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When the seven pages of burnt paper were delivered back to Black Stone Castle, Chen Mu was running a fever.

Lin Qinghe forbade anyone from entering the medical tent.

Zhou Tie stood outside the tent, holding a wooden box in his hands.

Seven pages.

"Su Wan snatched it back."

"Er Gou was stabbed in the back."

"Liang Qi has run away."

The tent remained quiet for a long time.

Chen Mu's voice had just come out.

Where are they?

"Thirty-four households were rescued in Xitun."

Zhou Tie paused for a moment.

"Three households died."

He didn't look at Er Gou when he said that.

But Er Gou still heard it.

His knife wound on his back had just been bandaged, and he sat on the doorstep, his face deathly pale.

Tao Laogen stood beside him, still holding the charred door latch in his hand.

The old man had been cursing his son the whole time, saying he was useless.

Upon hearing that three households had died, he suddenly stopped cursing.

He lowered the latch and knelt down facing the direction of the medical tent.

It's not about kneeling before Chen Mu.

It's to ask for names for the three families who died in Xitun.

When Er Gou saw his father kneeling, his eyes immediately turned red.

Er Gou suddenly looked up from the side.

His father, Tao Laogen, did not die.

Three households died in Kexitun.

One of the households belonged to Feng Shan's elderly mother.

When the fire started, she was too slow to get out.

Two other children died from smoke inhalation in the woodshed.

After Zhou Tie finished speaking, he clenched his fist tightly.

This is not a victory.

Saving 34 households doesn't mean we didn't lose.

Chen Mu coughed twice inside the tent.

"name."

Su Wenyuan immediately handed over the household register of Xitun.

Lin Qinghe tried to stop her, but in the end she stepped aside.

Chen Mu did not look at the burnt paper.

First, look at the deceased's name.

"Feng Chenshi".

"Li Xiaoman".

"Li Erman".

After he finished reading, he closed his eyes.

"First, enter the casualty and injury section."

Han Wenshan stood outside the tent and said calmly, "Casualties in battle are common on the border."

Chen Mu opened his eyes.

"Who says otherwise?"

"Even ordinary things have names."

Han Wenshan refused to answer.

He looked at the wooden box in Zhou Tie's hand.

"Seven pages of burnt paper, reduced to mere edges, what kind of certificate can that be?"

Su Wan stood behind, her hands wrapped in thick cloth, her face pale.

Her fingers trembled slightly upon hearing this.

She almost thought she had robbed him for nothing.

Chen Mu said, "Bring it in."

The wooden box was opened.

The burnt paper was laid on the white cloth.

Lin Qinghe personally used a silver needle to press down the corners to prevent the paper from tearing.

Only half of the first page remains.

The words "Black Tiger Camp Night Raid Supply" can be seen.

Below are two names that were mostly burned away, leaving only the character "柴" (firewood) and the radical "马" (horse).

Old Chai and Ma Liu were both outside the tent.

Old Chai muttered under his breath, "It's burned really clean."

Ma Liu's feet were still too heavy to walk, so he was carried over and craned his neck to look.

"Does it have the 'horse' radical? Is that me?"

Lame San lay there, his voice hoarse, and said, "Your confession isn't on that page."

Ma Liu was taken aback.

How did you know?

The lame man closed his eyes and said, "I've memorized the supplementary register."

Everyone looked at him.

The lame man slowly carried it on his back.

"Black Tiger Camp Night Raid, first page: Old Chai, Stone, Er Gou."

"Page 2, Ma Liu, Que San, and Bei Qiang Can Zu."

This is the first page.

He couldn't point, so he could only use his voice.

Chen Mu said, "I'll remember."

"The scorched paper with fragmented characters matches the first page of the supplementary register carried by the lame man."

Han Wenshan sneered: "Can something carried by a person be used as evidence?"

Du Song came in from outside.

"A crime cannot be committed on its own."

"It can be corroborated by the remaining paper."

Han Wenshan glanced at him.

Du Song did not avoid it.

In the past few days, he has gone from "interrogating Chen Mu" to "interrogating accounts," and it has become increasingly difficult for Han Wenshan to pull him back.

The second page contains the order for Han Zhao's escort.

The words "old wax remelted, fire stamp reapplied" are still half a line remaining.

Ji Yunzhou immediately took out the notes on the suspected orders that he had copied earlier.

There are two pairs on each side, with the fire marks in the same position.

The third page details the source of the seized items.

Three iron claws, five short axes, and two sets of leather armor.

The signature at the end was burned.

However, a small black fingerprint remained on the edge of the paper.

Su Wan extended her uninjured left hand and pointed to the edge of the paper.

"My seal was originally placed here."

Everyone looked at her.

Her voice was very low.

"After I signed the register, Su Wenyuan had me put my fingerprint on the side of the supplementary register."

"My hand had just been burned at that time, and the pressure made it crooked."

Su Wenyuan immediately flipped through his records.

Sure enough, there was a line:

Su Wan's medical record was re-examined later; the hand injury was found, and the fingerprint was off to the right.

The right side of the charred paper was mostly burned off.

However, the edge of the remaining red mark is slightly to the right.

Han Wenshan asked, "Can a mere partial seal be considered?"

Du Song coldly replied, "They can corroborate each other."

This is the third time he has mentioned mutual verification.

Mutual testimony does not constitute a conviction.

But with more mutual corroboration, the range of lies becomes narrower and narrower.

Lin Qinghe glanced at it.

"Liang Qi has medicated oil on his hands."

He Wenbai said, "Hematite sealant oil."

Yan Heng had someone fetch the putty from the bottom of the bowl that Liang Qi had left behind.

One to one.

They taste the same.

Han asked Shan, "Can taste be used as a factor in a case?"

Chen Mu said, "We cannot convict them."

"Make a note of it first."

The people in the tent started writing almost simultaneously.

Han Wenshan's face darkened slightly.

These two words are what he hates the most.

Make a note of it.

First, remember not to kill.

It's good to keep a record so that every dirty thing leaves a loose end.

There is only one line left on the fourth page.

The Zhao family's old...

That's all.

There is a water stain on the edge of the paper ash.

Lin Qinghe said, "This page was once wet with medicine."

Chen Mu looked at her.

Lin Qinghe explained, "The medicine box has a compartment near the hemostatic powder, and these few pages have some medicine on them."

"I remember this page about the Zhao family's old accounts."

After she finished speaking, she herself was taken aback for a moment.

That night, her medicine kit was stolen, and she only remembered that half of it was lost.

Now, seeing the burnt paper reminds me of the location inside the interlayer.

Half a book is not a wad of paper.

Each page has its place in the medicine box.

Location can also serve as evidence.

Zhao Chenglie was being held in a corner of the military court tent. When he heard the words "Zhao family," his face changed.

He tried to approach, but was held down by military officers.

"Let me see."

Yan Heng asked, "You recognize him?"

Zhao Chenglie swallowed.

"I have no idea."

Chen Mu looked at him.

Zhao Chenglie lowered his head.

"But among the Zhao family's old accounts, there is a collection of old military equipment."

"My dad once said that when he was drunk."

The tent fell silent.

Zhao Hong is still in the dungeon, his poison wounds haven't healed, and his throat is damaged, so he can't speak in complete sentences.

Zhao Chenglie, this useless young master, has become the source of the Zhao family's old grievances.

Yan Heng asked, "What kind of weaponry?"

Zhao Chenglie's voice trembled.

"Balloon string."

"The Zhao family once managed a batch of old strings, saying they were broken, so they sent them to the Hei Tie warehouse."

"Later...later he didn't come back."

It's the Red Iron Depot again.

Another ballista.

Chen Mu closed his eyes.

"A Record of Zhao Hong"

Everyone was taken aback.

Chen Mu said, "You should ask Zhao Hong about this."

"He is still alive."

"Don't let him die."

Han Wenshan looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Chen Mu, are you even protecting the Zhao family now?"

Chen Mu said, "I will protect those who are alive."

Yan Heng glanced at him.

This sentence sounds like something I learned from Yan Heng.

But it's perfect for this situation.

Pages five and six were burned even more severely, and only the words "square face," "little finger," and "in front of the military court" could be made out.

When Anado was brought in, she glanced at him and laughed.

"Does this page say he wanted to kill me?"

No one answered.

Because she was right.

Han Wenshan's eyes turned slightly cold.

Anato, however, was not afraid.

"You Han Chinese tents are really interesting."

"The person who killed me is afraid of being written down."

Page 7 is the most complete.

There are only two lines.

Liang Qi, the box sealer of the Heitie Warehouse.

He followed He Wenbo's review team into Blackstone Fortress.

There was still a smudge of the character "贺" (congratulations) on the corner of the paper.

It was not written by He Wenbo himself.

It is the seal across the binding of the review team's entry into the fort's general register.

He Wenbo recognized him at a glance.

His expression wasn't unpleasant.

It's shame.

He led his men into the fortress, but he brought his sword with him.

This shameful act must also be included in his review account.

He Wenbai's expression changed completely.

Liang Qi came in with his review team.

In other words, the theft of the medicine box and the seizure of half a book were not solely the work of Han's personal guards.

His review team was stabbed.

He Wenbo gritted his teeth and said, "I will request to be investigated by the team myself."

Han Wenshan said calmly, "Lord He, don't be in such a hurry to distance yourself."

"You brought these people with you."

He Wenbo's face was grim, but he did not refute it.

Chen Mu looked at page seven.

"No rush."

"Find Liang Qi first."

Zhou Tiedao said, "He ran west."

Anato suddenly spoke up: "We won't go far."

Everyone looked at her.

She pointed to the burnt paper.

"He'll be scared if the burning of the books isn't finished."

"Those who are afraid will not run to the Northern Barbarian camp."

"He will find someone who can protect him."

Yan Heng asked, "Who?"

Anado smiled.

It did not mention Han Wenshan.

She only glanced at the city.

Just then, a military officer came to report.

"Deputy General Han's personal guard is missing a gray vehicle."

"The vehicle has a grain depot badge on it."

Ma Liu looked up.

Grain Commissioner.

The thread from the half-burnt grain husk was reconnected.

Chen Mu said in a low voice, "We're not running away."

"They're heading towards the grain depot."