Chapter Eighteen: The Traitor in Our Midst

  The Jin Yiwei came out in large numbers, and the streets immediately became spotless. Zhengnan Fang was originally a very special Fang, with not many ordinary people, and when Duan Da and Zhang Jiamu came out, there wasn't even a single person on the street, only a few yellow dogs tucking their tails and darting past the alley entrance.

  Yang Huan's mansion was located deep in the alley, and the location wasn't very good. The advantage was that it was quite large, otherwise, it wouldn't be able to accommodate dozens of people living there.

  When they arrived at the gate of the Yang's residence, all the servants were already waiting in the front yard. Zhang Jiamu took a glance and found that the yard was full of dust and litter everywhere, it was clear that these servants had been under surveillance and interrogation for days, and no one had the heart to do any household chores.

  Not far from the front yard, after passing by the inverted seat, and entering again through the hanging flower gate, and circling around a door, there is a courtyard with east-west and south-north wing-rooms facing each other. This is where the lower-class people live. The room where the incident happened is also in this courtyard.

  Zhang Jiamu couldn't stop staring as soon as he entered the courtyard. The room that was struck by lightning was in the east wing, and the glazed tiles and flying eaves had disappeared, leaving only the bare roof beams. The walls were made of bluish-gray bricks joined together with glutinous rice paste, extremely solid, but even so, cracks appeared on the walls.

  Can lightning really be so powerful?

  There are many doubts about this case, it's no wonder that Yang Huan is not convinced, and the emperor will be thoroughly investigated.

  Even if you are an emperor, you can't dispose of people at will without convincing evidence. It's better to directly use Yang Huan's memorial to make your case.

  The situation at Yang Huan's home has now implicated the deepest power struggle in the Ming Dynasty, and it can be said that every move Zhang Jiamu makes is being watched by countless people in secret!

  This feeling is actually pretty good!

  He frowned and looked around for half a day, still jumping up and down in the collapsed room. Mend saw his frowning face and already vaguely felt that he might have chosen the wrong person.

  Menda was like this, and the other Jin Yiwei flag bearers present also had a look of disdain on their faces. "This little Zhang school lieutenant looks like an intelligent person, and the things he did before were quite impressive, but handling cases is not like extorting people on the street, having a quick wit is useless."

  Can you find out the reason for this sudden surge?

  It's no wonder they think that way, Jin Yiwei can solve cases using torture, no matter how strong you are, once you enter the Beizhen Fu Si, you'll be tortured until you're like iron water!

  Since we can use torture, why bother with the trouble of investigating physical evidence? Furthermore, at that time, conducting an investigation into physical evidence was simply impossible.

  The only thing worth mentioning is that the level of autopsy in China is quite good, but several deceased in this case were completely charred in the room, and after half a day's examination by the imperial coroner, nothing unusual was found, so there's nothing to say about this aspect either.

  After struggling for half a day, Zhang Jiamu even used his hands to wipe the undestroyed brick wall back and forth, getting his hands covered in black ash. Finally, he even smelled it on his own nose, which not only made Menduo frown but also caused some of the Jin Yiwei guards to burst out laughing.

  What's going on here!

  It wasn't until half a day had passed that Zhang Jiamu finally emerged from the ruins, asking for a basin of water to wash his face and hands. Just then, two rascals he had sent on an errand came seeking an audience outside the mansion. The gatekeeper came in to report this, and Zhang Jiamu immediately summoned them in. Li Mangzi and Xue Pangzi stood one on either side of Zhang Jiamu, whispering secrets in his ear for half a day.

  Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiamu still had a wooden expression on his face. Seeing this, Yang Huan hastily came forward, his eyes filled with hope: "Commander Zhang, have you gained anything?"

  He can no longer remain calm in his own home, and the entire Yang family is staring at this young and handsome brocade-clad officer.

  Zhang Jiamu was coming to investigate the case, and rumors had already spread. The Yang family was also discussing it, saying that this Zhang officer was young but extremely intelligent, and had solved several cases in the town that made people give him a big thumbs up.

  It's all up to him now!

  If the old master is dismissed or exiled, the servants in the mansion may be sold as slaves or scattered and have to find a new master. In short, the master and servant are tied together in fortune and misfortune, and if Master Yang falls on hard times, none of them will be able to escape!

  As for Yang Huan's relatives, they couldn't bear it anymore. They were more anxious than ordinary servants. The two old men with white hair were Yang Huan's parents. Before Zhang Jiamu could answer Yang Huan's question, the two old men had already knelt down!

  "General Yang, our entire Yang family is now relying on you!"

  The old master and mistress knelt down, and all the other family members and servants also knelt down, forming a sea of black.

  Yang Huan's little daughter was only five or six years old, with a small braid, also kneeling on the ground with her grandfather, her two big and round eyes staring at Zhang Jiamu with curiosity.

  Seeing his family like this, Yang Huan could no longer hold on. He knelt beside his elderly parents and wept, saying: "Your son is unfilial, letting you worry so much, it's really deserving of death!"

  "Alright, everyone get up!"

  Zhang Jiamu originally wanted to drag out the suspense for a while, so he could see the changes in his colleagues' faces later. Unfortunately, his heart wasn't hard enough to remain unmoved by an entire family, from old to young, kneeling before him.

  Feudal society... just a few decades ago, Ming Taizu and Chengzu liked to kill three clans, all strong men and women were killed, boys under 16 were sent to the army, girls were sent to the education department, thousands of people were trampled, the tragedy of extermination, even now it makes people's hearts tremble with fear!

  Jinyiwei, it's just that in this cruel and brutal massacre, they were used to the extreme as the imperial eagles.

  He took a deep breath and announced in an extremely confident tone: "Alright, this matter has been settled!"

  "Really?" Just a moment ago, Zhang Jiamu was still expressionless, but Yang Huan had already lost hope. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost control of his emotions and knelt down crying in front of his parents. After all, he is a Ming dynasty civil servant, if this gets out, his fellow examinees and colleagues will laugh at him.

  "Yes," Zhang Jiamu nodded, took a few steps forward, and circled around the Yang family members. His movements were so swift that not only the Yang family but also the gate guards and all the Brocade Guards stared at him with wide eyes, their gazes fixed on his actions.

  "Come out, kid!" After turning around a few times, Zhang Jiamu stood in front of a servant and pulled him up with one hand.

  That young man was not very old, around twenty years old, wearing a green robe and a large hat. He had been mixed in the crowd, staring at Zhang Jiamu's movements with wide eyes. At this moment, he was suddenly lifted up by him. The young man was extremely surprised, his mouth first opened wide, but no sound came out. After a while, he finally cried out: "Sir, why did you pick me out? What does this have to do with me?"

  "What's it to you?" Zhang Jiamu smiled calmly, and with a flick of his wrist, the man was thrown to the ground with a loud "thud", kicking up a cloud of dust.

  "Commander Zhang," Yang Huan was initially stunned, and now seeing him like this, he was quite displeased, saying: "What does a lowly servant from my household have to do with this matter?"

  "What's going on?" Zhang Jiamu burst out laughing and pointed at the man, saying: "This is an inside ghost!"

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