One month later, in the court hall, Zhou Ge fiddled with the fox-ear dagger.

　　The guards enjoyed watching him practice at first, but after several months, he was still using the same knife techniques. One of them boredly blew a mucus bubble.

　　Just then, there was a urgent sound of footsteps outside the hall.

　　A man came in and said urgently, "Report to the inquisitor, there has been a homicide case outside the city!"

　　The sudden news was like a thunder, and everyone was full of energy.

　　"Take the lead and let's go!"

　　The messenger led them, and soon they came to a single house outside the city.

　　Zeng Gang subdivided people to maintain the scene.

　　"Zeng Gang, what's going on?"

　　The two greeted each other and saluted.

　　"Zhou Ge, come and take a look."

　　Zhou Ge walked over with someone.

　　There was a man lying on a bamboo mat by the pond. His limbs and face were swollen, and there were sand and water in his mouth. Seeing the corpse, Zhou Ge stomach felt nauseated. He leaned on the fence and vomited for a while before returning to the group.

　　"How did he get so swollen?"

　　"He was soaked."

　　"Did he fall into the water by accident?"

　　"No, someone did it deliberately. Inquisitor Zhou, please take a look."

　　Zeng Gang then lifted up his front clothes and showed his neck with clear finger marks. Obviously, he had been strangled and choked to death.

　　Zhou Ge immediately thought of one thing: "Who is the owner of this house?"

　　Zeng Gang looked helpless and said, "The owner is Sun An, who sells freshwater fish. He is deaf and cannot hear the outside world. Of course, he cannot be excluded from suspicion. The interrogation to you, my lord. I think it is appropriate to invite the coroner to examine the corpse and ask the family to identify it.what do you think?"

　　Everyone knew that Zeng Gang had worked as awitchcraft policeman for many years and had rich experience. Such arrangements were undoubtedly appropriate.

　　"Let's take him to the Forensic Institute," Zhou Ge assigned.

　　Some people went back to the city to invite the coroner, some people brought a wooden cart to transport the corpse, and some people escorted the owner of the fishpond Sun An back to town. Everyone had their own assignments.

　　The group entered the city and immediately attracted attention. People looked at Sun Deaf being escorted away and started to gossip.

　　Outside the Forensic Institute, several guards and soldiers were guarding the premises. Inside, Zhou Ge and Zeng Gang waited for the test results.

　　While waiting, a little maid came inside.

　　After saluting each other, she introduced herself.

　　She was Yu Wen, a maid working for wealthy fruit merchant Yang Dahu in the city. Because their family was missing a martial artist, her master sent her here to see if he was dead or alive.

　　Yu Wen entered the morgue and immediately recognized the dead man as her brother Yu Liang. She collapsed on the spot and cried bitterly.

　　"Brother Yu Liang, it's really you! You left me behind and now what am I going to do? You died so tragically..."

　　Zeng Gang was somewhat confused: "How can you be sure that it's your brother?"

　　"The clothes were sewn by me, how can I not recognize my needle and thread, Brother Yu Liang, you died so miserably..." she cried as she sobbed uncontrollably.

　　After crying for a while, she started to tell the details.

　　It turned out that they were siblings and worked at Yang Dahu's home - her brother worked as a martial arts master while she was a maid.

　　Two days ago, her brother went out for something and never returned home.

　　"Do you know why he left?" Zhou Ge asked.

　　Yu Wen suddenly remembered something: "How could I not know? Earlier, my brother won the two carvings were a pair of birds with wings of Lightness for me in the street. How could Feng the craftsman be willing to accept that? It must be him, it must be him. Justice Adult, you have to give me justice!"

　　After finishing speaking, she started crying again.

　　Zhou Ge listened and suddenly realized something from the past.

　　"Someone, go back to the trial hall and bring Feng Zhen, the owner of the woodcarving shop."

　　"Sir, what about Sun the Deaf?" a guard asked.

　　"Bring him back together."

　　Zeng Gang was not very happy. He thought that the autopsy results were not out yet, so why the hurry? But he could not disobey the orders of the Inquisitor, so he asked some of the guards to stay and left with some of them.

　　The city residents saw the arrests and heard about the trial, so all the curious people gathered outside the trial hall.

　　After about two hours, the curtain in front of the hall was removed, and the two lines of soldiers standing in front of the main hall took two steps back, revealing the entrance.

　　At this moment, The craftsman Feng was escorted into the courtyard, shouting his innocence. Inside, the young inquisitor dressed in an eagle pattern straightened his clothes and walked to the entrance of the hall.

　　The common people had not seen a formal court session for many years, so everything was new to them.

　　Seeing that the inquisitor was a young man, they had mixed feelings. Some said that he was too young and inexperienced, while others wondered if he was married and planned to arrange a marriage for him. Most of them wanted to see how he would handle the case.

　　Zhou Ge ordered someone to bring a table and prepare the case files. He sat behind the table, encouraging himself not to be nervous for the first time.

　　"Bang!" He lightly placed the gavel and asked, "Are you Feng Zhen?"

　　Feng Zhen had never seen such a scene, let alone as a suspect. He looked up and saw that the inquisitor Zhou really had a dignified appearance.

　　"I...I...I am..."

　　"I ask you, do you know Yang Dahu's martial artist, Yu Liang?"

　　"Ah...he...yes, I know him..."

　　"Nonsense! According to what I know, when he was testing his archery in front of your shop, he did not reveal his name or surname. How could you recognize him?"

　　The craftsman Feng was stupefied and did not know what to say.

　　"Sir...sir...I..."

　　"What about you? Tell me, did you secretly approach him later to seek revenge?"

　　"No, no, it's not true?"

　　"I'll ask you again, where were you two days ago?"

　　"In the shop, always in the shop."

　　He picked up a confession and threw it down the hall."Take a look!"

　　Feng Zhen trembled as he walked forward and picked up the confession, which sent him into a panic and he collapsed to the ground.

　　The confession clearly stated that he had instructed the shop workers to watch the store during the day and returned only late at night. It was obvious that the shop workers had confessed.

　　"Your Excellency the Inquisitor... I..."

　　"Do you still refuse to confess? Do you want to be tortured?"

　　At the mention of torture, his thighs went numb and he felt no sensation in his groin area. When he looked down, he saw a large wet spot on the ground.

　　"You peed? Hahahaha..." The people outside the courtyard laughed until their stomachs hurt.

　　Some people were happy for him, saying that anyone who saw such a situation would pee. The more they explained, the more the people laughed.

　　Zeng Gang waved his hand and said, "Move him to a different place."

　　Two soldiers helped Feng Zhen stand up and shuffle to a clean spot. Then he provided a detailed account of what happened two days ago.

　　After the two carvings were a pair of birds with wings was taken away, he was not satisfied. He made inquiries everywhere and finally found out that the martial artist who was archery was the martial arts master of the Yang family. To recover his investment, he sought out Yang Liang several times in secret, but the other party always refused.

　　Later, he came up with an idea: not only would he not ask for money, but he would also pay money. The plan was simple: let Yang Liang help him choose good pieces of carved wood, make them into finished products, and sell them for a 20-80 split. In this way, not only could he reduce the time and cost of selecting wood, but he could also get raw materials. Why not do it?

　　Yang Liang was even happier because the Yang family usually had nothing to do and had plenty of free time, so he readily agreed.

　　The two men talked until late at night and then parted ways.

　　Feng Zhen didn't say anything before because he didn't want people to know that he was petty and stingy. But now in this situation, he had to say something.

　　As Zhou Ge listened, he thought to himself, "Do you have any evidence?"

　　"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, we made a private deal without any evidence... As for how he died... I really don't know anything."

　　Yu Wen heard this and couldn't accept it: "Nonsense! Your Excellency the Inquisitor, you have to help my brother."

　　Just then, a message came from the Inspection Bureau: "Your Excellency the Inquisitor,we have a new discovery!"