bestfiction Chapter 215 Jinghui is dead too?
Chapter 215 Jinghui is dead too?
"No news yet about the ambushers?"
The man was wearing an official uniform and sitting in the lobby. His eyes beneath the brim of his hat were cold and contained murderous intent.
"Yes, it's been a day."
The masked man in black kneeling below nodded affirmatively and responded in a deep voice.
"I'm afraid something has happened."
The man tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest and frowned slightly.
It doesn't take that long to hijack a prison van.
Heihu Mountain is the only way from Shanxi to Beijing.
The prison van escorting Wang Ganju set out yesterday and should have arrived long ago.
"What about the other side?"
He paused, took a deep breath, and then asked again.
"is back."
The man in black answered again.
Finally hearing some news that made him feel better, the man nodded and at least made up for it a little: "As for Wang Ganju, it depends on the capital."
Only after capturing Wang Ganju and suppressing the mutiny in the west of the city did Zhu Ming truly gain control of power.
Now that Wang Ganju had been sent to the capital, Zhu Ming relaxed and began to handle government affairs. He wrote letters to persuade the reinforcements from various places to withdraw.
"Your Highness, Your Highness!"
A hurried shout came from outside the government gate, and a soldier ran out of breath and knelt down in front of Zhu Ming.
Seeing the kneeling soldiers so panicked, Zhu Ming realized that something was wrong and frowned: "What's going on?"
"Your Highness, General Jinghui...he is dead!"
The soldier was so frightened that he didn't dare to look up, and just stammered in a trembling voice.
"what?"
Even though Zhu Ming was mentally prepared, he was still shocked and stood up from his seat after hearing the words of the officer.
Jinghui instigated the mutiny and was more likely related to the Wang Ganju case. He was an important figure.
How could he die before he even came for interrogation?
"General Jinghui died suddenly last night..."
The soldier was even more frightened when he saw Zhu Ming's intense reaction, but as the matter was of great importance he could only repeat his words.
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Ming had already walked past him, leaving only a cold sentence: "Take me to see it."
The officers and soldiers had no choice but to drag their limbs, which had become limp from fear, to the front of Zhu Ming to lead the way.
Jinghui's body was already surrounded by soldiers who were looking at each other in bewilderment.
The person in charge of guarding stood among the crowd with a terrified look on his face, not knowing what to do.
"Your Highness!"
Seeing Zhu Ming coming, these people immediately made way for him and looked at him worriedly.
"How is this going?"
Zhu Ming frowned, looked at Jinghui, who looked pale and lifeless, and asked in a deep voice.
"Your Highness, we...we don't know either."
Seeing Zhu Ming asking questions, the guards knelt down immediately, fearing that Zhu Ming would blame them for dereliction of duty.
"Where's Wu Zuo?"
Zhu Ming ignored them and asked again?
Now is not the time to pursue these people. Those guys hiding in the dark are difficult to deal with even myself, let alone these small characters.
"I've sent someone to call them, and they should be arriving soon."
The guard took a shaky step forward, his head lowered.
After all, this happened by my own hand, and I am the only one responsible for it.
Hearing that the coroner was on the way, Zhu Ming didn't say anything more, but just squatted down.
Jinghui looks like a big and strong man. He almost shot himself to death a few days ago, and the place where he was shot by the arrow is still painful.
It should be impossible for such a person to die suddenly.
It seems that those people don't want any clues to fall on them.
"Your Highness, I have something important to report."
Zhu Ming was still observing Jinghui's body when a soldier ran over in a hurry.
Seeing that he had disturbed Zhu Ming's train of thought, he immediately knelt down again.
"explain."
Seeing another person coming to report the news, Zhu Ming's heart sank again and he spoke helplessly.
I hope this guy can bring me some good news.
"The bodies of several men in black were found outside the city."
The man raised his head and said seriously.
"I see."
Zhu Ming was helpless and could only sigh.
Why is there another man in black here?
"Don't worry, sir. Miss Xu has already taken someone to see it."
Seeing Zhu Ming in such an awkward situation, the soldier looked at him again and spoke quickly.
Hearing that Xu Miaojin had already brought people over, he felt a little relieved.
Now I should figure out Jinghui’s matter first.
"grown ups."
After waiting for a while, an old man with a red face came over in a panic and said respectfully.
"Look how he died."
Zhu Ming nodded. As the old man came over, a smell of alcohol hit him in the face.
Coroners work with corpses all the time and see all kinds of horrible things.
People like this often choose to numb their nerves with alcohol.
After a long time, he looked like a drunkard dressed like this.
The coroner squatted down and carefully looked the body up and down, examining the eyes, nose, throat and tongue one by one with his experienced technique.
"This……"
The coroner frowned, took out a silver needle from his box, and stabbed it into Jinghui's throat.
Seeing that the coroner seemed to be having difficulties and could not complete the examination in a short time, he could only arrange for a few soldiers to assist and then returned to the government office.
This man hid among the officials and refused to show up. Even if Wang Ganju and Jinghui fell into his hands, he still had ways to deal with them.
When Zhu Ming returned to the government office, Si Jin, Chen Ling and others were already waiting there.
Seeing him coming back, he smiled bitterly and said, "Did the traitor Jinghui get into trouble?"
Seeing that they had even guessed what had happened, Zhu Ming could only smile helplessly.
"What's up with those men in black?"
After a bitter smile, Zhu Ming looked at Si Jin and the others, and asked about the man in black outside the city gate.
"Look at this."
Sijin said as she handed a letter to Zhu Ming.
"Those men in black tried to rob the prison van, but were killed by the robbers from Black Tiger Mountain."
Zhu Ming looked at the letter in his hand while listening to Si Jin's report.
"And the prison van?"
Zhu Ming didn't care about the identities of these men in black. He cared more about whether the prison car escorting Wang Ganju was in trouble.
Jinghui is already dead, and the only witness he has is Wang Ganju.
"The prison van is fine. These bandits are not interested in it."
Seeing this, Si Jin replied in a deep voice.
This letter was written by Hu Wei, the leader of the Black Tiger Camp, to Zhu Ming, and was sent together with the corpses of the men in black.
He allowed Hu Wei to retrieve his brothers' bodies, and Hu Wei let the prison van go, so the two sides evened their debts.
Zhu Ming breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wang Ganju was fine.
"This Hu Wei is pretty straightforward."
Zhu Ming put the letter away and sighed.
Although Hu Wei led his men to take advantage of the chaos to plunder Shanxi, judging from this incident, he was a man who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment.
"It's a pity that such a person has become a bandit and cannot be used by me."
Thinking of Hu Wei's bravery, Zhu Ming could only shake his head helplessly.