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Yunlai Inn, Room No. 1 (Top Tier).

Jiang Lin did not spend money to buy clues as Qian Duoduo had expected. Instead, he stared at the "copy of the land deed for Songshan Villa" copied from Kaifeng Prefecture for a full half hour.

"Sir, what's so interesting about this tattered paper?" Qian Duoduo paced anxiously. "Shouldn't we try to bribe the servants at the Zhao residence? We're rich!"

"Vulgar."

Jiang Lin rubbed his temples. "Zhao Tong dared to occupy government land for twenty years, not because of his strong fists, but because of this land deed that makes him legitimate."

"As long as this skin isn't peeled off, even if you take him to the Dali Temple, it'll at most be just an economic dispute."

He activated the system in his mind. His consciousness flowed, and a massive amount of information rushed through him like a waterfall.

A moment later, Jiang Lin opened his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "Duo Duo, prepare the car. To Sweetwater Lane."

"Why go there? That's a slum."

"Go find that coroner who thinks he can take the secret to his grave."

At noon, at the dilapidated temple in Sweetwater Lane.

The coroner named Zhou Liu from back then is now a gambling addict. When Jiang Lin and Qian Duoduo found him, he was huddled in a corner picking lice.

Upon seeing the two well-dressed individuals, Saturday cautiously shrank back: "Who are you?"

Just as Qian Duoduo was about to take out some money, Jiang Lin stopped her.

Jiang Lin stepped forward, offering no bribes, only a chilling calmness.

"On Saturday, twenty years ago, the head of the Sun family died suddenly. You accepted fifty strings of cash and fabricated a medical record claiming it was from an 'acute illness,' right?"

"You...you're talking nonsense! He died of illness!" Saturday's face turned pale, and he vehemently denied it.

"Whether he died of illness or not is not for us to decide."

Jiang Lin crouched down and gently tapped the ground with his folding fan, his voice low and menacing, like a demon's whisper:

"Did you know that if it's arsenic poisoning, the toxin will seep into the bone marrow? Even if the skin and flesh are completely rotten, the bones will remain black and won't fade for eighty years."

This is the most basic introductory knowledge of forensic medicine in later generations, but when he heard it on Saturday, it was like the "words of ghosts and gods" that were so shocking that he lost most of his soul.

Jiang Lin snorted coldly and leaned forward: "Twenty years ago, the people in charge of Kaifeng Prefecture were a bunch of idiots. They didn't know how to examine bones, and they were fooled by your forged autopsy report."

"Things are different now. Lord Bao Zheng is worried about not being able to find any fault with Zhao Tong, while I happen to have the secret technique of 'opening the dead bones'."

"Tell me, if I were to present it to Judge Bao and ask him to reopen the coffin for an autopsy, would your colossal lie from twenty years ago still be able to be concealed?"

Saturday's face instantly turned from yellow to white, then from white to green. He knew, of course, what kind of person Bao Zheng was—a living Yama who wouldn't tolerate any injustice!

Jiang Lin continued to exert pressure, his voice low and incantation-like: "Once the coffin is opened and the black bones are examined, will your charges of 'falsifying a corpse and covering up a murder' be enough to warrant immediate execution? At that time, will Zhao Tong protect you, or will he kill you to silence you?"

Their psychological defenses crumbled instantly.

On Saturday, trembling all over, she knelt down with a thud, clutching Jiang Lin's clothes tightly: "Young Master, save me! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! Those bones were indeed black! Zhao Tong forced me to do it all back then!"

Jiang Lin stood up and looked down at him: "If you want to live, come with me."

At Shenshi (3-5 PM), in the back hall of Kaifeng Prefecture.

Bao Zheng had just finished processing official documents and was rubbing his temples when Jiang Lin walked in with a trembling old man.

"Mr. Jiang, is this the 'ironclad evidence' you mentioned?" Bao Zheng glanced at Zhou Liu, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Human testimony is only one aspect."

Jiang Lin did not rush to get Zhou Liu to confess, but instead laid the copy of the land deed flat on Bao Zheng's desk.

"Lord Bao, your judgment is unparalleled; could you have spotted the flaws in this land deed?"

Bao Zheng picked up the land deed, examined it carefully for a long time, and shook his head: "The seal is clear, the paper is old, and it is also official paper from that year. I can't tell if it's genuine or fake."

"Fake."

Jiang Lin was resolute.

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the vermilion official seal:

"Lord Bao, please look, the inscription on this seal is in the 'Nine-Fold Seal Script.' This script is intricate and winding, filling the entire seal surface, making it extremely difficult to imitate."

"That's true, what's wrong with that?"

"This is highly inappropriate." Jiang Lin's eyes gleamed with wisdom. "According to the 'Song Dynasty Criminal Code - Laws on Seal Casting,' and also based on my research—"

"The Nine-Fold Seal script was only fully implemented in official seals during the Jingyou era. However, this land deed is dated to the fifth year of the Tiansheng era."

"During the Tiansheng era, official seals were mostly folded into five or seven layers; there was absolutely no way they had nine layers!"

"It's like the people of the previous dynasty using the money of the current dynasty."

Bao Zheng slammed his hand on the table: "That's it! Even if there were seal script in the fifth year of the Tiansheng era, it could never have been of this standard format!"

His gaze towards Jiang Lin changed, and an excited glow spread across his dark face. "What a remarkable Jiang Lin! What a master of investigation and knowledge! He even knows the intricate details of the Imperial Seal's casting process!"

Then, staring at the land deed, cold sweat poured down his back: "If it weren't for your erudition, sir, I would have been fooled by this fake deed for life!"

"This is not just forgery of documents, it's forgery of official seals! That's an even more serious crime!"

"slow."

Jiang Lin smiled. "Lord Bao, this isn't over yet. Forging the land deed is just the beginning; the real killer move is yet to come."

He pointed to Saturday, who was kneeling on the ground: "Saturday, tell Lord Bao how the head of the Sun family died twenty years ago. Remember to be specific, such as the amount of arsenic and the time it took to take effect."

Saturday was already terrified, and under Bao Zheng's "death stare," he confessed everything like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

After hearing the confession, Bao Zheng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"That Zhao Tong! He murdered for money, forged official seals, and seized government land! Every single one of these acts makes him deserving of death!"

"However..." Bao Zheng pondered, "Without that genuine land deed, the most crucial link is missing. I've also contacted the descendants of the Sun family, and they say it was lost long ago."

"It's not lost."

Jiang Lin said confidently.

"Mr. Jiang knows where it is?" Bao Zheng asked in surprise.

"I don't know, but I can deduce it."

Jiang Lin walked to the window and looked at the dilapidated streets outside. "I checked the Sun family's files from back then. Old Master Sun was an extremely cautious and superstitious man. Three days before his sudden death, he frequently went to the local earth god temple in the south of the city to burn incense and even donated a clay statue of a god."

"If someone senses impending doom, where would they hide their belongings and life?"

"Hide it on your person? They'll take it. Hide it at home? They'll raid your house."

"Only by hiding it inside the belly of a god can no one dare to touch it."

Jiang Lin turned around and looked at Bao Zheng:

"Lord Bao, I would like to trouble you to send someone to the Earth God Temple in the south of the city to smash that clay statue. I bet the thing is inside its belly."

"Someone come here!"

Bao Zheng roared, grabbed the command arrow, and shouted, "Where is Zhan Zhao! Go to the Earth God Temple in the south of the city immediately! Even if you have to tear the temple down, find the item for me!"

Half an hour later.

Zhan Zhao returned home, covered in dust, carrying an oil paper package sealed with wax pellets.

With trembling hands, Bao Zheng peeled off the wax pill, revealing a perfectly intact red contract bearing the official seal in "Seven-Fold Seal Script".

Ironclad evidence.

Bao Zheng gave Jiang Lin a deep look. He certainly didn't believe in luck; this was clearly a matter of extraordinary means and godlike intelligence.

He suddenly stood up, his dark face flushed with excitement. "With these, tomorrow in court, I'll make that Zhao Tong return all the meat he's eaten over the past twenty years, with interest!"

"The court session is tomorrow, and you must be present! Witness the fate of this bully with your own eyes!"

Jiang Lin shook his head and took a step back.

"I won't go."

"Why?" Bao Zheng asked, puzzled.

"My reputation is too great now, and I am a 'distinguished guest' invited by the government. If I were to sit in court, people would say that Judge Bao is afraid of power and uses his power to oppress others, which would tarnish your lifelong reputation."

Jiang Lin walked to the door and glanced back at the plaque inscribed with "A Bright Mirror Hangs High" at Kaifeng Prefecture.

"Lord Bao, you should only focus on upholding the law impartially. As for the rest..."

He pointed to the sky above, then to the direction of the palace, a meaningful smile playing on his lips:

"Someone will keep an eye on things for us."

"Tonight, many people in Bianjing will probably not be able to sleep."