Section Two Hundred and Eighty-One Public Trial Continued II
"Minister Ding, do you want to ask me how many of these people are actors?" Mu Min said.
Ding Ding coughed: "The instigator has no consequences? The effect of inciting public opinion is naturally good, but..."
Before he finished speaking, Gao Lingquan, who was originally protected by the police on the stage, suddenly fell off the stage for some reason. When the people below saw their enemy falling, they became even more crazy. They rushed up to tear Gao Lingquan's flesh apart. In an instant, they all
The cordon broke through, swallowing Gao Lingquan under the crowd. Mu Min picked up the walkie-talkie: "I am No. 1! Protect Gao Lingquan!"
She gave the order, and the bayonets of the White Horse team in the audience were unsheathed. The shining bayonets formed an array, instantly forcing the violent crowd back. Several policemen quickly dragged out Gao Ling, who was lying limp on the ground, and brought him back to the stage.
At this moment, he was no longer human, his face was swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. His hair was completely torn, and more than a dozen strands of hair were torn out of his head. It was like a scab, and it was covered with bald spots, and some places were torn off.
His scalp was gone and blood was dripping from his head. His clothes had been completely torn into strips of cloth. One arm was hanging down, obviously broken. Both hands were dripping with blood. If you look carefully, several fingers had been bitten off.
Although this was not the first time he attended such a "struggle meeting", Ding Ding was still shocked by Gao Lingquan's tragic situation.
After being dragged to the stage, it was unclear whether he was too frightened or had some internal injuries. Gao Lingquan was already like a dead dog, slumped on the ground and unable to stand.
There was an uproar of people on stage and off stage, and the chaos became even more chaotic.
Liang Xinhu kept shouting for silence on the stage, and finally managed to lower his voice a little, but the atmosphere below was still fierce.
Mu Min quickly picked up the walkie-talkie: "Liang Yuan! Judge quickly! We can't let him die in the hands of the masses!"
Allowing all the high officials to be killed by the common people is certainly a relief, has a strong comedy effect, and has great publicity value. However, this is equivalent to the Senate recognizing the legality of lynching, which will seriously shake the legal basis of the Senate. Of course Liang Xinhu understands this truth, and if he is killed, he will be held accountable.
The legal responsibility of ordinary people is a lose-lose situation. He hurriedly turned the volume of the loudspeaker to the maximum and read the verdict loudly: According to the two clauses of repeated rape, molestation of women, the circumstances are particularly serious, and intentional injury causing death.
The evidence is conclusive and the person is convicted and sentenced to death.
As soon as the verdict came out, there was a burst of cheers from the audience. Someone wanted to climb up the stage to grab Gao Lingquan. Liang Xinhu ordered the white horse team to clear the way with bayonets. Several policemen hurriedly raised Gao Lingquan and walked to the gallows.
At this time, Gao Ling showed no reaction at all and was at the mercy of others. Several policemen quickly put the noose around his neck, and only heard the sound of the flap door. The whole place burst into cheers. People still felt that they could not vent their anger, so they rushed to the gallows again.
Those who were so injured that they couldn't breathe were ordered to have their bodies quartered with knives and axes brought in advance. The National Army forced them back with bayonets.
The place was in chaos, with people crying and shouting and laughing. Some people set off firecrackers and burned paper money. The prisoners awaiting trial in the audience all had pale faces, and some of the people who were supposed to be "heroes again after eighteen years" also started to twitch on their faces -
―With this posture, as long as the Australians relax even a little bit, they will be eaten alive!
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Mu Min immediately used the walkie-talkie to call the navy sailors on standby to enter the venue to maintain order. At the same time, he ordered the venue to be allowed out but not allowed in. A group of frail, elderly women and children were evacuated on the spot.
Zeng Juan squatted on the top of the mound and watched this thrilling scene. It was the first time he had witnessed such a scene. He felt it was novel and vaguely felt an incredible power: the common people were not just victims of the sword.
What a fish! As long as someone takes the lead, amazing energy can be unleashed.
"I won't leave, I won't leave, and I won't leave even if you beat me to death...Husband--" Suddenly, a shrill scream came to his ears, and he was frightened. He saw two policemen standing under the mound.
Pulling a woman dressed in mourning and holding a spiritual tablet in her hand.
She must have fallen down, and her mourning clothes were covered with dirt and stains, as well as footprints from being stepped on. She was covered in sweat and her face was frighteningly red. She cried: "I won't go out! I won't go out! I want to see
I'll kill this thief Mo Rongxin-"
The policeman was also sweating and advised: "You are a single woman. If you fell just now and were not trampled to death, you are lucky! If you have any grievances, the chief will avenge you. If you fall again, you will be dead!" He also said
What revenge..."
"I'm willing to die! Please show your respect to me!" The woman firmly refused. Zeng Juan saw her holding the memorial tablet and begging, and he felt compassion for her, and moved her body to the side, saying
: "Two comrades police! Let this eldest sister come up and sit down. It's safe here and you won't fall." After that, he said to the woman: "Sister, if you don't mind, just squeeze in here."
The woman thanked her and quickly climbed up and sat down next to Zeng Juan. Seeing that she had a safe place, the police stopped mobilizing her to go out.
"Thank you, little brother!"
"You're welcome." Zeng Juan wanted to "defend men and women," and because the other party was a widow, he didn't talk to her much and turned his attention to the trial stage.
Here, the prisoners in the audience were escorted to the stage one after another. After the interrogation and execution just now, the crowd's emotions had been aroused. Every time a prisoner came on stage, the whole audience shouted "Death penalty!". Later, the crowd shouted "Death penalty!"
, I couldn't even hear the charges being read out clearly, and before the prosecutor even opened his mouth, there was a roar of "death penalty". Every prisoner who was "identified and executed" fell from the flap door with a bang, and the whole place was filled with cheers.
Cheers. This murderous enthusiasm also infected the elders on the stage, and the speed of Liang Xinhu's trial was obviously accelerated.
"Don't be led by the emotions on the field, come one by one!" Mu Min constantly used the walkie-talkie on the podium to convey orders and control the rhythm and emotions.
The fifteenth person to be brought to the stage was Mo Rongxin. He was arrested just a week ago - he was already on the key monitoring list before the outbreak of the plague. To be honest, he still couldn't figure out why he was arrested until he was arrested.
To arrest him, in Mo Rongxin's view, the Australians wanted to persecute him simply because they were interested in Wenlan Academy's property. Although the pain of losing this money and incense would be painful to the bone, as long as the Australians gave a hint, he would definitely
He is not a person who does not know how to advance and retreat. As for his marriage with the Gao family, he could just ask his son to divorce Gao Tianshi's daughter.
Unexpectedly, the Australians unceremoniously took away his whole family. Mo Rongxin was so dizzy that he could not recover, so he was thrown into prison and tortured. Only then did he realize that the Australians were trying to dig out his roots!
Numerous questions and trivial past events were brought up one after another - some things had been so long ago that he could no longer remember them at all, and had to be reminded by the interrogator before he could roughly recall them.
Secondly.
Originally, he was somewhat lucky that he was not directly involved in the witchcraft case. He felt that the Australians were just coveting his property. However, when the interrogator put in front of him confessions related to his past evil deeds,
At the time, Mo Rongxin knew that he could not escape - the Australians wanted to settle the score with him.
He tried all of them: quibbling, denying, pretending to be crazy, but in the end he couldn't withstand the severe torture of the Australians. Mo Rongxin still confessed, including his relationship with the Jin gentry over the years and how much he had done for the Jin gentry.
Dirty things... Perhaps because he was desperate for the future of himself and his whole family, Mo Rongxin was madly biting every gentry in Guangzhou, whether it was true or just "rumored" scandals.
He told everything. The harvest was great, far beyond Mu Min's imagination.
When Zeng Juan heard the words "Mo Rongxin", he nodded secretly. This old boy is not a good guy either!
Mo Rongxin had controlled Wenlan Academy for many years, and it was well known in Guangzhou that he ate meat and gave boiler water to the scholars. It was only when the prosecutor began to read out his charges that Zeng Juan realized that what he knew was only superficial -
Mo Rongxin is not just a greedy academy master, but a villain with many lives on his hands.
When the prosecutor read about the case in which Mo Rongxin instigated a gambler to trick Wang Xiucai into gambling, and then raped his wife He, which ultimately led to Wang Xiucai's suicide, suddenly the filial woman beside him stood up and said loudly: "I am Wang He.
!This well-dressed beast forced my husband-in-law to death and sold me to a brothel as a prostitute!"
Because the mound was a little far away from the public hearing platform, He Xi shouted with all her strength, her voice was shrill and her eyes were cracked. It was like a ghost demanding life. She raised the memorial tablet and said, "Mo Rongxin! You have today too! Look at it.
This tablet...he has come to take you..." After saying this, he laughed wildly, causing rashes all over Zeng Juan's body.
When she shouted, there was a commotion in the venue, and all the victims started to cry. More than a dozen scholars from Wenlan Academy also roared in the audience. Some of them were friends of Scholar Wang, and some were dissatisfied with the benefits of the academy being embezzled in the past.
As for those who have risen up to fight, it is impossible to say that they have any deep hatred against Mo Rongxin, but in the past few years in the academy, Mo Rongxin has controlled the affairs of the academy, committed evil acts, and relied on nepotism... All their hopes of studying and progressing have been shattered. This hatred has not
Not necessarily less than He Xi. Immediately afterwards, the crowd's emotions, which had just calmed down, were once again ignited, and bricks and stones were thrown at Mo Rongxin like raindrops.
When Liang Xinhu saw that the situation was not good, he quickly pronounced the sentence. The police immediately dragged Mo Rongxin, who was shaking like chaff, from the stage and went to the gallows.
He Xi didn't care about the crowds in front of her. She didn't know where she got the strength. She held the memorial tablet and squeezed through the crowd with all her strength. The crowd, either out of sympathy or frightened by her determined gaze, took the initiative to part ways and let her go.
They squeezed all the way to the gallows. The noose was tied around Mo Rongxin's neck.
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