As the saying goes, chess comes from a break, and a piece of dead branches that accidentally stepped on made Tan Zong appear and his thoughts suddenly become clear, just like a glimmer of dawn in the vast dark night.

At this moment, Tan Zong was completely sleepy. All he had to do now was to verify his ideas, so he ordered his subordinates to prepare wine and send guards to invite several surviving officials from the government office.

These officials, who were just like the top-ranking officials, had already fallen asleep at this time and were suddenly taken away by the black-faced guards. When they heard that Tan Zong was treating them to supper, they were shocked for a moment: Is there such delicious supper in the Supervisory Office?

"Don't worry too much, everyone. Today I just invite everyone to have a meal, and I have no other intentions." Seeing the officials with panic and frightened eyes, Tan Zong realized that these people might have misunderstood him, and stood up with a smile, signaling them to sit down.

Several officials sat down at the dining table uneasy, looked at Tan Zong respectfully, and did not dare to breathe.

Suzhou City has been in a panic these days, and officials and nobles of all sizes are worried. Everyone knows that the Japanese bandits' arrival is strange and disappears even more bizarrely. They actually disappear from the eyelids of thousands of pursuers. Even with their toes, they can imagine that Suzhou Prefecture must have an internal agent of the Japanese, and the identity of this internal agent is not low, because ordinary people cannot do this at all.

Everyone deeply felt Zhao Yunan's anger when he first arrived. Since the top priority of Suzhou City was to help the damaged people rebuild their homes and restore the living order of the people, and to search for the disappearing Japanese bandits, Cao Qiaomu and Sun Yan had not yet launched an investigation into the internal response, but this did not mean that the matter was left unresolved.

Several officials have been struggling in the officialdom for many years, and everyone knows that Suzhou Prefecture may be turned over by the people of the Supervision Bureau this time. If they do not find out, the Japanese bandits will never give up.

The Supervisory Office is the most powerful institution in Dashun Country. It has the support of the emperor of the dynasty and is decisive in its style of doing things. In addition, the incident was so big that it was normal to occasionally kill a few people in order to investigate the case. No one would pursue this matter.

To be honest, do you dare to use the head on your neck to guarantee that the person killed must have been wronged?

Besides, if the Supervision Bureau really wants to kill someone, it is not easy to get the evidence. It can easily make some false charges that can make the other party's head fall.

Therefore, what officials in Suzhou City are most afraid of now is dealing with the Supervision Bureau. God knows what the hell are doing behind their backs.

"I am sorry to invite everyone so late, so I will do it first." The atmosphere in the room was dull and depressing. Although the weather was cool now, Tan Zong still found that tiny beads of sweat were seeping from the foreheads of the officials present, and he did not dare to wipe them. So he smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"I dare not, I dare not."

“This is what it should be.”

"The adults still haven't rested late at night and are a model for ours."

...

The officials stood up one after another, raised their glasses to drink the wine in the glass, and said some compliments.

"I heard that Zhao Yuanchang's young master seems to have some problems with his legs and feet?" Tan Zong chatted with the officials without saying a word. After drinking for three tours, the atmosphere at the scene eased a lot, and he asked casually.

"Sir, this matter will start from three years..." Several officials looked at each other after hearing this. A round-faced official seemed to be the oldest, so he looked at Tan Zong and told the story of Wang Hao and Zhao Shiting back then.

What the round-faced official said was roughly equivalent to what Wang Hao said. After all, this incident caused a storm in Suzhou City back then, and it was well known to everyone in the city. Although the round-faced official was not ashamed of Wang Hao's behavior of surrendering to the enemy, he did not dare to distort some things in front of the sixth-rank guerrilla of the Supervision Bureau. If he did that, he would be seeking death.

"Therefore, it was an accident that Mr. Zhao's leg was broken." Finally, the round-faced official summarized it with a look of regret.

"Who is this Wang Hao?" Tan Zong pretended to be enlightened and asked calmly.

"He is the magistrate of the mansion, a coward who is greedy for life and fears death and has no integrity." A middle-aged mansion sitting next to the round-faced mansion official spoke, with two beards on his tone, and he was quite disdainful of Wang Hao. He then explained to Tan Zong, "After the Japanese bandits entered the city, Wang Hao not only surrendered to the Japanese bandits, but also led the Japanese bandits to kill the whole family of Lord Zhao who was swearing to surrender to death. Now he has been imprisoned and executed tomorrow. Lord is a prison officer, and he should be able to see this dirty villain tomorrow."

"What is the grudge between Wang Hao and Lord Zhao? Could it be that the two of them became enemies because of Mr. Zhao's legs, and he did such a bad thing?" Tan Zong showed a surprised expression and asked in confusion.

"Mr. Zhao is kind and generous, and never makes a grudge with anyone. Although Mr. Zhao's leg is indeed broken by Wang Hao, Mr. Zhao did not blame Wang Hao at all, but went to visit him instead." A thick official shook his head and said in a little indignant manner, "Wang Hao went to Master Zhao's mansion to persuade him to surrender in order to make meritorious in front of the Japanese bandits. Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao was steadfast and refused sternly. He was angry and encouraged the Japanese bandits to kill Lord Zhao's family. It was actually worse than pigs and dogs!"

"No, I went to Zhao's mansion today. I heard that Lord Zhao's wife and children were burned to death. Wang Hao is too cruel, and he doesn't care about his colleagues at all?" Tan Zong nodded and sighed, seemingly unbelievable.

"Sir, this matter is absolutely true. Many people have seen Wang Hao bring the Japanese bandits to Zhao's mansion, and have heard Lord Zhao's voice angrily scolding Wang Hao." The round-faced official sighed, "Sir, you didn't see the wife and children of Lord Zhao, and you are beyond recognition. It's simply terrible."

"Mr. Zhao Shiting is the only son. When Zhao Shiting's body was lifted out of the burned room, he rushed up and cried heartbrokenly, fainting. Everyone present burst into tears." The sturdy official couldn't help but add that he was at the scene and witnessed the burnt corpses being carried out. Now he still feels scared when he thinks about it.

"All people are burned to such a thing, can Lord Zhao recognize them?" Tan Zong looked a little surprised and looked at the sturdy official.

"In fact, it's easy to recognize. Mr. Zhao's neck was hung with a piece of long-lived lock made of pure gold. It was given to Mr. Zhao when Mr. Zhao was full of the moon. Mr. Zhao was always wearing it on his body." The round-faced official explained to Tan Zong when he heard this: "The third generation of the Zhao family passed down, and he was very spoiled by Mr. Zhao. The father and son were in love with each other, so he naturally recognized Mr. Zhao."

"Oh!" Tan Zong nodded, and a trace of unaware light flashed from his eyes.

After the banquet, Tan Zong, who was in a relaxed mood, sent the officials to the gate, which made the officials a little flattered and went home with confusion. No one could understand why Tan Zong called them, because Tan Zong talked about some family matters and kept silent about the Japanese bandits.

"Come here, bring me the coroner who collected the body for Zhao Shiting that day." Back in the house, Tan Zong poured a glass of wine, drank it dry, and placed it heavily on the table, "Silently, don't let anyone know."

A guard guarding at the door bowed to Tan Zong and hurriedly left.

From the chat with the officials just now, Tan Zong had quietly obtained what he wanted from them. What he had to do now is to further verify this.

About half an hour later, two guards carried a sack in, shook the mouth of the sack, and a middle-aged man wearing pajamas and tied like a rice dumpling rolled out from it.

The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows had a piece of rag in his mouth, his face was pale and his expression was frightened. After seeing Tan Zong, he knelt there and kowtowed desperately, and his mouth was whimpering, as if begging for mercy.

He was taken out of his home by his guards in a confused dream, thinking that the other party was a thief who killed people without blinking, and was scared to death along the way.

"Unlock him!" Tan Zong was amused and laughed and waved his hand at the guards. He realized that he had not explained it clearly before, which made the guards misunderstand what he meant.

"Uncle, please spare my life. I am just a little coroner with an eighty mother above and a three-year-old child below. I have no money at home. I hope the uncle will be kind..." After the guards loosened the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows knelt in front of Tan Zong and kowtowed with a bang.

"Sir, this guy is lying. He only has one wife and two teenage sons in his family, and there is no eighty mother or three-year-old child at all." Before the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows finished speaking, a guard said in a deep voice.

"Good man, please spare me!" Seeing that his lie was exposed, the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows couldn't help but fight a cold war and kept kowtowing there.

Tan Zongcai didn't care whether the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows had an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. He waved his hand to the guards, signaled them to retreat, and then looked at the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and said, "Don't be afraid, this is the government office, I am the sixth-rank guerrilla Tan Zong of the Supervision Office. Today I have something to ask you."

"Supervision Office?" The thick-browed middle-aged man paused for a moment, looked up at Tan Zong, then looked around the room, and looked up at Tan Zong blankly, "I wonder what the adults asked Xiaomin to come?"

"I'll ask you, are you restrained by Lord Zhao's son?" Tan Zong raised his hand, signaled the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows to get up, and asked in a deep voice.

"Sir, it is cooked by Xiaomin. Lord Zhao's family is delivered to the road by Xiaomin." The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows got up and replied carefully. After Zhao Yuanchang's family was killed, he cleaned up their bodies, put on makeup and put on new clothes.

"Have you been a coroner for several years?" Tan Zong looked at the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and asked.

"Sir, the villain has been apprenticing with his master at the age of nine. It has been thirty-one years since this year." The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows nodded and bowed, secretly guessing Tan Zong's intentions.

"Thirty-one years." Tan Zong pondered for a moment when he heard this, turned his head and asked with a serious expression, "Did Lord Zhao's son be burned to death by the fire or had died before it was burned."

"Sir, the villain has checked it. Mr. Zhao's mouth and nose are all smoke and dust, and they are undoubtedly burned to death." The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows was shocked and quickly answered.

When Tan Zong heard this, he frowned slightly and paced back and forth in the room. One of his previous ideas was overturned. The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows stared at Tan Zong suspiciously. He was surprised that Tan Zong asked such a question.

"The Zhao Mansion will be held tomorrow. Are you going to sort out the remains of the deceased?" After a while, Tan Zong stopped and looked up at the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows.

The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows nodded when he heard this. Although the bodies of Zhao Shiting and others had been dealt with, there would always be some changes after so many days. Before the funeral, he would put on makeup on Zhao Shiting and others again to ensure that they had a clean face when they were buried.

Tan Zong hooked his fingers at the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows. The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows hurriedly approached. Tan Zong whispered a few words in his ear, and saw a look of shock on the face of the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows.

"Did you understand what I told you?" After saying that, Tan Zong looked at the middle-aged man with a thick-browed look with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, sir, sir, sir must do this." The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows hurriedly bowed and replied.

"The matter is of great importance at this time, and no mistake can be allowed." Tan Zong told the middle-aged man with a thick-brow expressionless face, and escaped from his waist and stuffed it into his hands. "After the matter is successful, no matter what the result is, I will give you another ten taels."

"Sir, Mr. Xie." The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows was very surprised. After bowing to Tan Zong, he left happily.

When the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows went out, Tan Zong stretched lazily. After all the things were done, he felt relaxed.

It is said that planning things depends on people and accomplishing things depends on God. He has done everything he can do. As for the result, it depends on God's will.

At this time, a sound of clamoring for updates came outside the window. Before I knew it, it was already five o'clock in the morning. If it was converted into the time of the future, it would be past three o'clock in the morning.

Tan Zong blew out the candles in the house and lay on the bed. After a while, he fell asleep. There will be more things tomorrow. He has to accumulate energy and meet new challenges.

The next morning, the capital city, the library.

Zhao Yunbo held a book in his hand and sat intently in front of the window and looked very devoted.

"Second brother, have you heard that our good fourth brother is going to start a massacre in Suzhou City today." The door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and a figure walked in, closed the door and said to him with a smile.

"I never thought that the gentle and gentle fourth brother can also use such a ruthless hand." Zhao Yunbo stretched lazily. He didn't have to look back and knew who was coming.
Chapter completed!