Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

Song Zhen seemed to hear two voices. When he was puzzled, he suddenly looked up and saw——

"Spare his life!" At this time, a young man in dark blue official uniform raised his waist card and repeated it again. In Song Zhen's eyes, there was a radiant light behind him!

Really, Thai pants are hot!

The executioner involuntarily stopped swinging the knife in the air.

Cui Changshi walked off the stage angrily, came to the man and whispered: "Huaiying, do you know what you are doing?"

"I told you to spare his life!" The young man said calmly.

"Why? Is there an order?"

"I found new evidence in this case that proves Song Zhen is not the murderer!"

Cui Changshi laughed angrily. He walked off the stage and scolded: "The case has been concluded. What do you mean by turning the page now?"

"Nothing else means, I just don't want anyone to be wrongly accused to death for no reason!"

"Well said!" Song Zhen shouted excitedly. This is my brother!

Cui Changshi turned around and glared at him.

"Keep your voice down. The case has been closed and the case file has been sent to the Dali Temple for trial. You are just a small judge. What can you do?" Cui Changshi smiled disdainfully.

"Execute!"

"Wait!" The young man stopped him again!

"Song Zhen was sentenced yesterday, and he will be executed today! According to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, all sentences above "prison" must be submitted to the Dali Temple for review, then reviewed by the Ministry of Justice, and finally confirmed by the saint himself before execution. Does Cui Changshi know what the consequences of doing this are?"

When Cui Changshi heard this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, damn it! There are dogs and rats who are harming me! He hurriedly looked down at the document in his hand.

Only then did he realize that the name did not match the document, and he had never handled Song Zhen's case? What's the situation?

If this knife really went down, his official hat would definitely be lost, and he would be severely punished.

"Watch your attitude when you speak! It was the petty official of Fengqiu County who brought him up, why are you asking me for an explanation?" Cui Changshi was confronted by a small judge. Not only did he lose face, but he was also very aggrieved, okay?

Boom--

At this moment, a thunder streaked across the sky, and suddenly a heavy rain fell!

"This is..." Cui Changshi breathed a sigh of relief. He waved his hand pretending to be helpless, just in time to have an excuse to step down.

Soon, the official took Song Zhen back.

Fortunately, he was not beheaded.

The Tang Dynasty stipulated that executions should not be carried out before the rain stops and the sky gets bright.

It seems that God saved Song Zhen's life! He also saved Cui Changshi once!

Song Zhen looked at the young man gratefully, and the other nodded with a smile on his face.

Before he had time to thank him properly, he was pushed into the prison car.

......

"A-choo——" Song Zhen rubbed his nose in the dark cell.

Magby, the rain wet the sky, and I caught a cold.

My previous life was tortured beyond recognition, and it was already painful, and I had to suffer from the virus.

"It's so uncomfortable!"

At this time, the prison door opened, and the young man who had shouted "spare his life" walked in.

He waved his hand, and the jailer left and closed the door again.

"Benefactor!" Song Zhen hurried over.

"How is it? Is your life here good?"

"?" What illusion makes you think that being in prison is comfortable?

Song Zhen was speechless. He changed the subject and asked, "Benefactor, may I know your surname?"

[There was no "you" in the Tang Dynasty. 】

"Your surname is Di, your name is Renjie, and your courtesy name is Huaiying."

"!" I'm so surprised! It turned out to be the eternal detective Di Renjie!

Song Zhen bowed and said, "I have heard of you for a long time."

"Haha, I'm just a nobody, how can I say I have heard of you for a long time?"

You are young now, but you will be famous in the future. Song Zhen muttered silently in his heart.

"Di Gong has been running around for my sake, and I am very touched."

"I am just on the road to find the truth, and everything I do comes from my heart. Also, don't call me Di Gong, I can't stand it."

"Okay, you are a few years older than me, so I might as well call you..."

Song Zhen quickly shut up, and just now he accidentally blurted out "Brother Jie", and almost made a common sense mistake.

First of all, people in the Tang Dynasty usually called their fathers "brother".

If you are lucky enough to travel back to the Tang Dynasty, you must not call him "big brother" when you meet him, which is equivalent to recognizing him as your father when you meet him.

Secondly, you cannot call ancient people by their names. Only parents, monarchs, teachers, and elders can call ancient people by their names. If other people call them by their names, it is disrespectful.

If I really call him "Brother Jie", Di Renjie might fight me to death.

I can't call him "Lord Di" either. The word "Lord" can only be used to call parents in the Tang Dynasty.

After thinking about it,, just call him by his given name, Song Zhen crossed his hands and bowed respectfully: "Huai Ying."

Usually, a person's given name is only used by friends and family members. When two people meet for the first time, you just...

However, Di Renjie is not the kind of person who is fussy about formalities. Although it is not appropriate for the other party to call him by his given name, he did not care.

Because he did not know Song Zhen's given name, nor did he know his ranking in the family, he was worried about calling him randomly, so he called him: "Song Lang."

If you know the other party's ranking, you can call him something like "Song Da Lang" or "Song Er", with surname + ranking + Lang/will not be added.

For example, Di Renjie is the fifth child in the family, and some people call him "Di Wu Lang" outside.

Perhaps it is because he survived the disaster, in Di Renjie's eyes, Song Zhen seems to talk more, which is a good thing for him to handle cases.

In the past, when they met, the other party was silent and looked dull.

"Huaiying, can you tell me about the case in detail?"

"Yes." So, Di Renjie repeated what was recorded in the case file.

Song Zhen couldn't help but frowned as he listened.

The crime scene was in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of Bianzhou. Logically, such a desolate place should be sparsely populated.

But the next morning, before dawn, a woodcutter "just happened" to pass by and "just happened" to walk into the temple and found the two people lying in the temple.

There are no coincidences without reason in the world, only deliberate ones.

Song Zhen and the fourth daughter of the Zhao family, Zhao Wenyu.

When the two were found, they were hugging each other. Among them, Song Zhen's clothes were intact, while Zhao Wenyu's lower body was naked.

The officials arrived quickly, investigated the scene, and immediately determined that Song Zhen had killed Zhao Wenyu.

What's funny is that Song Zhen never went to court or defended himself. He was tortured in prison all the time, but was directly sentenced to beheaded.

This is against the rules. The Tang Dynasty stipulated that the judgment should be announced to the defendant in court, confirmed and signed, and he could appeal if he was dissatisfied.

"Huaiying, where is the temple now?"

"The top of Luofeng Mountain in the suburbs."

"Okay, let me ask again, how high is the mountain?"

"About thirty feet."

Wait, how many meters is thirty feet?

Song Zhen calculated it in his mind and got the result, one hundred meters?

Normal people would not think of forcibly killing a woman in such a place, right?

By the time you climb to the top of the mountain, not only will you be exhausted, but you will have already gone limp.

So why did Zhao Wenyu appear there?

There is only one reason, someone asked her to go there.

A young lady like this who stays in the boudoir rarely goes out. If she is not invited by an acquaintance, she will not go.

Moreover, even if they went, they would definitely bring maids or servants with them, and they would never go alone.

After listening to Song Zhen's analysis, Di Renjie nodded in agreement.

"That's true, I thought of that too. You, who come from a humble background, have no chance of getting close to the deceased."

Then, Di Renjie said apologetically, "No offense."

Song Zhen didn't take it to heart, he smiled indifferently.

"What really made me sure that you are not the murderer is the footprints I found at the scene."

"The obvious footprints at the scene were left by someone wearing black leather Liuhe boots, and your background doesn't support buying a pair of black leather Liuhe boots at all."

Song Zhen looked down at the straw sandals on his feet, looking embarrassed.

"Anything else?"

"Not for now." Di Renjie shook his head.

"Where is the body box (autopsy report)?"

"On the day of the crime, there was no one in the coroner's office."

In the Tang Dynasty, the government did not have a special coroner at all, only a coroner responsible for registration.

It was not until the Qing Dynasty that the position of coroner was established.

Generally speaking, the government asked the "coroner's office" from the private sector to assist in the autopsy.

And the "coroner's office" was actually just a private organization responsible for funeral services.

"What?" Song Zhen was shocked. The autopsy, a very important part of criminal investigation, was not even done, and the case was hastily closed?

Moreover, from reporting to the government, to filing the case, to interrogation, to sentencing, to execution, a one-stop service, it only took three days in total?

Is it reasonable?

Was the efficiency of work in ancient times really that high?

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