Chapter 3 Doubts
Li Jingzhao chased Su Moyi away.
Lin Wanqing watched him run away, she felt that the crimson official uniform and the gold and jade belt around his waist were strangling him like two fat sausages.
She suddenly felt stuffy and wanted to vomit, so she turned her head to avoid it, but she ran straight into Liang Weiping's helpless face.
"I know what you are going to say," she lowered her head to calm herself down and waved her hand casually, "but I don't want to hear it now."
Liang Weiping showed helplessness, took out another rice dumpling candy from his sleeve and handed it to Lin Wan Qing said: "It's time for lunch at this time. I'll treat you to a drink."
The rain outside the corridor still showed no signs of stopping. Liang Weiping brought two oil umbrellas, and the two of them left Jingzhao Mansion and came to a high-end restaurant in the bustling West Market.
Today is not a holiday, so this restaurant, which specializes in the business of powerful people, is not very busy.
Because Liang Weiping once helped a restaurant owner resolve a food poisoning lawsuit under Lin Wanqing's guidance, his face became a passport here. No matter when you come, there is always a good private room reserved and a collection of fine wines.
Lin Wanqing also benefited from it several times.
The two closed their umbrellas and followed the waiter to the private room on the second floor.
Lin Wanqing still looked distracted and absent-minded. She drank a cup of tea complacently, then opened the mahogany carved window and leaned against the window to watch the rain.
Liang Weiping then grumbled in anger: "As for you, everything is good. It's just that you don't listen to advice. It's not like you don't understand Li Jingzhao's character. Today, in front of Lord Su, you have humiliated him in public. It would be a light punishment for him to dismiss you. In my opinion, sentencing you to contempt of court today is his style."
Lin Wanqing's eyes were locked by the rain outside the window, and she took a slow sip of tea and said nothing.
Dali Temple is the dream place she wants to go.
She originally thought that through this case, She could be seconded to Dali Temple. But I never thought that something like this would happen halfway through.
Great. Not only was she unable to go to Dali Temple, but she was also suspended from her post in Jingzhao Prefecture, and she even lost the chance to get close to it.
Along with her irritable mood, her silent breathing was also infected with anxiety.
Lin Wanqing tightened her grip on the cup and asked without thinking, "Brother Liang, does he know Lord Su, the Minister of Dali Temple?"
Liang Weiping tilted his head, held the teacup in his hand, and asked, "From Shengji to Capital, from the royal family to the beggars, how can anyone not know Lord Su?"
"I mean..." Lin Wanqing thought for a moment and chose the most euphemistic word, "Background...
" ..." Liang Weiping paused subconsciously, frowned, and said: "I only heard that he is the emperor's nephew. His parents died when he was young, so he was raised by the Empress Dowager herself. Don't think that he is just a prince, his status in the court is no less than those so-called young princes."
"Oh?" Lin Wanqing became interested as the tea in the cup swayed, and asked hurriedly: "Who is Lord Su's biological mother?"
Liang Weiping frowned and clicked his tongue. , "This is not something I, a seventh-grade official, need to know. I came to Shengjing two years earlier than you. I get up early every day and work hard to finish the case file. How can I have the heart and strength to ask about the family affairs of such a big shot?"
"Oh. ..." Lin Wanqing's tone darkened.
It is true that the sky has no eyes. The life, death, honor, and disgrace of ordinary people are not as important as the thoughts of princes, generals, and ministers.
Thinking of her ten years of hardwork, in order to go to Dali Temple, she gave up the enviable position of a proofreader in tthe Provincial Secretariat, and was willing to go to Jingzhao Perfecture to be a small recorder of a ninth grade. It was this opportunity that she had looking forward for, but...
The more Lin Wanqing thought about it, the more frustrated she became, and the more frustrated she became, the angrier she became.
So, when the five words "Su Mo Yi Dog Official" came out of the air, the cup in Liang Weiping's hand was so frightened that it shook.
The hot tea spilled out and wet his sleeves.
"You!" He reacted extremely quickly. Before Lin Wanqing could curse again, he had already jumped behind her. He choked her with one hand covered her mouth with the other and blocked her next words with lightning speed.
"You don't want your life?!"
Lin Wanqing glared back at him angrily, whimpering in broken protest.
"Do you know what the crime of insulting an official of the imperial court in the street is? You usually scold Li Jingzhao in private, and it's fine, but you dare to be so disrespectful to Lord Su. I think you are really hissing..."
Liang Weiping struggled to push Lin Wanqing and looked at the row of tooth marks on his hand in disbelief. Then he looked up at the angry face in front of him. His peach blossom eyes widened and he said: "You bite me?! You dare to bite me?!" Do you still consider me as your sworn brother?"
Lin Wanqing did not show any weakness, ran around the table to avoid Liang Weiping's attack, and said back: "Then I dare to ask Brother Liang when you become sworn to me, didn't you say that you would not be afraid of the powerful and defend the people? What? You dare to Li Jingzhao, an idiot with no background, but dare not bully Su Moyi, a relative of the imperial family, where is your backbone as a scholar? Where's your original intention of joining the prison?"
"You..." Liang Weiping was speechless and could only chase Lin Wanqing around the table.
The footsteps of the two men were mixed with screams and questions, which temporarily drowned out the silence in the small room just now until there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?!"
Both of them asked angrily in unison.
The knocking on the door stopped in time, and the person outside the door fell silent.
The two were surprised and stopped chasing. Only then did a calm voice come from outside the door, unhurried with just the right amount of distance.
"Lord Su, the Minister of Dali Temple, I invite you to go to the private room next door for a chat."
Lin Wanqing: "..."
Liang Weiping: "..."
As the saying goes, when people are unlucky, and even drinking cold water will get stuck in their teeth.
Lin Wanqing was deeply concerned.
For example, at this moment, she would never have thought that Lord Su, a nobleman, would have such a refined taste. After coming out of Jingzhao Prefecure, he would go straight to this restaurant.
What she didn't even expect was that the restaurant was so empty and there were so many private rooms, yet Su Moyi insisted on taking the one next to hers.
Although walls have ears, my random shouting and cursing could be heard by the other people.
It seems that the decoration of this restaurant is not good... not good...
a room filled with the fragrance of tea and a few oil lamps dangling.
The doors and windows of the private room were closed, and the wind and rain outside could not penetrate at all.
Lin Wanqing felt a little suffocated.
Half of it was because of the airtightness of the space, and half of it was because of the group of guards with knives in the room besides Liang Weiping.
But when they were standing in front of a mahogany tea case, this man wearing a jade crown and official uniform was sitting on a table, moving slowly, and looking through the case files in front of him as if no one else was watching.
During the two cups of tea, he didn't even give them a single glance.
Su Moyi's posture when flipping through the book is very beautiful. Three slender fingers are lightly clasped at the corners of the pages, and the remaining two fingers are folded inward in a gentle arc, which is just the right amount of elegance without losing dignity.
The rustling sound of the paper made Lin Wanqing's throat tighten and her heart beat wildly.
When will she stop standing like this? It would be better to stab her in the head.
She opened her mouth, ready to fight. But before the word "Su" came out of her mouth, Liang Weiping pinched her arm.
Okay... This time, it was indeed her who got Liang Weiping into trouble, so she wouldn't talk too much if he didn't want to.
So the opened mouth was closed again in frustration.
"You said Wang Hu is not the murderer, then who is the murderer?"
The person leaning on the table finally reacted.
He raised his long finger and threw the case file in his hand on the tea table with a startling "pop" sound.
Liang Weiping was frightened by this sudden question and asked in a trembling voice: "Lord Su, are you talking about the rape and murder case? Or the murderer of the Wang Hu case?"
"Rape and murder case," the person behind the tea case pointed with his index finger. After clicking on the table, the guard on the side stepped forward and poured a cup of tea for each of them.
"What do you know about the murderer?"
Su Moyi said calmly. Although the tea was poured for the two of them, his words were addressed to Lin Wanqing.
Lin Wanqing said nothing and took the tea cup first - the first batch of Huangshan Maofeng this spring. The tea leaves must be picked after the first rain during the Qingming Festival, dried in the sun, and then carefully prepared, which is a complex process.
Huangshan is far away from Shengjing, and the Qingming Festival is only a few days away. Someone must have worked hard to deliver it after picking it up...
Look at the tea pot in your hand - it is Hotan mutton-fat white jade, completely white and translucent. Like white wax after polishing, there is no trace of impurities...
Lin Wanqing swallowed.
Because she knew that Li Jingzhao, a fourth-rank official, would not have such a high-grade Maofeng or such a high-quality jade cup unless given by the emperor, let alone such a restaurant.
It seems that the Maofeng and cup are brought by Su Moyi.
But what kind of person would bring tea leaves and teacups to a restaurant to drink tea?
Lin Wanqing was choked for a moment, her thoughts racing.
"This tea and cup are all brought by me."
Lin Wanqing: "..."
"Can you answer my question now?"
The tea in her hand shook, and Lin Wanqing suppressed her anxiety. She replied in a low voice: "The murderer should be a young man who is not burly, maybe even a little thin. He is definitely not from the army and should be doing a relatively menial job. He has low self-esteem, lives in a small area, and has a withdrawn personality. "
Why?" The voice was still cold and emotionless.
Lin Wanqing put down the teapot in her hand, bowed slightly to Su Moyi, and said, "May I ask, sir, if you still remember the circumstances of the victim's death?"
"Well, the eyes were covered, hands and feet were tied, and there were many sharp stabbing weapons on her lower body and chest."
"Exactly," Lin Wanqing nodded and asked thoughtfully: "If you are a rapist and murderer, sir, you have already prepared to kill and silence the victim before committing the crime. Why do you still cover the victim's eyes?"
"Sir, how could he be a rapist and murderer?" Liang Weiping's frightened voice came from his side.
Su Moyi didn't pay attention and waved his hand to indicate to Lin Wanqing to continue.
"When a criminal commits a sex crime, all the pleasure he gets comes from the victim's resistance, struggle, and despair. Eyes are the best channel to convey these emotions, so why would he cover them up instead?"
Su Moyi He was silent and there was no emotion on his face. Liang Weiping on the side was very afraid of such silence, so he hurriedly smoothed things over: "Maybe it's... a special sexual hobby..."
Lin Wanqing did not rush to refute him, and continued to ask: "What about the tied hands and feet?"
"Maybe, maybe... it's still a sexual fetish..."
"What about the stabbing of the deceased's lower body with a sharp blade?"
"It's still... a sexual fetish..."
"..." Lin Wanqing looked at Liang Weiping speechless and choked.
Liang Weiping felt cold at the sight. He suddenly thought of something and jumped up from the stool. He rubbed his neck and said, "I, I'm just guessing...I don't have such hobbies..."
Lin Wanqing twitched her eyes, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "If you ask me there is a reason for all this."
Su Moyi: "What do you mean?"
Lin Wanqing smiled with determination, "First of all, The murderer tied the victim's hands and feet because he was not strong enough to hold the victim down throughout the crime, so he would rather waste time and tie up the victim at the risk of being discovered at the scene. This also shows that the murderer is afraid that he will lose his victim.
"So, what kind of man would have such an evaluation of himself?" Lin Wanqing raised one corner of her lips and asked herself.
"Extremely low self-esteem. A man with extremely low self-esteem will be afraid that his victims will see him. Their gazes make his hair stand on end and he will not be able to derive pleasure from killing. Therefore, he will blindfold the deceased."
Liang Weiping opened his mouth after hearing this. Want to talk.
Lin Wanqing didn't give him a chance and continued: "Finally, the damage to the deceased's lower body gave the reason for the murderer's low self-esteem."
Su Moyi narrowed his eyes slightly, her expression as elusive as ever. If he hadn't unconsciously leaned towards Lin Wanqing, Lin Wanqing would have almost thought that he was not interested.
"He is impotent."
Everyone present was startled.
"A man who is impotent cannot have normal intercourse with a woman, so his psychology is distorted. He can only imagine that the cold knife is part of his body, and he can repeatedly penetrate the lower body of the deceased to get pleasure." "
Because he is impotent, he has an inferiority complex. Therefore, when we put the details together, the case makes sense."
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