At this moment, Liang Meng wanted to say, "Or, don't treat me as a living person."
But this was too unlucky and I couldn't say it. After much trouble, I still swallowed my anger and nodded.
In order to avoid disturbing Lao Kong, everyone retreated to the door and watched Ding Miao walk slowly over.
Bai Yue was thinking in his mind, and Jian Yu pulled her and pointed outside.
Outside the door, Xu Feiyang was back, holding something in his hand.
Jian Yu made a gesture to Xu Feiyang not speak out, and the two walked out together.
Xu Feiyang met Lin Yi and Xi Chubei who were guarding the entrance of the village on the road. Although he didn't know what happened, his plan obviously changed, so he came in quietly and saw Jian Yu and the others in the ancestral hall, but he didn't come out.
sound.
Xu Feiyang said: "The manpower has been arranged. This is the information about the fire in Yucun that was brought from the town. I think it is useful, so I will take it to the young master and Miss Bai to take a look."
Any murder case, even one or two, should be recorded, let alone a fire such as a big one in a village and so many people died. Naturally, there must be records, and maybe officials will still be responsible.
Bai Yue took it and took a look, and exclaimed.
"So what happened in this village back then was because of a painter?"
According to the survivor's description, twenty-six years ago, in the Yucun ancestral hall, a person was executed according to the rules of the Kong family.
This is a widow in the village who was sentenced to burn for adultery with a foreigner.
Although lynching is something that the law does not allow, the mountain village is remote and the clan is powerful. Many things are turned a blind eye to each other. If no one reports it, no one will care about it.
But it was so strange that the fire in the ancestral hall that day should have burned only one widow to death, but somehow something went wrong. A fire burned the entire ancestral hall. But the door was stuck again, so a hundred villages were in one hundred
Many men, women, young and old, become hell on earth.
When the government learned the news, the fire in the ancestral hall had already burned out and extinguished, leaving only a few people, and only a breath was still there.
Later, I heard from the survivor that the widow was the village chief’s youngest daughter-in-law, and the village chief’s son was seriously ill. She only had a few days after she married her husband and she died. She was excluded at home.
Later, we got together with a painter from another place in the village. After being discovered by the village chief, we naturally had to clean up the door. But the painter ran away, so he only arrested the widow and asked the whole village to witness in the ancestral hall.
Perform stolen.
Bai Yue said: "So the letter of guilt that Lao Kong always recites is actually the burned widow who is accusing him."
"It should be, I just don't know who this old Confucius is." Jian Yu guessed: "After all these years, it's not easy to find survivors in the village. Otherwise, I'll find them to identify..."
The booklet was turned to the back and there was a detailed result of the case. Because it was burned by a fire, although the body was burned beyond recognition, the number of people could still be distinguished.
"There is a list of survivors here." Bai Yue counted: "I still remember it's quite detailed. Most of the survivors are children protected by their parents, and there are also old people who cannot participate due to illness. Look..."
Both Jian Yu and Xu Feiyang discovered the problem.
Jian Yu said: "There is no old Confucius."
Of course, Lao Kong didn't call him Lao Kong. No one knew what he was called, and Ding Miao didn't know. It was just because Yu Village was Kongjia Village that he called him Lao Kong for granted.
Survivors looked at each other, and no one was as good as his gender and age.
Xu Feiyang finally couldn't help but say, "Will this old Confucius be the painter of that year? The villagers wanted to burn him to a good match, but he was afraid and hid, and then he became crazy with a discontent."
No one can say yes or no one can say no.
Bai Yue said: "But when he saw the painting just now, it was indeed different from others. But he was not crazy when he saw the painting, but when he saw Ding Miao's painting, was it because Ding Miao had any special relationship with him?"
The three of them looked at each other, and Jian Yu sighed: "It's a pity that Old Confucius was unconscious. No matter what he did or what he did, I'm afraid he couldn't ask anything."
"It won't be him, at least it won't be him alone." Bai Yue frowned and said, "He's crazy and not like a fake one. He can hide people in the cellar, provide food and drink, and kill people in various ways.
, and then throw away the corpse and pond, and change the clothes to hide. This is definitely not something a crazy person can do."
Xu Feiyang said: "That's just that many people conspire. Isn't there another Ding Miao?"
Several people were discussing, but suddenly Liang Meng shouted in the room: "Stop. What are you doing?"
Everyone was shocked and ran into the room.
I saw that Ding Miao had been pressed to the ground by Lao Kong, and his hands were tightly pinching his neck, and blue veins were rising on the back of his hands and forehead, as if he was about to strangle him to death.
Ding Miao, a scholar, is thin and weak, and his strength may not be as strong as white as possible. Old Kong was pinned to his neck without any resistance. He kicked his hands and pulled his hands, his face turned red, and he was about to lose his power.
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Xie Pingsheng didn't know martial arts, so he didn't know how to start. But Liang Meng was not a showman. He rushed over and grabbed his arm when he found something was wrong with Lao Kong.
Liang Meng was strong enough, but Lao Kong was really strong. After trying his best, Liang Meng couldn't pull it away. Jian Yu said simply and clearly: "Damn it."
Liang Meng's knife rose and fell, and Lao Kong suddenly fainted.
He pinched Ding Miao's hand and let go. Fresh air poured in. Ding Miao was reborn, rolled and crawled away from Lao Kong, and coughed heart-wrenchingly.
"What's wrong? This is?" Bai Yue couldn't help but say, "What did you say to Lao Kong, making him so excited?"
Ding Miao waved his hand while coughing, and said in a grievance: "I didn't say anything."
Bai Yue looked at Liang Meng and nodded quickly: "I really didn't say anything, I just listened to it. It's just very ordinary words."
"You think it's ordinary, maybe it's not ordinary to him." Bai Yue said: "What did you say just now, please repeat it to me word by word."
If I said too much, it would be difficult to repeat it, but Ding Miao was nervous. He thought about every sentence carefully, and he didn't say a few words in total, and he still remembered them all.
Ding Miao said: "I think it's all right, it's just a conversation. Let's ask him first, "Old Confucius, how old are you this year."
Liang Meng nodded, he could testify.
Ding Miao said: "Then I asked again, "Every time I call you Lao Kong, what's your name? How long have you been in this village?"
Liang Meng said: "For these few questions, he had always kept that posture without moving at the beginning, and didn't know whether he heard it or not. Then, he suddenly rushed towards Ding Miao like crazy."
"Yes, I'm scared to death." Ding Miao recovered a little and rubbed his neck: "I thought he would be strangled to death."