The first work of the imperial prison

To the west of the capital, there is a place that people shy away from, where no one dares to speak. There is no sun, moon, cloudy or sunny, and it is humid and dark all year round. How much to judge whether it is day or night at the moment.

From time to time there are children singing: To the east of the candlelight alley, the world is dark, the world of mortals is three thousand feet, and the living ghosts can't see the light——

Prison is a place where once you enter, you cannot leave.

"Cha...cha..."

The sound of the keychain hanging around his waist sounded, and the general flag on duty today began to patrol. Shen Jiang was wearing soap boots, with copper buckles around his waist, and kept beating his palms with the handle of a cowhide whip in his hand. His eyes looked around sharply like copper bells.

"Stop humming, the noisy old man has a headache!"

"What's the matter with the wall in the northeast corner? I can't see it because of the black Shangguan? Wipe it clean for me, now, immediately!"

"Why does this prisoner have white flour buns, take them away, he's so greedy, be careful that he won't have anything to eat in the future!"

"What's the smell--damn, this has been dead for a few days and hasn't been taken away? Hurry up and deal with it!"

As he walked, the jailers trotted about their errands.

Shen Jiang was still too slow, so he lashed at the last one: "Don't you know what's going on recently? The new boss is easy to mess with? I'm stretched all the skins! There is a case, so I can't spare enough time to take a look at us, if the old man gets interested, even I will take you, everyone will have to go to the execution room to receive punishment!"

Imperial Prison is a criminal arrested by the emperor's edict. Unless the emperor pardons him, he has no chance to go out. It is not uncommon for any case to be committed at the foot of the imperial city. There are new things every day. There are still people remembering it today. We must investigate If you have to run around, after a while, even the relevant people will be forgotten, and no one will care about the criminals. One year, five years, ten years, 20 years, you have to spend your whole life in it. In this prison, the longest resident so far is 37 Year.

Where there are people, there are unspoken rules. Jinyiwei is ruthless enough. As long as you give money, it is not a problem to help clean up the prisoners. As long as the family members give enough money, it is not impossible to accommodate them. Officials have enemies and relatives, so they can clean up and take care of them, so they can spare two pieces of money for nothing.

With the money, you can also make it convenient for yourself. People die almost every day in the prison. How to deal with the corpses?It’s a lot of effort to do it all by yourself. Whoever spent the money before should report to whom by the way, stating when and where it will be thrown, so that people can pick up the bones. As for whether you pick up the corpse to vent your anger or bury it properly, that’s up to you thing.

When the criminal case is over and there is no risk, it is not impossible for relatives to dare to come in and buy a visit opportunity without giving up their family background, but they have to abide by the rules, enter blindfolded, and leave blindfolded, neither to see nor listen nor to cause trouble. come and go.

Originating from all kinds of shocking and sensational stories in the prison, most of the family members of prisoners only spend money to buy care, and dare not come in person. Those who dare to come are really willing to fight...

A month and a half ago, the new commander took office, and the atmosphere of the prison has also changed a little bit. The people who come every day say different things. Some people can feel it, and some people don’t know anything. Since yesterday, the atmosphere has changed. What's more wrong, solemn and tense, almost every little boss can't escape it.

"What? The grandson surnamed Bu wants to borrow a place for an autopsy?" Shen Jiang's face suddenly changed, and he scolded his mother, "Fuck! The boss is busy with the case, why is he following along? What do you mean it might have something to do with the boss's case? Pooh ! It’s not that he will be punished if he can’t complete his own task, and he dares to touch this kind of porcelain, how shameless he is!”

"Then we refuse?"

"No, no need," Shen Jiang sneered, "the morgue over there is full, why don't we lend him this place, and he won't be able to sue us? Let him come and say that it hasn't been cleaned. That's all. A small place, if you love it, if you don’t, get lost!"

To the south of the Imperial Prison, there is a special mortuary and a room for morgues. The Fusi of Beizhen has a large land, so there is no shortage of such constructions, but recently there have been a lot of cases brought up by the higher authorities, and there are too many corpses there, and the manpower cannot be allocated. Sometimes in the prison, in order to scare the prisoners, or the prisoner just died in the prison, Wu Zuo would do an autopsy on the spot when he came over, and there was no shortage of mortuary tables. Wu Zuo Bu Songliang's request was not too much, but who told him and Shen What about Jiang Youchou?

Bu Songliang ordered people to bring the corpse in and put it on the mortuary table. He didn't even look at Shen Jiang, he didn't say hello to him, and he didn't talk to anyone. He just covered his nose and examined the corpse expressionlessly.

The prison is not quiet. From time to time, there are prisoners groaning in pain, and the soft sound of shackles. You can distinguish different footsteps, who is killing time, who is bored, who is passing by in a hurry and is about to leave...

it's time.

In the second cell from south to north, a teenager licked his lips. Unlike his dirty little face, he had a pair of shining bright eyes. That's now!

"The bride in Tsing Yi five days ago... seems to have come over."

The young man's lips were chapped, his voice was hoarse, and he was a little weak, but the neighbor in the cell on the right didn't miss it, and grabbed a dirty and tattered fan of no discernible color and rushed to the door: "Where is it?"

The young man's voice stopped, as if he was resting for a while, but also as if he was thinking about it: "It seems that she has a pigeon's blood jade hanging on her waist, which is invaluable."

The neighbor in the cell on the left snorted and stepped forward: "What is priceless? Why didn't I see it last time? I can't misread the baby!"

Soon, a woman who paid a lot of money to cover her face walked past quickly, and was sent out by the jailer with little respect.

The neighbor on the right is waving a fan, doing what he thinks is flirtatious: "Tsk tsk, the willows next door are weak and curling, just like the waist of a fifteen-year-old girl—you are young, and you have good eyesight."

The young man slowly walked from behind to the front of the fence, and what his eyes met was not a beauty, but a mortuary table in the distance.

The neighbor on the left snorted: "It's a little thing with no hair at all. What kind of taste is it? What kind of treasure is the jade on her waist, and the water head of the bracelet on her hand is still slightly eye-catching."

The boy's voice was hoarse, and his voice was slow: "Is the thing good, or is the person beautiful?"

The fan neighbor on the right interjected: "Of course it's Renmei!"

The one on the left taunted: "The beauty fades away in an instant, but the real treasure lasts for thousands of years."

"The flowering period is more worthy of appreciation and cherishment because it is short!"

"I'm going to die anyway, only treasures can sleep with me forever."

"vulgar!"

"madness!"

Neighbors on both sides were passionately on the line, and at first they were arguing with their voices suppressed, and outsiders didn't hear it, so the young man slowly turned on the fire, sometimes saying that treasures are more expensive than people, and sometimes saying that beauties are better than others, the noise between the two sides became more and more fierce, and the movement became louder , anyway, there is nothing else going on in the prison, so it's better to find a result, and finally... Attracted people.

Shen Jiang came over and flicked his whip: "Why are you arguing, just talk if you want to die!"

The prisoners have no other skills, they have stayed here for a long time, and their skills in dodging whips are top-notch. The two neighbors on the left and right were not whipped, and they escaped with a tactical back. They all shut up and no one spoke.

When it was quiet, the voice of someone not far away became clearer: "...the deceased was lying on his stomach, his back was uninjured, and he smelled like this. He was probably drunk, choked on his own vomit, and suffocated to death."

"Stupid." The boy's hoarse voice was also very clear.

Shen Jiang stared: "Who the hell are you scolding?"

In this prison, is there someone who is not afraid of him?

Before he could react, Bu Songliang continued to speak: "...the rib was broken and penetrated into the heart and lungs. He must have struggled when he was about to choke to death. He accidentally fell downstairs and died."

The boy's voice was hoarse and low, but it was enough for others to hear: "No."

Bu Songliang: "...It's almost enough. There is no murderer in this case. It is all known that the deceased has suffered on his own."

The boy sighed: "Big mistake."

Shen Jiang narrowed his eyes.

The young man raised his head and looked straight at him with black and white eyes: "Do you want to make meritorious service?"

Shen Jiang: "Do you know autopsy?"

"He makes you very upset?" The young man looked at the corpse table in the distance, his hoarse voice showed some energy, "The autopsy is so urgent, it must be very urgent, go to the peak and wait for the result—do you want to make him unhappy? "

"Let me take a look at the corpse, and I will let you get promoted and get rich."

Get promoted and get rich?Shen Jiang turned his head to look at Bu Songliang, then looked down at the young man, where did this boy come from, so arrogant?

The young man licked his lips and hid the light in his eyes: "Why, are you afraid that I will run away? This is your territory. With my body, I can't fly with wings... Shen Zongqi, are you so brave?"

Shen Jiang looked around, he was on duty today, and all 50 of his subordinates were there. It was the right time and place to do some private work, no one knew, and then turned around——

The person surnamed Bu has already written the post-mortem records, and he has a backstage of thousands of households. This time, he will finish the work beautifully, but he will have to go up. Outside, the job is a cheap job, so he can't get in. On the countertop, in Fusi of Beizhen, there are indispensable manpower. The life is moist and not moist. It doesn't matter whether it is a lowly nationality, but whether it has merit or not. It is seen by the boss...

He has served as the general flag for several years, and if he is about to stand up, if he is stepped on and cannot climb up, then this will be the case for the rest of his life...

Shen Jiang's eyes were sharp: "What do you want?"

The boy's eyes drooped slightly: "A bowl of rice porridge."

Shen Jiang's eyes were slightly deep, and he didn't say a word. He went out for a while, and then came back with confidence: "Ye Baiting, right? Wait!"

"It needs to be hot." The boy, that is, Ye Baiting, didn't speak any more, and slowly walked back to the corner with his eyes slightly closed, not knowing if he was asleep or awake.

After a long time, the neighbor on the left narrowed his eyes: "This kid... did he take advantage of us?"

The neighbor on the right waved his fan and said slowly, "Did you just see it?"

Turning his eyes around the young man, he chuckled lowly, his eyesight was really dull after sitting in prison for a long time, but he didn't realize that this child is a smart person.

The neighbor on the left recalled: "How does he know that if he is careful, others will agree? Just because he knows how to do an autopsy?"

The neighbor on the right waved his fan and said meaningfully: "So, it's not a trick."

The neighbor on the left thought lazily, and was most concerned about another question: "Since there is an opportunity, why don't you order meat and just a bowl of clear porridge? Is this kid stupid?"

The author has something to say:

The willows next door are weak and curly, just like the waist of a fifteen-year-old daughter. ——Du Fu, "Nine Poetry of Quatrains: The Nine Parts"

The main reference materials for this article are "Forensic Medicine", "Winning Injustice Collection", and Du Niang.The new pit is hot, solve the case and talk about love, please collect it! ! _(:зゝ∠)_