Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 335: Rape

"For seven days, Xing Yun suffered from abdominal cramps every day and diarrhea several times, even dozens of times..."

Wang Leisheng, a grassroots cadre, understood immediately after hearing this and explained to his superior: "Shaoqing, if someone died from prolonged diarrhea, Xingjing Temple wouldn't report it to the authorities at all."

If we don’t report it to the police, where will the coroner go to perform the autopsy?

"Have you found any problems with the food in his stomach?" Although the difficulty has increased, the workers still have to do their work.

Xiao Cui adjusted his mentality very quickly. He had to deal with things one by one and investigate all the doubts one by one. Since it was poisoning, if he knew specifically what the poisonous substance was, the difficulty of investigating the case would be greatly reduced.

Wang Leisheng thought it unnecessary. "Shaoqing, we've already caught that monster. Let's have the people from Xingjing Temple come and identify him tomorrow. If he's the one who killed the person, then who poisoned him is none of our business."

He tried to poison someone, but failed. The target was intercepted by someone else. So who cares about him?

Unfortunately, Ding Yuan acted as if he hadn't heard anything and continued to do his own thing. Cui Bianxu's face darkened, and Wang Leisheng quickly changed his words: "How about this? I'll take some people to capture the monks from Xingjing Temple right now. We'll interrogate them overnight and I'm sure we can find out who they are!"

How many people can be tough enough to face the torture instruments of the Dali Temple?

Xingjing Temple

The guest house was pitch black. Jin Hejing covered his mouth, suppressed the urge to cough, and looked outside the yard carefully through the crack in the door.

Since Xingyun's death, the monks have been chanting sutras all night long in the main hall.

He felt that his heartbeat was a little too loud today, and the continuous Buddhist chanting from the hall not far away seemed too soft. He wondered if the monks were slacking off.

There was no one outside. He raised his hand, but when it touched the bolt, he quickly pulled it back.

No, we will definitely be discovered if we go out through the main gate.

He bent his waist and slowly backed away from the door. After five or six steps, he turned around and walked to the front of his house to check. After making sure the door was closed, he went back to the wall.

The wall was quite high. He roughly gestured and confirmed that as a weak scholar who was also sick, he could not climb up. Then he took great pains to move the stone bench in the yard to the wall little by little.

If the stone bench were any heavier, he estimated that he wouldn't be able to move it.

After standing there, his breathing slowed down. He was so nervous that he could hardly hear the annoying sound of chanting that continued day and night. He stretched out his hand to reach the top of the wall and found that he could just reach it. He felt a little relieved.

However, it was already curfew, and getting out of here was just his first step.

After climbing up the wall with great difficulty, Jin Hejing hesitated for a long time looking down before gritting his teeth and jumping down. The moment he landed, he felt a trace of regret - it hurts so much!

After grinning silently, he regained his strength, staggered to his feet, covering his arm, and crawled towards Wuhoupu, running faster and faster.

Dunhuafang is located in a remote area, and even the Jinwu Guards rarely come here when patrolling the city. It is impossible for him to go all the way to the Dali Temple on his own. He can only find Wuhoupu and ask them for help!

At three quarters of the hour

Jin Hejing was almost crying when he was handed over to Jinwuwei by Wuhoupu, reported to Wang Mingqian by Jinwuwei, and finally sent to Dali Temple by Wang Mingqian himself.

As the saying goes, little devils are difficult to deal with. In order to get Wuhoupu to help, he gritted his teeth and paid a full string of money. He also called on Wang Mingqian and Cui Bianxu before he successfully got them to help go out and find the Jinwu Guards.

When the Jinwu Guards came, they didn't ask for money, but they were very rude. They took him for a walk across half of Chang'an City like he was walking a dog. He almost died on the road.

Wang Mingqian was a good man. Seeing that he was like a dead dog, he pulled him up, put him on the horse, and took him to the Dali Temple.

He didn't know whether it was more uncomfortable to run halfway across Chang'an City or to be tossed sideways on horseback across halfway across Chang'an City.

But from the moment he saw Cui Bianxu, he called out in a thousand words, and it was clear that he really wanted to cry: "Cui~ Shao~ Qing~"

"Shut up and come in." This shout gave Cui Bianxu goose bumps all over his body. He tried to hold it back, and his toes were almost cramping before he managed to refrain from kicking him.

"Oh!" Jin Hejing raised his sleeve to wipe his moist eyes. It was still reassuring to see Cui Shaoqing like this. He would stay in the Dali Temple all night!

Lu Xingzhou, who was forced to stay and work overtime, openly used his boss's tea to entertain the guests and also poured himself a cup: "Moisten your throat, this journey has been difficult."

Literati understand literati best. They are the most delicate. Look at this man. How dirty is his body? His face is so pale that if you don't know him, you would think he has been dead for a few days.

"Tell me, why are you here so late at night?" Cui Bianxu gave Lu Xingzhou a look, signaling him to stop dawdling and get down to work.

Holding the hot tea, Jin Hejing sniffed, feeling his body, which had been blown by the cold autumn night wind all the way, gradually warm up. Then he began to talk about business: "Shaoqing, yesterday you asked me to pay attention to some activities in the temple, and I have been paying close attention. This afternoon, I want to go out..."

"Get to the point!" Cui Bianxu rubbed his temples.

Lu Xingzhou glanced at the pen in his hand and wanted to put it down. He unilaterally decided to withdraw his previous sympathy for this man. What was going on? As a fellow scholar, he was not so hesitant!

"Yes!"

Jin Hejing didn't dare to delay any longer. He originally wanted to focus on describing the risks he took in order to obtain the news, and then talk about the difficulties he encountered in sending the news, in order to express his loyalty to Cui Bian.

"In the afternoon, I happened to see Abbot Huaizhen sneaking out of a side door. He looked like he was avoiding someone, so I quietly followed him and heard him talking to a woman."

Lu Xingzhou asked as he wrote, "Have you seen what that woman looks like? Do you know her identity or name?"

"I saw her. She was a strong woman, about fifty years old, and looked very fierce. I don't know her name, but she is Xingyun's mother!"

"Xingyun's mother?!" Wang Leisheng slammed the table and said, "She must have known about Xingyun's death, and she's come to ask for revenge!"

Lu Xingzhou shook his head: "My son is dead, so it's only natural for a mother to come and ask about it. Why is Huaizhen hiding it?"

"I heard the woman say, 'This is your own child. I sent him here so you could take better care of him. How did you take care of him? You actually let him die!'"

As for the words like "compensate for my son, give me back my son, you enemy", etc., Jin Hejing tactfully omitted them.

He dared to guarantee that if he learned to say it out loud, Cui Shaoqing would glare at him to death.