Chapter 120 Death Mystery
"…You may stand if you wish."
Chu Songjun walked past Xie Jinghe with a cold face.
"Lock me up! Songjun! Don't go! What should I do if you leave? I have nowhere else to go except by your side!" Xie Jinghe seemed to have unsealed some kind of seal and could say anything he wanted.
Chu Songjun reluctantly quickened his pace, hoping that the strong capturers in the Dali Temple could stop Xie Jinghe.
Xiao Ling flapped his wings and took advantage of the situation: "Hey! Those big brothers over there, quickly stop this prisoner! Who is this person, wandering around in the Dali Temple! Don't you know what an important place is! This is an important place!"
Although the little bird was not very educated and used the words "some important place" immediately after hearing them, but the little bird only wanted to keep the strange guy away from his friends, so what was wrong with him?
With the order, the Dali Temple's arresters surrounded them instantly, and the leader smiled and said, "Thank you, Master. Stop."
Xie Jinghe glanced at them gloomily and shouted to Chu Songjun: "Don't worry! I will definitely come to you by myself!"
Chu Songjun didn't see it and didn't feel annoyed, so he pretended not to hear it.
He first recorded Situ's evidence of guilt into the files, and then took a look at the prison in the Dali Temple. The people who were originally in there had already left.
He stared solemnly at the empty prison in front of him, without moving for a long while.
To be honest, he knew clearly that the Dali Temple could not hold them.
But they didn't expect that they would be sent out by their uncle so soon.
What on earth could possibly scare them?
Death?
Chu Songjun thought uncertainly.
But after this incident, in his heart, the dignity of the Dali Temple had disappeared completely. He had tried, trying to limit the rights of the aristocratic families from a legal perspective, but it was not enough. The aristocratic families were behemoths, ghosts that gathered all the wealth and power, and the Dali Temple was also a vicious dog raised by one of the ghosts, pretending to be a decent person on the surface, but secretly, it was a dog. People who can see can naturally see what they want to see.
The jailer followed Chu Songjun with a sense of shame and whispered, "I failed to keep an eye on him."
"It's okay, Uncle Wu. No one can keep an eye on you in Xijing." Chu Songjun stepped forward and whispered to comfort him. He stretched out his hand and patted Uncle Wu on the shoulder: "Don't leave the Dali Temple in the next few days. Don't let your wife and daughter go out either. I will take care of it. Don't worry."
Uncle Wu just nodded.
"Where is my uncle now?"
Chu Songjun asked.
Uncle Wu's face showed an indescribable timidity, as if he couldn't imagine that person. He stuttered and replied, "Chu, Mr. Chu, he is at work."
Chu Bingtian has always been a conscientious and responsible chief minister of the Dali Temple.
It was almost dusk and it was time to get off duty. People in the Dali Temple had already left one after another, but Chu Bingtian still had his book in his hand, reading the black words on the white paper under the lamplight.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
Chu Bingtian had expected this in his heart, so he said indifferently, "Come in."
The person who came was indeed the young man carrying the parrot on his shoulder. The young man walked in and closed the door gently. There seemed to be someone else standing outside the door. Judging from his figure and appearance, it should be the young man's medical boy.
The young man walked into the light cast by the desk, and the dim light gradually illuminated his tall and handsome features.
Chu Bingtian smiled and raised his head. He was always gentle and elegant, full of bookish air. He smiled and looked at Chu Songjun, his eyebrows full of admiration: "My son, you are here?"
"I want to ask you why you let Situ and the others go today?" Chu Songjun went straight to the point.
Chu Bingtian was not surprised at all. He chuckled, closed the file in his hand, and said kindly: "Song Jun, are you blaming me? Blaming me for not telling you in advance?"
Chu Songjun was silent for a moment: "You know I didn't."
"Is that so?" Chu Bingtian sighed softly, "I almost thought you hated me. Today, I not only met my old friend Shangshu Xie, but also Brother Situ. The situations of both of you made me feel sad."
"...Why did you let them go so quickly?" Chu Songjun repeated.
"..." Chu Bingtian didn't say anything, but crossed his hands, leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair: "Then guess what?"
Chu Songjun pursed his lips. Xiao Ling secretly glared at Chu Bingtian and muttered, "I asked because I couldn't guess it!"
Chu Bingtian glanced at the parrot as if he was seeing nothing, with no emotion in his eyes, not even a bit of attention. Xiao Ling suddenly saw his action and the parrot's brows were tightly frowned. He subconsciously moved his feet and leaned against the side of Chu Songjun's face. He keenly realized that Chu Bingtian did not take him seriously.
Although it was normal, after all, Chu Bingtian was the chief minister of Dali Temple, and he was just a wild god, but Xiao Ling only felt inexplicably unhappy.
"Situ is in charge of the imperial guards. His power is huge and cannot be completely eliminated. Moreover, the twenty-two noble families check and balance each other. It would be fine if the Situ family was hurt temporarily, but if we want to completely eliminate the Situ family from the scope of noble families, it will instead cause dissatisfaction and hostility from other noble families. By then, everyone we see in Xijing will be an enemy." Chu Songjun said lightly.
"Yes, that's right," Chu Bingtian said with relief, "The balance is so delicate, and that's where the problem lies."
He changed the subject and said with a smile, "Go home early today. You are tired from all the hard work these past few days. Your mother must be worried about you. Go buy some sugar-roasted chestnuts. You haven't had them for a long time."
"I'm not finished yet."
Chu Songjun said.
Chu Bingtian stood up and straightened his clothes: "Okay, let's continue."
"But if they are detained for a while longer, the people they captured will be able to return to their homes." Chu Songjun said softly.
Chu Bingtian paused, sighed, walked up to Chu Songjun, patted the boy on the shoulder, and said sympathetically: "My son is too soft-hearted. These people are like grass in the wild grass. Every time they grow, they must be cut and used as firewood. We are different from them, so why should we sympathize with the weeds? You are young, and you need to strengthen your character in this regard, otherwise how can you face those old foxes in the future."
"My son, if you are really sad, your father will order them to narrow their range, but they also need people. Wolves can't just eat grass, right? You have to realize this. You have to be the leader of the pack." Chu Bingtian was a little worried, but there was a hint of pampering in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Seeing that Chu Songjun still didn't speak, Chu Bingtian said helplessly: "You have also seen that world. After they die, they will not only become ghosts, but also become those thoughtless paper figures flying all over the sky. Death is meaningless to them. It is normal to die early or late. When we bought them, didn't we satisfy their desires? We gave them money, people and respect. What is their return to us with their lives? We have already paid enough."
"My son, you have the blood of an aristocratic family in your veins. You are born different from them. We are the ones who dominate them, so we cannot stand together with them. You, me, the Situ family, the Xie family, the Lin family, our twenty-two aristocratic families, are the ones who truly stand together."
Chu Bingtian reached out and stroked Chu Songjun's hair lovingly: "Are you sad? I'll take you to buy some sugar-roasted chestnuts at the corner of the street. From now on, don't treat them so kindly. Take your time. I'll be with you."
Xiao Ling was speechless for a moment, and her whole body felt cold from the toes to the top of her head.
Chu Bingtian was an extremely terrifying person, and he was not wrong from the beginning.
What is us, what is them, and what is the grass in the field?
The blood of the nobles and the blood of the common people are of different colors when they flow out?
Xiao Ling's mind flashed back to the mass grave of corpses, the raven that was perched on a branch of a locust tree and tilted its head to look at him, and the three short wooden sticks that were inserted in front of him.
"If you like this parrot, ask the servants to wash it. It's dirty." Chu Bingtian said casually.
"****! What parrot? I am the merciful and kind Yuanshi Lingbao Pudu Zhenjun!" said Xiao Lingqi.
Chu Bingtian ignored him and continued, "Let's go, son. It's time to get off duty."
He walked forward and opened the door. Wang Youyu was startled and immediately stood aside respectfully.
Chu Songjun clenched his fists tightly, his body shrouded in darkness, his facial features outlined by deep light and shadow. Above the Dali Temple hall, the plaque with the words "selfless" glowed faintly in the darkness: "What about your children? What is your only child, Chu Chenghong, to you? Does his death have any meaning to you?"
Chu Bingtian paused, and for the first time he frowned: "My son, what are you talking about?"
Chu Songjun continued, "When he was a ghost and was hanging around in front of you, and when you saw him wandering alone at home, what were you thinking about?"
It was past dusk, and lights were lit one by one in the Dali Temple. The light from outside the courtyard made the shadow of Chu Bingtian, who was facing away from Chu Songjun, appear very long.
He turned his head and noticed the eerie ghostly aura in the darkness out of the corner of his eye. His eyes slowly turned forward. He didn't know when, one evil ghost after another had stood in front of him, hand in hand, staring at him without blinking with their scarlet eyes.
Chu Bingtian was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Not bad, very good, whether it's the rhythm of the interrogation, the cold and hard mentality, or the bold guess, they are all very good and did not disappoint me. Do you have to get the truth out of me now?"
"I really should have arranged a torture class for you earlier, but unfortunately I haven't met anyone who can serve as a teaching material recently." Chu Bingtian sighed: "This kind of teaching material is really hard to come by. The Gu girl ten years ago was pretty good, but it's a pity."
Chu Songjun was stunned.
He suddenly remembered that in a certain reincarnation, the witch Wen Shao suddenly escaped from the prison. Given Chu Bingtian's caution at that time, could she really escape? Did she escape with Chu Bingtian's tacit consent? Was it just because Chu Bingtian thought she was an excellent educational tool?
Chu Bingtian felt regretful for a while, his figure was still relaxed, and then Chu Bingtian finally returned to the question. He tilted his head and thought for a moment and said: "Lies are so painful that it is hard to look directly at. The truth is that there is no feeling at all."
"Chenghong is lucky enough, isn't he? He lives well at home, with his family by his side and protected by a talisman. He will have a better future, isn't he?" Chu Bingtian said with a half-smile, "It's better than some wild ghosts, whose yin energy is declining and they are only one step away from being torn apart."
As Chu Bingtian's words became more and more profound, Wang Youyu, who was originally just waiting at the door for his own young master, became more and more terrified, and his tall and strong body buried itself lower and lower.
Chu Bingtian was still talking: "You get along well with that kid, but he's also soft-hearted. Did he lead you astray?"
Xiao Ling was furious. This guy was obviously implying something to him! He was about to ask Yingxiong to help him get revenge, but when he turned his head, he was shocked. Yingxiong's cheeks were tense, and his dark pupils were full of inexplicable complexity. But Xiao Ling could feel a kind of anger that was difficult to express in words flowing out from the corners of Yingxiong's eyes and eyebrows!
"Okay, I've said everything I need to say, so it's time to leave, right?" Chu Bingtian said helplessly, "Your mother is waiting for us to go back for dinner."
Chu Songjun took a deep breath: "Does Aunt know?"
Chu Bingtian did not answer immediately. His expression became subtle, and he said vaguely: "Maybe, after living with ghosts for a long time, it is not uncommon to see ghosts occasionally."
"It's getting late, my son, go home." Chu Bingtian looked up at the sky and continued to urge.
"No, I have one last question."
Chu Songjun raised his head, his eyes were like the sea with undercurrents, he said softly...
——"Why did you kill my parents?"
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Wang Youyu’s eyes suddenly widened, and Xiao Ling almost fell off Chu Songjun’s shoulders.
Chu Bingtian paused and slowly turned his head. The light and shadow outside the corridor cut his entire face into two halves. Half of his gentle face was covered in light, and the other half was in shadow. He seemed to be carefully studying Chu Songjun's expression, but also seemed to be simply observing.
What was he trying to confirm? Was he trying to argue for something he hadn't done, or trying to justify a crime he had committed, or was he feeling sad and upset that the child he had raised was questioning him like this?
There was a silence that was neither too long nor too short.
Chu Bingtian suddenly spoke, his tone still bewildered: "Who was killed by me? Your parents? Your mother is Yingniang... your father is me..."
A chill was sweeping across the sky with Chu Bingtian as the center. The horrific drop in temperature almost froze the air in the entire room.
It was a vague ghost in red, emerging from behind Chu Bingtian like mist. He had a face exactly like Chu Bingtian's, and a body exactly like Chu Bingtian's. Chu Bingtian smiled angrily, and he also smiled angrily. They overlapped, and he was like Chu Bingtian's reflection and half of his body, like twins.
The terrifying sense of crisis came like a hurricane, and Chu Songjun's face changed slightly. The shadow under his feet began to boil. Two scarlet and strange figures emerged from behind Chu Songjun, one with long hair covering his eyes, and the other holding a head that was chopped off in his arms. They stood there silently, like two silent and bloody tombstones.
Chu Bingtian turned a blind eye to it. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward, with a look of pure confusion on his face: "Look, I'm still alive and well!"
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