Excavated mass grave pits; neatly stacked half-rotten corpses; corpses of children with facial features and internal organs dug out; mud and sand mixed with corpse fragments, pots and stoves where corpses were cooked...
Although they are all black and white glass plate photos with limited clarity, the vivid details still make many people afraid to look at the screen.
"This is Physical Evidence No. 291: The Soul-Born Gourd." Following Shen Ruiming's voice, panoramic and close-up pictures of the gourd flashed on the screen; "This is Physical Evidence No. 292, the 'Corpse Pill' found in the gourd. According to the suspect Renwu Zhiqi’s confession: Corpse elixir is made from the grease of the victim’s corpse mixed with other substances..."
There was dead silence in the auditorium, but Shen Ruiming knew that the horror, fear and resulting anger were fermenting in the crowd. He was secretly proud.
"...This is physical evidence No. 778, 'big medicine'. According to the confession of the suspect Fu Wen, he used the victim's corpse to mix medicinal materials to create the so-called 'aphrodisiac'. Members of his gang sold the aphrodisiac at the price of two pills per pill. Sold in Guangzhou for the price of two silver coins..."
When he said this, Shen Ruiming keenly noticed that the face of a gentleman in the special auditorium suddenly twisted, as if he had just eaten a piece of shit.
It seems that he is one of the drug users. Shen Ruiming thought to himself.
Although the physical evidence display was less than one-tenth of the actual content, the amount was still staggering. It was already after three o'clock in the afternoon when all the evidence was displayed.
Then Liang Xinhu began to ask the defendant: "Defendant Wu Zhiqi, did you hear clearly what the prosecutor just said?" When Wu Zhiqi agreed, Liang Xinhu said again: "Tell me all the facts." Wu Zhiqi said. Qi had long since given up hope of surviving. He was frightened by Cui Hantang's "magic" and had long ago agreed to explain everything, just hoping that he could retain his three souls and six souls after death. Naturally, he talked about it like a bamboo tube pouring beans. Fu Wen Then he knows that he has committed a heinous crime and has no reason to survive - not to mention that he has been living in an endless hell these days, and now he only wants to die quickly. He asks and says whatever he wants, and makes no reservations. However, a few accomplices admit that they are responsible for the crime. Limited, with a sense of luck, evasive and evasive in his confession.
Shen Ruiming didn't take it seriously either. He had so much evidence that this little trick had no effect. After all the suspects finished giving their confessions, he looked at Liang Xinhu, who showed understanding with his eyes and said: "Defense lawyer Please speak."
Zhang Yunmi was still a little nervous when she first sat in the court. Now it was her turn to speak, but she calmed down. She stood up, greeted Liang Xinhu first, and then started to talk. The defense was discussed in advance with Shen Ruiming, Cui Hantang and others. Okay. The crime of Wu Zhiqi and others is unquestionable, and the defense must start from the starting point, that is, the motive. Zhang Yunmi emphatically explained that the actions of the defendants in this case were based on superstition and ignorance, and their ideas were childish and ridiculous--he wanted to denounce them. It was an evil way, and all religious practices were not beaten to death with one stick, but it took Cui Hantang a lot of effort - except for Wu Zhiqi and Fu Wen, many of the defendants were in a subordinate position and should be given a lighter punishment.
These words were well-founded and not only effectively defended the defendant, but also took good care of the emotions of the people watching. Both the elders present and the people inside and outside the court showed approval.
It was already dark after all the proceedings. If this case had been in the original time and space, it would have taken three days at least to complete the trial. In order to achieve the social effect of the trial and to avoid putting too much pressure on the police station to maintain the order of group activities, Shen Rui Ming and Liang Xinhu deliberately speeded up the process.
Ten minutes after Liang Xinhu announced the adjournment of the court, he walked back to the presiding seat from the back of the court and pronounced in court that the defendant Wu Zhiqi was guilty of intentional homicide, kidnapping... and other 21 charges. The defendant Fu Wen was found guilty of 23 crimes including intentional homicide, kidnapping, etc., and was sentenced to death for several crimes. The rest were sentenced to death, and only three accomplices were sentenced to "lifelong hard labor." It was subsequently announced that, A public trial will be held tomorrow to deal with other relevant persons involved.
After Liang Xinhu read out all the verdicts "in the name of the Senate and the people", he shouted: "Detention!"
Immediately, dozens of retained Zaoban officers—now all policemen—came over with shackles in hand, shackled the thirteen prisoners in front of the court, and escorted them away.
Because Zeng Juan was in the court, he was among the last to leave. At the end of the day, his waist and legs were so numb that he could hardly walk. Not only were his lips dry and burnt, but he also couldn't remember the half piece of glutinous rice chicken he had eaten for lunch. Where did he go? He couldn't hold back his pee anymore. He came out of the court and ran to Wanshenglu Tea House.
In the past, peeing in the streets would have solved the problem. But now he didn't dare to make a mistake. After finally holding it in, he quickly slipped to the urinal on the back wall and poured a splash of water. .
After tying his clothes, he walked slowly from the back to the store. The business at Tea House was relatively quiet in the evening, so he sat at the counter and was doing nothing but sorting out the accounts and chatting with the customers.
During the day, guests at Wanshenglu Tea House seldom drink alcohol and only drink tea with snacks. However, at night, every guest who comes has to order a pot or two of wine, either pouring it for himself or drinking with friends. .After Zeng Juan became the shopkeeper, he bought several "Australian oil lamps" from Great World to light up the shop. Although it was expensive, it was of great benefit in attracting night business.
Although today's public security in Guangzhou is still not as good as that in central areas such as Lingao, Chengmai, and Qiongshan, after the Guandi Temple personnel were purged, the city's security and criminal case incidence rates suddenly dropped by 60%. For shops, For the residents, it was almost an earth-shaking change. After the plague, Liu Xiang, in order to stimulate the "nightlife" and restore the market in Guangzhou as soon as possible, delayed the closing time of the street gates from dark in the past to 9 p.m.
Zeng Juan was settling the accounts and suddenly saw Yuan Shuzhi's name erased on the water sign, so he asked: "Old He! Has Yuan Shuzhi been here?"
Yuan Shuzhi was a frequent visitor to the Tea House and could barely be regarded as a scholar. His background was similar to that of Zeng Juan and the others, he also came from a social studies background. However, he took the boy's examination from the age of fifteen until he was in his early fifties, and he was still a "tongsheng". , when I go out to visit, I am still called "little friend".
Zeng Juan had no idea what Yuan Shuzhi's family was like, who his parents were, or whether he had any family members. However, ever since he came to his brother-in-law's shop to eat and drink, he would see Yuan Shuzhi from time to time - he was considered Wan Sheng.
Lu Cha Juli is a famous person.
He heard people talking behind his back about Yuan Shuzhi's failure to go to school and his ability to make a living. So he became poorer and poorer, even demolished his family's house, went to a temple to build a bunk with a monk, and was said to have been "fucked in the butt" by the monk.
"The guests at the tea house often teased him about this. Yuan Shuzhi never said anything bad, and covered it up with a few dry laughs.
He didn't know how to make a living, because he didn't go to school, and no one wanted to be a teacher. So he had to set up a "letter writer" on the street, writing letters and contracts for others, earning a few small coins to live on, and living in exchange for a bowl of rice.
It is understandable that he was living in embarrassment.
Because he has no family and no job, Yuan Shuzhi almost makes his home in the tea house. His washcloths and other things are stored in the tea house. After coming out of the temple every day, he comes to the tea house to wash up - the water and fire here are convenient, and the water and fire here are convenient.
Most of the old tea drinkers are like this. They usually have breakfast and dinner with tea. Of course, with his income, he can't order a plate of glutinous rice chicken in a serious manner. Most of them just want a pot of tea and drink it on the street.
I bought sesame seed cakes. Occasionally I have a good day, so I order a bowl of pig-red porridge to go with the sesame seed cakes as a gift.
Although he lived in a difficult life and occasionally owed tens or even hundreds of money on credit at the tea house, his credit was not bad. The account recorded on the pink board would definitely be paid off within a month. Therefore, his brother-in-law also paid him back.
To be polite, as long as the business is not particularly busy, I always let him occupy a seat.
However, this time he had to wait much longer, but the previous stage was plagued by plague, which was understandable. After the end of the plague martial law, he was not seen coming to the store to wash up and drink tea. Everyone guessed that he was probably dead.
.The seventy pence owed before the plague was gone.
Lao He is the old Qitang here. He has been working as an apprentice for almost 30 years. He said: "He came here this morning. His legs are a little lame, but he is still energetic. He paid the bill when he arrived at the store.
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"It's a strange thing that a plague has spread, but my legs are lame!" a tea guest commented.
Another drinker said: "...He was beaten and lame."
Everyone said "Oh!"
"Old Yuan is usually cautious, but this time the plague has spread and the whole city has lost its livelihood. He is a man with no roof and no land. He is so hungry that he has no choice but to steal! Stealing is all he needs.
He actually stole it into Mr. Morong Xin’s house!”
Everyone took a breath of air-conditioning. The steward of this academy, Mr. Mo, was regarded as one of the tyrants in Guangzhou. Although his arrogance was not as impressive as before after the arrival of the Australians, he still retained his prestige.
"What happened next?"
"How about it? I wrote a plea first, and then I was beaten. I heard that the canes were broken. This old Yuan is over fifty and has never had enough to eat. How can he withstand such a hard beating?
I heard that he injured his bones and muscles. The monks in the temple where he stayed were nostalgic and took him to recuperate. This is how he saved his life!"
"Tsk tsk, I think the monk doesn't mean 'old', but 'old love'."
A burst of laughter broke out in Chajuli, and even the air became happy.
"Even if you hurt your leg, how can you be rich again?"
"It's a coincidence," the tea guest said with relish when talking about other people's affairs, "Lao Yuan and A Gui are old acquaintances - do you know A Gui?"
"I know! He was originally a day laborer! He often did odd jobs for Mr. Zhong's family. Later, I heard that he molested Mr. Zhong's maid, and she was kicked out."
Of course, Zeng Juan knew Agui. Ever since Li Ziyu became a policeman, Agui had become his shadow. He was always inseparable. He even rented his house and did odd jobs for the Li family every day when he was free. He was like Li Ziyu.
The handymen in the Yu family are average.
Hearing everyone's discussion, Zeng Juan pricked up his ears and wanted to hear what he had done: Li Ziyu went to Lingao for training. If Agui did something bad, it would affect him greatly.
"He is now a policeman for the Australians! I heard that he had made a meritorious service again, and I started to tremble..."
"This guy is so cowardly that he can't even fart for a long time, and he can't even speak coherently."
"You should stop saying this now. He doesn't speak fluently and can swing the stick very well."
"Seriously! What's the matter with him knowing Agui?"
"What's wrong? This Agui is now the follower of Li Ziyu, the most popular person in the Guangzhou Police Department! Even though he is just a small patrolman, even the high-ranking police officers in the past have to be polite when they see him. This Agui has grown old.
Yuan was injured, so I have to stand up for him..."
"Now Mr. Mo has jumped into a hornet's nest."
"Who says it's not the case!" the man spat, "How can the people in this government office be easy to get along with?" Agui asked Lao Yuan to go to the police station to file a complaint and listed two charges: that Mr. Mo was illegally detained.
, Intentional injury. Just these two, according to Australian laws, no matter which one is taken seriously, Mr. Mo will have to face a lawsuit for several years! Do you think this Agui's methods are powerful?"
"There are no good people among public servants, that's inevitable!"
"Speaking of which, Mr. Mo is not a good person, but in the past, he had a strong backing like Guan Di Temple, but now he cannot. As soon as Lao Yuan was instigated by Agui to report the case, he immediately had his injuries examined - it was decided immediately
A minor injury. The police came directly to the door to summon Mr. Mo for questioning. At this time, Mr. Mo was in a panic. He tried to ask the housekeeper to step in and intervene, but in the end he went to the police station to "accept processing".
I had to pay compensation and be fined. It took me a lot of blood to escape jail."
"No wonder Lao Yuan looked so good last time and was unorganized! What he took out of his pockets were all worth of silver dollars!"
"With Agui as a clue, he will no longer steal things blatantly."
"Not at all." The speaker said eloquently, "Old Yuan also spent fifteen days in prison for stealing things."
"Isn't this a lose-lose situation for both sides?"
"I don't think Lao Yuan is hurt at all - he is a bachelor, so what does it matter if he spends fifteen days in a prison cell? These handfuls of silver dollars and bills are real!"
"In my opinion, Mr. Mo has lost his face now and needs to get it back... He is a well-known figure in the city..."
"Pull him down! Mr. Mo's in-laws, the Guandi Temple Gao family, are completely ruined. Who else is he? I don't think he can keep his position as the manager of Wenlan Academy."
"Without the position of manager of Wenlan Academy, will Mr. Mo be heartbroken to death?"
"It would be heartbreaking for anyone else. How much rent can you get from just those shop lands in a year?"
"As the old saying goes: Once the emperor, there is one courtier. This Australian rules the world in Guangzhou. How can we allow outsiders to get involved in such a big piece of Wenlan Academy? Not to mention Mo Rongxin, even Mr. Zhong is afraid that he will not be able to protect himself.
position. I think it’s the turn of Wenlan Academy to be decided by senior officials."
ps:
Introduce and sort out important figures and event information;
Showcase the style of Lingao community and a traveling exhibition of outstanding fan and information works;
Organize online or offline gatherings of elders from time to time;