With the assistance of the Dali Temple in the investigation, we can obtain information and clues about the suspects and victims.
Even in prison, if someone deliberately let go, it would not be difficult for Cheng Zhihuai to communicate with the outside world.
He should know about the sudden deaths of officials from six ministries.
Jiang Ling initially thought that the officials who died suddenly were caused by people from the previous dynasty, but after listening to the discussion among the people next door, she suddenly realized it.
No matter how powerful the killer was, how could he still be at large despite the city-wide martial law in Beijing and the full efforts of the three departments to track him down?
Are those officials in charge of the prison and the highly capable investigators just there to eat for nothing?
I'm afraid someone is deliberately covering up for him.
Apart from the most noble person in the world, Jiang Ling couldn't think of anyone else who had such extraordinary abilities.
And those officials who died suddenly...
Jiang Ling picked up the teacup, took a sip, lowered her eyes and smiled.
I'm afraid that Lord Cheng Zhihuai was still delusionally hoping that his companions would come to rescue him when he was captured.
After waiting for so many days, not only did he not receive any news of being rescued by his companions, but he also learned that his companions had died one after another for no reason. He must have been extremely panicked and helpless.
She took a last look at Cheng Zhihuai, who was covered in cold sweat. His prison uniform was soaked through, and his body was thin and emaciated, as if a huge rock was pressing on his back.
Jiang Ling finally ate a piece of chestnut cake. Compared to the previous one which had no taste at all, this one was much sweeter.
She stood up, wiped her fingers with her handkerchief, and smiled.
"Xiao An'an, Wanying, let's go. It's so boring here."
The two people were surprised at how quickly her expression changed, but they were also happy about it. They had no interest in watching prisoners being executed.
The private room next to the window was empty, and the sun finally reached where it should be.
Wen Xingqing looked up at the time and announced in a cold voice, "It's three quarters past noon. Execution will begin."
As the execution token fell to the ground with a "click", the cold knife swept through the hot air, and the bright sunlight melted into the bright red on the ground.
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