Daming King of Punishment

The King of Punishment in Ming Dynasty Author: I Drunk Alone

A modern policeman's soul travels to a death row inmate named Song Wuya who accompanied him to be beheaded on the execution ground. In order to survive, he decided to use his criminal investigation ability to defend himself, but he never wanted to turn himself into a prisoner of the Ming Dynasty. king!

Chapter 1

"Take the murderer Wu Liujia and verify his integrity!"

"Take the robber Wang Sixin and verify his integrity!"

……

Zhan Zhanqing's Heavenly King is here, and it's time to kill and behead.

Today is not a good day for executing prisoners, and it is catching up with a sudden heavy rain.The autumn wind carried bean-sized raindrops into the crude official shed, drenching the magistrate Situ half through. , still a little embarrassed.

"Cut!" Magistrate Situ stood up and shook off the water droplets from the hem of his robe, let out a loud cry, and threw out the lottery forcefully.

The big knife fell, and the headless body fell down with a bang. An eye-catching bright red rain mist rose from the white mist, and a disheveled head flew into the muddy water on the street. Unbiasedly facing the crowd of onlookers under the execution platform.The people watching the execution let out an exclamation of satisfaction, this executioner's job is not bad.Xiaoshan County is a small county, and beheadings and executions are not very lively, and rain is also a must-see.

A lottery is a human head, Magistrate Situ threw seven lotterys one after another with a cold face.The executioner raised and lowered his knife, and his hand raised and lowered his knife. The blood flowed down from the high execution platform like a curtain of water, and then flowed to the street and was washed by the autumn rain, spreading like a continuous stream. bloody stream.The crowd of onlookers hurriedly jumped to avoid it, lest they be contaminated with this dirty and unlucky blood.

It was the turn of the eighth and last pending prisoner.He was a young man in his twenties, paralyzed on the execution platform like a pool of mud, and the beheading sign on his back read "killing elders, murdering relatives and rebelling against morals and committing Song Wuya". Halfway through, his eyes were closed tightly, and the raindrops hit his head and face without moving.

The onlookers were very dissatisfied with Song Wuya, how could he act like this?Criminals need to be fresh and energetic to kill their heads.If you lose your soul in fright before you die, and when your blood is cold, you can't jump high when you get blood on your neck, then it's almost meaningless.Besides, beheading in a coma without knowing the pain in the neck would be too cheap for him. This is a traitor who is hated by both men and gods. Who doesn't hate it?

Magistrate Situ touched the stick with his hand, looked at Song Wuya on the execution platform, and did not throw the signing for a long time.It wasn't that he couldn't bear it or had any hesitation. This case was an iron case he personally handled, and the victim was still his clan brother. More than anyone else, he wanted to tear this bastard into pieces.Because I hated him too much, so pulling him out to accompany the beheading today is to kill him one more time to relieve hatred.It’s okay to scare it, but it’s not okay to actually use the knife. The Ministry of Criminal Justice’s reply to the decision has not yet come down—although it will definitely come down.

The people watching the execution didn't know where to look, and they all focused on the execution platform, eagerly waiting for the county magistrate to quickly throw the order.The county magistrate Situ looked back and stood up, about to order the criminal to be brought back to the death row to be executed.Suddenly, a flash of bright lightning flashed across the gloomy sky, and a rolling thunder landed on the high execution platform.The huge fireball hit the unconscious prisoner impartially, his body twitched twice, and then he remained motionless. A slight burnt smell quickly rose in the air.Needless to say, the prisoner must have been ripe on the outside and tender on the inside.

After a short period of horror and silence, the people watching the execution let out a roar of cheers. They witnessed the lightning strike the rebel to death with their own eyes.

Now Magistrate Situ was not very satisfied. According to the criminal law, Song Wuya should be punished for killing an elder.He also pre-arranged for Song Wuya an executioner who was good at Ling Chi, but now this arrangement has come to nothing.But after thinking about it, there are other benefits to ending this way.Under my own rule, there was a thunderbolt killing relatives and rebellious sons, which was anecdotal enough to be reported in Beijing, and it was also a proof that I, as a common people's parent, was able to educate and educate, and God felt deeply.If you can spread it, it will greatly increase your official reputation.

The bearer carried the official sedan chair to the edge of the official shed, and his close attendant held up an oil-paper umbrella. Magistrate Situ bowed and was about to get into the sedan chair.The yamen servant standing next to him suddenly exclaimed, pointed at Song Wuya on the execution platform and said, "My... my lord, the prisoner is... moving!"

Magistrate Situ glanced back and saw that the fingers of the dead body that had been struck by lightning seemed to be twitching slightly, and shouted: "What a fuss! People always fight for their lives, so it's no surprise to move!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire palm of the "dead corpse" also started to move, and then the legs began to kick, and the kick became more and more vigorous, and the whole person writhed on the ground like a live fish, as if trying to Breaking free from the bondage, he turned over and sat up, and let out an indistinct low growl.This is not a fight to the death, it's simply more alive and more energetic, much more vigorous than before being struck by lightning.

The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar. How could there be any living people after being struck by lightning? Is this going to blow up the corpse?Magistrate Situ's face turned green, and he forced his composure to signal the executioner to go over and check.The executioner didn't worry much about this because he believed that he killed many people and his body was full of evil spirits.He strode forward and kicked the "dead body" hard.

"Fuck!" Song Wuya let out a mouthful of foul air and muddy foam, making his first sound in this world.

The "Song Wuya" at this time is no longer Song Wuya. His consciousness comes from Song Qing, a hard-working traffic policeman in the 21st century. His last memory was when he was checking for drunk driving on the street on a rainy day. Suddenly, a thunderstorm rolled down and he lost consciousness. After waking up, I only knew that I was tied up like a rice dumpling, drenched in the rain with my face down, and I had long, scorched hair for no reason, and I was kicked hard. People hit sap.Anyone who is a policeman doesn't have many enemies, why are you afraid of you?Of course you have to scold them first.

The executioner didn't understand the meaning of the word "fuck", he stretched out his hand to grab Song Qing by the back of the neck expressionlessly and lifted him up, holding the ghost-headed sword in his right hand and gestured for the location of the knife on his neck , looked at Magistrate Situ, and asked for instructions: "My lord, is it still possible to execute?"

There is a reason for asking this question. According to a certain informal saying that has been circulated by the people since ancient times, if there are visions in the sky on the execution ground, such as snow in June, falling stars in the daytime, or even a solar eclipse that is not too rare, then It is necessary to suspend the execution, because it means that there may be a strange injustice, and this person can be regarded as a vision from the sky.

The common people are the most superstitious about this, and the expressions of the people around the audience became complicated. They firmly believed that Song Wuya deserved to be hacked to death, but this miracle of being struck by lightning and surviving was witnessed with his own eyes, and everyone had to A thought came up: What if, what if this person is really wronged.

Magistrate Situ is not very superstitious, but he is a little confused. This kind of "what if" also flashed in his mind, but he immediately put away this thought of self-doubt. The iron case he personally handled , how could it be wrong?

Song Qing was the most confused. The executioner's gesticulation made him clearly feel the chilling chill of that ghost-headed sword. It was a real guy who had killed people!As a traffic policeman who was transferred after working as a criminal policeman for ten years, he could smell the real breath of human blood.This is sprinkling blood to shoot a costume drama, tying yourself up as an extra, right?No, no, there are thousands of men, women and children in ancient costumes with long gowns and combed hair in the audience. How can anyone make such a big film?Countless thoughts flashed through Song Qing's mind one after another. He turned his head inadvertently, and happened to meet the eyes of a dead head not far away, and even clearly saw the whites of the other's eyes. It was definitely not fake. of!

Looking around at the executioner with a ghost-headed sword, the crowd of people in ancient costumes under the stage, and the scattered headless corpses, an extremely ominous premonition came to Song Wuya's heart. It is the most miserable and cheating kind of clothes.He felt dizzy for a while, and managed to hold on so as not to faint.

The imperial court has laws, no matter what, Song Wuya cannot be killed today.Situ county magistrate flicked his sleeves, and ordered in a deep voice: "Bring the beheaded criminal Song Wuya back to the county prison, and execute the sentence immediately after the punishment department responds!"

The official language spoken by the county magistrate Situ was not easy to understand. Song Qing couldn't quite understand it. She cast a questioning look at a prison officer standing next to her, and what she got was a hard kick in the waist and eye.

"What are you in a hurry for? This is to accompany you to be beheaded. It's just for you to see and see. You vicious boy who kills thousands of knives, just beheading you like this is taking advantage of you! You kill elders, according to the "Law of the Ming Dynasty", you should be executed quickly, and you must be tortured." No more than [-] knives! Hey, the county lord has specially arranged for you the most famous executioner in the province, "Cutting Undead" Old Man Liu, to serve you, and you can enjoy it! Just waiting for the reply from the state government , I’ll pull you back here to cut you off!”

Beheaded?Kill the elder?Ling Chi execution?Three thousand six hundred dollars?

These words were like a thunderbolt, and Song Qing's eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground, and now he really passed out.

Chapter 2 Prison Reception

Chapter 2 Prison Reception

When Song Qing woke up again, she found that she was already in a prison, lying on a pile of rotten straw.Looking around in a daze, what came into view was three thick earthen walls, and a simple rough wooden fence separated the cell from the corridor, forming a dark cell.Perhaps because many death row prisoners lived in this place, there was a damp and musty smell in the air, which would make people feel like a dead person.In the corner, a mouse was leisurely probing its head, walking for food, and squeaked at Song Qing from time to time, as if it didn't know fear at all.

This is death row, and it's people to be afraid of, not rats.

At this point, he has fully understood his current situation. He has traveled to ancient times and possessed a damned murderer named "Song Wuya", and he is also a rebellious "killer of elders".This case has been concluded and decided, and only waiting for the reply from the state government, he should go to the execution ground and be sentenced to death with [-] knives.

Song Qing, no, it should be said that the current Song Wuya sighed, thinking that this was a big joke made by God.This new identity of myself is really fucked up, but I can only accept my fate. The only good news is that my surname is still Song.Where is Song Wuya here? It's clearly Song Wuming, okay?

As a modern person in the 21st century in consciousness and an ancient person in identity, Song Wuya is not very clear about the concept of Ling Chi, but he can estimate that [-] knives is enough to cut a person into a pile of hot pot meat.I just passed through my soul, I haven't done anything, I don't know anything, why should I suffer this crime?This principle doesn’t make sense even when it comes to King Yama.

Thinking of this, Song Wuya threw himself onto the fence, hugged the wooden pillar as thick as a bowl and yelled loudly: "I'm wronged! Let me out!"

Of course, calling for grievances is not to think that it is really useful, but to attract the guards to come over and ask about the situation.Sure enough, a jailer ran over quickly upon hearing the sound, raised his foot, and kicked Song Wuya hard on the back of the hand holding the wooden pillar: "If you don't beat him for three days, your skin will itch, right? Start yelling again? "

Song Wuya held back the pain and withdrew his hand, and hurriedly asked: "Excuse me... this big brother, do you mean that I have complained before?"

The jailer looked him up and down strangely, and said with a surprised expression: "You kid went to the execution ground once and accompanied him to be beheaded once, and your brain was frightened, didn't you? When you first came in, you shouted for grievances day and night, which made me restless every night." , broke three wooden sticks back and forth, you should be more honest. What, you want to turn the world upside down again? If you make trouble again, this time, the master will change to iron tongs to serve you!"

Song Wuya smiled wryly and said, "Don't dare to cause trouble for elder brother. The tongs smell very bad from burning flesh, so there's nothing to try."

The jailer smiled and said, "You're funny too." Then he went on patrolling cursing.

Song Wuya retreated to the corner, took off his tattered robe to check, and found that there were indeed many scars all over his body.These scars were new and old, the old ones had scabs or there was only one scar left, and the flesh on the new ones was still bright red.Judging from the shape of the scars and the depth of the scabs, some looked like club wounds, some looked like leather whip wounds, and some were unclear about what they were. In short, they were covered with cuts and bruises, and they had been tortured for a long time.

Reminiscent of the jailer saying that he used to cry out for injustice day and night, Song Wuya finally understood that this is torture to force a confession.In this way, it is likely that he has never killed anyone, and this is very likely to be an unjust case.Since it was an unjust case, there was a chance to turn things around, and a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in front of Song Wuya's eyes.

After a while, when the former jailer patrolled to the cell again, Song Wuya stopped him, and said with a smile: "Brother, my mind is really so scared that I can't remember anything. Dare I ask you, who else is in my family? When can you come to visit me?"

The jailer rolled his eyes and said, "It seems that you are really stupid! What kind of relatives do you have? You are single! There are several uncles and brothers, but you kill elders and rebellious villains, who are you?" And did you mean to be attached to you? I hid away from you early in the morning, so that I can't squeeze any money from you." After a pause, he continued: "Speaking of which, you have a wife who has never been married. , can be regarded as your relatives, but if you killed his father, she would like to eat your meat, so how could she come to visit you?"

Song Wuya was startled, and asked, "You mean... I killed my father-in-law?"

The jailer sneered, and said: "Otherwise? You killed your father-in-law, the brother of the county's lord Situ, otherwise why would he pay a lot of money to order the best executioner in the provincial capital who is good at lingering" Undead! Old man Liu is going to serve you? Then old man Liu has a unique skill, cutting you three thousand six hundred knives before letting you die, and even one knives are indispensable..."

Hearing these words, Song Wuya slumped down on the pile of rotten grass, his heart suddenly felt cold, and the glimmer of hope he saw just now was extinguished in an instant.He was actually suspected of killing Yue Zhang, and his relatives didn't want to get involved with him, so they hid far away.The fiancée who should be the closest is also deeply attached to him, and there is absolutely no reason to help.The magistrate of this county also hated him, and planned to kill him alive.Up and down, everyone inside and outside will die by themselves. Is there any way to survive?

He planned to ask the jailer some more things, but the jailer didn't bother to talk to him, yawned lazily, and went to the day room to rest.Before leaving, warn Song Wuya not to make trouble, otherwise he will be begged for beating.

Two or three hours later, around dusk, Song Wuya was in a drowsy daze with his eyes closed, when he suddenly heard the jailer knocking on the wooden fence of the cell and shouting: "Song Wuya, someone is here to visit you!"

Finally someone came to see me!As long as someone outside helps, I have a chance to survive!

Song Wuya jumped up from the ground excitedly, and threw himself on the wooden fence of the cell, looking outside helplessly, but he didn't recognize the person who came to visit him.Standing outside the wooden fence was a middle-aged man in his 40s wearing a Dongpo hat. He bowed to the jailer, thanked him, and turned to look at Song Wuya, his expression suddenly changed. Gritting his teeth, his eyes almost burst into flames.

With a puff, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm through the wooden fence, hitting Song Wuya's forehead, and then yelled: "You little bastard, remember you used to molested my wife? You used to rely on being the son of an official, what can I do?" I can't do you, now that your father passed away, and you lost your conscience and killed your backer, now I must kill you, you little bastard."

The more the man talked, the more excited he was, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to forcefully rush into the cell and beat him up, but the jailer stopped him.After yelling angrily, he took out a piece of silver and handed it to the jailer, saying, "Brother, please take care of him for me!"

The jailer put the money into his pocket, and said with a smile: "Brother Li, this kid will be sentenced to death by a thousand swords in no time, so it's pointless to embarrass him any more."