Autumn, the twenty-seventh year of Yong'an.
It rains heavily in the capital city of Da Chu in autumn. The continuous rain is wrapped in a cold and humid mist, making the entire imperial city gloomy and depressing.
In the main hall of Dali Temple, candlelight swayed quietly.
Chu Wenqing sat in front of the case.
He is dressed in a crow-green official robe, with a plain jade belt around his waist. His black hair is neatly tied up, his eyebrows are clear and cold, and his facial features are delicate but without any warmth. His whole body is almost cold and distant, cultivated by being immersed in the official business of the prison for many years.
He held a page of dossier between his fingertips, his finger bones were clean and slender, and his strength was smooth and smooth.
There was deathly silence in the hall, even the breathing was very light.
Since he took charge of the Dali Temple at the age of twenty-two, he has inherited the Chu family's century-old talent for solving cases. He has never made any mistakes or omissions in any unsolved unjust case. The Chu family has been loyal to the law for generations, and is selfless. They have suppressed traitors and investigated chaos on behalf of the emperor. They are known in the government and outside the country as "the Chu family resolves cases and there is no injustice in the world."
And Chu Wenqing was the calmest, most restrained, and most unkind legitimate son of the Chu family in the past century.
"Sir, another crime has occurred."
The yamen servant entered in a low voice with a solemn expression, "The third-grade Tongpan Mansion in the south of the city died suddenly in the study last night. The secret room was closed, and there was no injury or poison around his body. It is exactly the same as the previous four cases of death of powerful people."
There was no wave in Chu Wenqing's eyes. He just raised his eyes lightly and said in a clear and straight voice: "The file is here."
Five murders, spread over two months.
The deceased were all middle-level dignitaries in the court, and their death conditions were uniform: they died in a secret room, silently, and silently. The body was examined, but no cause of death, no poison, no external injuries could be found, and it was like they withered out of thin air.
The people in the government and the public were panic-stricken, and rumors spread that the capital was infected with evil spirits.
Intention: No intention