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The people from Chitieku did not go into the dungeon.

They came first to take the medicine box and the case files related to the evidence-grabbing incident.

The leader was named Qiao Wu, around forty years old, with an old burn scar on his left cheek. He wore tight leather gloves and a "Hei Tie Ku Transporter" badge hanging from his waist.

He Wenbai frowned as soon as he saw him.

"Take off your gloves."

Qiao Wu didn't move.

"Lord He, the warehouse workers carry iron all year round, and their hands are so cracked that they can't stand the wind."

Anado chuckled from behind the wooden fence.

"Afraid of the wind, or afraid of being seen?"

Qiao Wu didn't look at her.

Du Song placed the transfer order on the table.

"The Red Iron Depot belongs to the Ordnance Department of White Wolf Pass. The tallow, box seals, and depot soldiers seized from Black Stone Fortress should all be transferred to the Ordnance Department and the Military Law Department for joint trial."

Yan Heng said, "The person can stay, and the case file will be copied."

"no."

Why?

"To prevent collusion."

Yan Heng stared at Du Song.

"Zhao Honggang was poisoned, and the food was delivered in an old bowl from Chitieku. Now Chitieku is here to pick him up."

"Does Lord Du find this appropriate?"

Du Song said, "That's precisely why we need to take him back for investigation."

That sounds fair.

But Zhao Hong shook his head desperately in prison.

It was obvious to everyone that he didn't dare to leave.

Zhao Chenglie suddenly knelt down in front of Du Song.

"Master Du."

"My father is guilty; let him be judged according to his records."

"Don't let them take him away."

Du Song looked down at him.

"Are you Zhao Chenglie?"

"Yes."

"The fake Falun Gong bureau, you're part of it."

Zhao Chenglie's face turned pale.

"have."

"Then you're an accomplice too."

Du Song raised his hand.

"Take them with you."

Two guards from the Red Iron Depot immediately stepped forward.

Zhao Chenglie instinctively stepped back.

He used to long to return to White Wolf Pass.

Now, that road is not a way out for him.

This is the second episode of Black Pine Ridge.

The escort soldier took out two wooden cangues.

The names of Zhao Hong and Zhao Chenglie were written on the cangue beforehand, and the ink had dried completely.

This shows that the people from Chitieku knew who they were to take with them before they set off.

However, Du Song's transfer warrant was only revealed to the public after he entered the fortress.

Ji Yunzhou stared at the two lines of text, his fingers slowly clenching.

When did you receive the list?

Qiao Wu remained unfazed: "The military law department of Bailang Pass already has a record of this."

Du Song turned to look at him.

Even Du Song was unaware that his name had been written on the wooden cangue.

He Wenbai also noticed the problem. He instructed his clerk to note the age of the ink on the wooden cangue, but Qiao Wu kicked snow onto the cangue, obscuring half of his name.

The movement was minor.

But everyone saw it.

Qiao Wu wasn't there to take on a case.

He came to take away the people in the case who could still speak.

Zhou Tieheng stood at the prison gate.

"Lord Yan, the person is in the hands of the military law officer."

"Give me a word, whether you'll hand it over or not."

Before Yan Heng could speak, Du Song had already picked up the bronze seal.

"The seal of the judge of the Military Law Department is here."

"Anyone who tries to stop us will be treated as a robber."

The veins on the back of Zhou Tie's hand, which was gripping the knife, bulged.

Lu Shuangyi pressed down on the hilt of his knife from behind.

"retreat."

Zhou Tie turned his head: "General!"

"retreat."

Lu Shuangyi's voice was cold.

She can't pull it out.

With this sword drawn, the "chaotic army" that Han Wenshan had been waiting for for several days was finally formed.

The men of Chitieku opened the cell doors.

When Zhao Hong was lifted up, his legs were still trembling. Zhao Chenglie followed behind, looking back several times, but no one could save him.

Chen Mu is still in the medical tent.

He couldn't even see this scene.

Han Wenshan, however, stood outside the dungeon and could see very clearly.

He walked up to Zhao Chenglie and whispered, "If your father had confessed his crimes earlier, he wouldn't have had to suffer like this."

Zhao Chenglie looked up at him.

"You poisoned me."

Han Wenshan smiled.

Do you have a certificate?

Zhao Chenglie did not have a certificate.

He could only look at Han Wenshan.

That feeling of helplessness is more painful than being stabbed.

When the procession reached the training ground, the curtain of the medical tent was opened a crack.

Chen Mu leaned against the couch and saw Qiao Wu.

I could also see the weight with which he landed.

"Mazda 6".

The military law tent was diagonally opposite the medical tent. Ma Liu, chained to a tent pillar, immediately poked his head out when he heard Chen Mu shout.

"I'm here!"

"Look at your hands."

Ma Liu paused for a moment, then stared at Qiao Wu.

Qiao Wu kept his left hand on the knife and his right hand on the horse's reins, without removing his gloves.

As I passed the medical tent, a gust of wind swept up half of a torn seal on the ground.

The seal was affixed to the horse's leg.

The horse jumped in fright.

Qiao Wu subconsciously reached out to grab the reins.

The leather glove on his left hand was torn off by the reins.

Only four fingers remain.

The little finger is missing at the base.

Anado called out from behind, "It's this hand!"

Qiao Wu's expression changed drastically.

He offered no explanation.

My first instinct was to move closer to the horse's belly.

Chen Mu only said one sentence: "The box."

Ma Liu immediately looked at Qiao Wu's horse.

A narrow wooden box was tied to the back of the saddle.

The corner of the box was stained with black butter.

The lame man on the outermost side also saw it.

"The medicine box has such a wide inner compartment."

"That box can hold half a book."

Qiao Wu suddenly drew his knife.

It was not Chong Chenmu.

It's the wooden box behind the saddle.

Su Wan was the closest.

Clutching the tattered copy of the book, she instinctively lunged forward, using the book's pages to block the knife.

The wooden plank was split open.

The old wound on the back of her hand was also ruptured by the shock, and the white cloth quickly seeped red.

Lu Shuangyi's knife then pressed down on Qiao Wu's neck.

"If you move again, you'll lose your hand too."

Qiao Wu froze.

Yan Heng strode over and personally untied the narrow wooden box.

The lock on the box doesn't have a key.

Zhou Tie cleaved it in two with a single stroke.

There is no complete half-volume inside.

There was only a pile of burnt paper ashes.

Lin Qinghe squeezed through the crowd, squatted down, and rummaged through the papers.

She found a corner of paper that hadn't been completely burned.

There are three lines of text remaining above.

Han Zhao's escort order.

Old seal.

Red Iron Warehouse.

It was the missing part of the medicine box.

Su Wan gritted her teeth and put down the cracked book.

"It's our paper."

"There are stitches I sewed on the corners."

Lin Qinghe took the corner of the paper, her finger pausing on the thin line.

When the original copies were divided, Su Wan was in charge of copying them, while Lin Qinghe was in charge of storing them. The two of them hardly ever spoke to each other.

One was an old friend whom Chen Mu no longer wanted.

One was the military doctor who tended to his wounds every day.

However, they did not argue or stab each other when it came to protecting the book.

Lin Qinghe flattened the corner of the paper and smelled it.

"It still smells like my medicine box."

"Phellodendron bark, hemostatic herb, and the sophora flavescens that leaked out of the broken bottle."

He Wenbo also bent down to examine it.

The paper, thread, and medicine smell are all correct.

When Qiao Wu said he "found it," no one believed him anymore.

Yan Heng looked at Qiao Wu.

"Who told you to burn it?"

Qiao Wu shut up.

Han Wenshan said, "The suspect has been caught red-handed. Take him back to the military court for a thorough interrogation."

"We cannot return to the tent," Chen Mu said from inside the medical tent.

Han Wenshan looked at him.

Why?

"Someone can deliver poisoned porridge to Zhao Hong, and also shut Qiao Wu up."

Du Song's face darkened.

"You doubt the military law records?"

Chen Mu looked at him.

"I suspect the person who wants him dead."

Yan Heng immediately ordered the military law soldiers to form a human wall.

Qiao Wu was pinned down in the middle of the snow.

Ji Yunzhou spread out the paper.

He Wenbo personally inspected the transport permit for the Hei Tie warehouse.

The cards are real.

The butter is real.

The missing finger, footprints, wooden box, and scraps of paper all matched up.

Qiao Wu's face was covered in more and more sweat.

Yan Heng only asked, "Who gave you half a book?"

Qiao Wu gritted his teeth.

"I found it."

Ma Liu scoffed, "Why don't you just say the paper crawled into your box itself?"

Qiao Wu glared at him fiercely.

Yan Heng then asked, "Why did Chitieku take Han Zhao's escort warrant?"

Qiao Wu did not answer.

Anato suddenly said, "Ask him, Miao Jiu."

Qiao Wu's eyes narrowed.

Only for a moment.

Yan Heng saw it.

Ji Yunzhou saw it too.

"remember."

Qiao Wu finally panicked: "I don't know Miao Jiu!"

Nobody asked him if he knew them.

He answered it himself.

Old Chai sat on the stretcher, wincing in pain, yet also smiling.

"This person's mouth is even dumber than mine."

Yan Heng took a step forward.

Where is Miao Jiu?

Qiao Wu's forehead was covered in sweat.

"have no idea."

Where are the military license plates in the mass grave area?

Qiao Wu's expression changed again.

Just as he was about to speak, a crossbow bolt rang out from the west side of the training ground.

Lu Shuangyi turned around abruptly.

The crossbow bolt had already pierced through the gaps in the crowd.

Qiao Wu felt a jolt in his chest and fell backward.

Zhou Tie led his men to rush towards the west wall.

They only managed to catch one discarded crossbow.

The inside of the crossbow arm is engraved with the tiger head seal of the Black Tiger Camp.

Qiao Wu lay in the snow, his mouth full of blood.

Yan Heng leaned down: "Where is Miao Jiu?"

Qiao Wu made a hoarse sound in his throat.

He gripped Yan Heng's sleeve tightly with his remaining four fingers.

"ditch……"

"The third one..."

My grip loosened.

The person is gone.

Su Wan stood to the side, the wound on the back of her hand still oozing.

She looked at Qiao Wu, her face gradually turning pale.

If she had been even half a step slower, the ashes in the wooden box would have been shattered by Qiao Wu's blade. Now the evidence remains, but the person is still gone.

Lin Qinghe rewrapped the cloth for her.

Su Wan asked in a low voice, "Did I make things worse by blocking that?"

Lin Qinghe did not comfort her.

"The paper was saved."

"You didn't kill him."

"If it hurts, just bear with it and don't pull your hand back."

Su Wan nodded.

She didn't look at Chen Mu.

She didn't even wait for Chen Mu to record her merits.

This time, she simply carried the blood-stained booklet back to the evidence table and stood there guarding it.

Chen Mu leaned against the medical tent and closed his eyes.

The few people have been caught.

Half of the book has been found.

But the survivors still died right before their eyes.

Han Wenshan stood at the back of the crowd, his face expressionless.

Only Chen Mu knew.

In this round, Han Wenshan took something first.

The names that Qiao Wu could name.