"I just examined this corpse with Senior Brother Wang. I'll go with the constable; maybe I can be of some help."
Others might not understand, but Xu Qing knew the origin of this laundry stick. If it implicated the farmer's wife who took the child two days ago, he might not be comfortable.
"Then let's go together." Zhao Zhonghe, unaware of the inside story, thought Xu Qing was born with a warm heart, not only caring about the dead but also about his brothers in the Government Office.
The two of them arrived at the courtroom. It was quite noisy and lively; the newly appointed County Magistrate, Chen Guangrui, seemed indifferent, sitting on the platform, letting a few people argue.
There were quite a few citizens outside listening; Xu Qing had a small quirk, not daring to see crowds. Whenever he was in a crowded place, he kept thinking about how to advertise his business.