Chapter 250

Bei Qiao went to bed after washing up. In the other world, everyone went back to their homes. Even Ji Qiang, with the help of Shopkeeper Mei, returned to her residence smoothly despite having experienced a hardship.

To prevent any accidents, her residence had been renovated to eliminate every possible danger Ji Qiang could imagine. If I had to describe it, it would be like having to leave the house even if death came to pass in order to move forward with the plot.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Contact me if you have anything." After leaving these words, Shopkeeper Mei drove away. Along the way, she did not encounter any more accidents.

"Goodbye." Ji Qiang was worried that his bad luck would affect his neighbors, so he didn't dare to stay there any longer. After saying goodbye verbally, he quickly went back to the house, closed the door, locked it, and quickly logged off.

When a player's soul leaves the system-constructed shell, the causal lines entangled with it also temporarily vanish. In other words, if a player is incredibly unlucky, they can log off to exploit a bug and abort their impending death. It's precisely for this reason that Ji Qiang dared to fake her death and reload her account. Otherwise, with the backlash from her actions, she might have logged off only to have the world crumble, leaving her and her account gone.

Ji Qiang completed her mission for the day, but Shopkeeper Mei hadn't logged off yet. After returning, she still had to find someone to take care of some things.

After confirming that all players had safely returned to their residences and logged off normally, and that the props had returned to the warehouse, Shopkeeper Mei began to arrange people to deal with subsequent issues and, by the way, to suppress the crazy people in the forum who were targeting Ji Qiang.

Shopkeeper Mei doesn't like to use the word "fans" to describe these people. They claim that they like Ji Qiang's black-and-white character of revenge, but they use this as an excuse to commit suicide in another world. They also say that this is the inspiration they got from the Plum Blossom Spear. They flood the spam group with messages crying about how difficult their lives are, as if the whole world owes them a huge sum of money.

"You can cry if you have a bad fate, but what does that have to do with others? You are playing moral kidnapping, huh..." Shopkeeper Mei wrote down the IDs of all these people, packaged them and sent them to the system, and copied them to the relevant departments: The pregnancy preservation technology is still too good, tut.

After a long day of tossing and turning, Sijin County residents and players alike finally got a good night's sleep. Only the county magistrate was still working through the night. Forced to stay up late, the county magistrate speechlessly put down the files in his hands, laughing in anger for the umpteenth time: Why hadn't I known so many mentally ill people had come to the county before? They never got into any trouble during normal life.

"No more for now, and I don't know if there are still people who haven't been dealt with in time." The county lieutenant, who had been busy all day and half a night, came over with a stack of transcripts: "All the things have been distributed, and the prison is full. If someone commits a crime again, there won't even be a place to be locked up." If they keep cramming more people in, these guys might not even have a place to sit.

"Thanks for your hard work……"

"Sir! I have something to report!"

The already busy county magistrate frowned upon hearing that there was more to deal with. Fortunately, this time, the news wasn't bad. Most of the previously apprehended scoundrels were idle outsiders, but some had relocated with their families. Influenced by the atmosphere of Sijin County, the families' first reaction to the arrests wasn't to make a scene, but rather...

"This day has finally come." The old man who received the news shook his head and sighed, "I guessed this day would come when I couldn't control it before."

"Old man..."

"Don't look at me like that, it's okay. But..."

"And then she said she wanted to donate a jail to our county government?" The county magistrate took a sip from his teacup. "Does that sound reasonable?" The county government's jail wasn't big, because the people lived peacefully and happily, and there wasn't much need for supervision. Most of the time, the jail sat unused. During General Jin's retirement, the jail was completely useless. The only time it was used was when the county magistrate, in a fit of rage while tutoring a child, threw the child into a solitary room and ordered him to reflect on his actions.

"Ah, she said she had no money, so she wanted to show her support and sent all the labor in her family who could build a house." The captain replied with his head down.

"To show my support...are there any people who want to show their support for money?"

"Your Excellency is wise!"

County Magistrate: "..." Is this reasonable? Huh? Is this reasonable?

The county magistrate tried his best to persuade those who wanted to contribute money and effort to the prison to go back, and promised that these scoundrels would not be released early. He asked the people to rest assured and not to worry that one day they would wake up and find that their evildoers had suddenly returned, rummaging through the house, or even beating people.

"Why build a new prison? It's just for arresting more people now, and it may not be used in the future." If the news of asking the common people to contribute money and effort to build the prison got out, where would the county magistrate put his face?

By the time they had finished dealing with all this mess, it was already late at night. The county magistrate fell asleep in his study, while the constables outside took over after changing shifts and continued their work.

The next day, the constables who had worked the night shift left the county government yawning. On their way home, they found a small stall to eat breakfast and casually shared the news that the court was about to hold another hearing. The stall owner, having received firsthand information, enthusiastically gave the constable an extra steamed bun. Those around them who had heard the news quickly rushed to buy breakfast and then rushed home, wasting no time to inform their families to come and watch the excitement before going to work, so they could share the secondhand gossip with them later.

"Another session?" Players who usually check the forums before going online quickly responded: we only saw half of the melon yesterday, so will we be able to see the sequel today?

Today's county yamen was even busier than yesterday's. Besides yesterday's crowd, there were also locals from nearby counties who had come on horseback to watch the show. It was unknown where they'd gotten the news, but when the players tried to find a private room, they discovered that the nearby rooms with good views were gone. With no other options, they rented a section of the courtyard wall from the store and climbed up.

“Why are there so many rich natives…” The players sat in rows on the wall, looked back at the spacious private room and sighed in unison: Can’t everyone squeeze into such a big room?

Before the court session started, the gate of the county government office was already crowded with people who were ready to watch the fun. Some people even skipped breakfast to get a seat. Some were so hungry that they ate half a pound of nuts in one breath while standing in the front row.

By the time Bei Qiao finished his leisurely exercise and went online to open the forum to get the news, the county magistrate had already started his court session.

There were probably no good seats to watch the show at this time, so Bei Qiao simply stayed inside and watched the court hearing through the live broadcasts of others on the forum. The re-processed gossip was mixed with a lot of personal emotions, but it was not too difficult to extract the information from it. There were more than one player live-streaming the court hearing.

With a commanding roar, the county magistrate officially began the day's proceedings. The first person to appear wasn't the criminal, but the county lieutenant, who had been busy all night. She announced to the people a list of all the lechers she had captured the previous night, followed by their sentences: varying terms of forced labor.

"So we have nothing to do with the corvée this year?"

"To be precise, everyone has had nothing to do with corvée labor for the past ten years." The county lieutenant put away the roster with a serious expression: "If these guys haven't been exhausted to death in advance. The news of conscription has not arrived yet. If anyone wants to change his confession, say it in advance. Don't wait until the person is taken away and then run to other places to beat drums and cry out for injustice. You will be locked up for a while for disturbing the court." There have always been people who beat drums to cry out injustice, but not all of those who cry out injustice are really wronged. Some people even beat drums for fun when they have nothing to do, and only behaved themselves after being locked up for a few days.

After the case of the lecher was dealt with and made public, the next person to appear was the voyeur who was justly punished by the masses near Sijin College yesterday afternoon.

This guy was caught on the spot and there was no need for him to change his confession. He was brought up just to give everyone an explanation and to inform those who were not present yesterday that such a person existed. If you meet this person again in the future, remember to be vigilant.

After the voyeur case was taken down, the highly anticipated sequel to yesterday's episode came next. Although it was already known that the rumormongering father and son had indeed hidden armor in preparation for becoming founding generals, everyone was still very curious about who gave them such confidence.

Bei Qiao was also curious about this, but the system reminded her that someone was looking for her, so she had to log off temporarily to deal with it. When she returned and reopened the forum, the local spam group had been flooded with question marks from different players for several pages.

Player A: What the hell?

Player B: That’s it?

Player C: Where does your confidence come from?

Player Ding: I haven’t opened the shop for a long time...that’s it?

What’s going on… Bei Qiao scrolled to the top of the spam group in one breath and finally found useful information: The reason why the rumormongering father and son believed that they would be named founding generals was because they met a man who claimed to be a commoner prince… Hmm?

Bei Qiao couldn't help but look up at the sky. "If I remember correctly, Her Majesty is still unmarried and childless, right? And the Empress herself isn't a direct descendant of the previous Emperor, is she? Where did this common prince come from? It's a complete rip-off!"

With this thought in mind, Bei Qiao continued to browse the spam group. After finishing, he felt that he had wasted half an hour.

Bei Qiao: Because he had accomplished nothing and was depressed all day, his family told him that he was actually a descendant of the royal family who had been lost abroad, and he believed it... Oh, he knew that Her Majesty the Empress had no children outside, and he thought that the so-called lost bloodline his family was talking about must be the previous Emperor. So, he felt that he was the elder of the current Emperor, and he wanted Her Majesty to abdicate the throne...

"I won't read it anymore. I feel like reading it too much will affect my IQ." Bei Qiao quickly closed the forum, fearing that he would be labeled as having an IQ lowering buff if he read it for too long.