After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

It is indeed a bit embarrassing to say such words concerning a man's dignity in public, but this is an investigation, not casual chatting.

At least let everyone know that the deceased Mr. Wu Sanye today was not only incompetent as a man, but also a pervert who liked to abuse others.

People like this are usually extremely dangerous. Prefect Lu had a general impression of the deceased Mr. Wu San.

"Liu, words are not enough, what evidence do you have?"

"evidence……"

Xiaoji tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly reached out to unbutton the collar of his clothes.

Prefect Lu, who was sitting on the upper floor, watched quietly without saying a word. Even if the others were muttering in their hearts, they naturally would not say a word.

Everyone watched quietly as Xiaoji unbuttoned the top two buttons and then pulled the collar hard towards his shoulders.

There were many blue and purple marks on the exposed white skin, especially on the shoulders, which were bitten to pieces and had a few clear bloody teeth marks.

"Your Excellency, I know clearly that when Mr. Wu died of a stroke, he was with me.

The wound on my body was caused by Master Wu San. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone to verify it on the spot."

He glanced indifferently at the wound on Yaoji's shoulder. Prefect Lu was slightly moved, and his words were not as serious and rigid as before, but showed a rare kindliness.

"You are such a pitiful person. Put on your clothes. I will verify this matter myself.

Come, take Liu away and have the doctor examine her injuries to see if it was done by Mr. Wu San."

He waved his hand and had Xiaoji taken away. Prefect Lu then went on to interrogate the other people in Chunfeng Tower.

The people brought back were almost interrogated, and there was no other useful information. Prefect Lu's brows were furrowed so much that they could pinch a mosquito to death. It seemed that the identity of this so-called Mr. Wu San was indeed problematic.

"Who is here?

Why are you here at Chunfeng Tower?"

The last person brought up was a tall young man whose handsome appearance could not be concealed even though he was wearing coarse linen clothes.

Looking at the face of the boy, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, Prefect Lu felt vaguely that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

The young man Nanyang Yao knelt obediently on the ground, looking up at Prefect Lu. There was no panic in his eyes that ordinary people would have when seeing an official. His expression was calm and comfortable, as if he was kneeling in his own yard.

"Please step aside, sir. I have something important to report."

Seeing that the young man was so disrespectful to the court, the bailiff at the side reached out his hand to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Prefect Lu who was sitting on the stage.

Prefect Lu, who felt that Nanyang Yao looked somewhat familiar, reached out his hand to stop the bailiff and looked at Nanyang Yao in the hall with some inquiry.

Reaching out and touching his short beard, Prefect Lu chose to trust his intuition. It looked like the young man in the hall was no ordinary person. He just wanted to report something in private. Now, in a clear and bright world, under the feet of the emperor, in the important government office of Yuanjing City, he didn't have the courage to do such a thing.

After making the decision, Lu Fuyin said: "Take all those brought to Chunfeng Tower today and put them in the prison first. Let the lawyer and secretary interrogate them in detail and don't miss any suspicious clues.

Let's stop here for today and adjourn."

Lu Fuyin stood up and walked to the side of Nanyang Yao, then paused for a moment and said, "Get up, and follow me."