most likely be taken over by a big dog...or
He threatened his peerless neighbor Wu Dalang to marry him.
Then it's green.
The verdict must be overturned, the sooner the better!
But overturning the case requires strength, or even being richer than the rich man. Wang Lin went through the memory of the poor scholar and found no connections in his family. Only his uncle Zhang Sheng, whom he had not seen for many years, lived in the neighboring Yuncheng County.
Xixi Village is a Baozheng, but I can’t even remember his appearance.
Do you expect a relative who is the village chief to come to the officialdom of Qinghe County to make money?
It's not just an idiot's dream, it's also a daydream.
But Wang Lin is not a poor scholar after all. What he is best at is looking for clues to break through in difficult situations. After thinking for a while, he remembered the other two people.
Maybe give it a try.
…
It's dawn.
Many cells on the left and right are empty. I don't know whether this means that the security situation in Qinghe County is not bad, or that the county magistrate is simply a fool.
The sound of kicking footsteps could be heard in the damp prison corridor.
An old prison guard in his fifties walked over slowly, his back bent.
Behind him was a slender and delicate girl, wearing a fitted blue skirt and a black veil.
It's her!
Wang Lin's breathing suddenly became rapid.
Even with his face covered, he could feel her charm up close, as well as the smoke and smoke of more than a thousand years wrapped around her.
The young lady knelt down and put down the bamboo basket in her hand.
The curves of the back and hips were round and graceful, and Wang Lin could clearly hear the throat twitching and swallowing of the deer-headed, rat-eyed dog behind him.
Wang Lin really wanted to slap this bitch to death.
"Linlang, Jinlian, I see you are here."
The little girl’s voice is like pearls falling on a jade plate.