Yan Zhi has never liked to go to the prison of the Criminal Department, and she has been in the Criminal Department for three years, and she has always relied on it.

In that ghost place, not to mention the waist check cards on the inside and outside of the three layers, the jailer of the prison division always stares at you with a pair of eyes looking at the enemy, when the whip is swung, the sudden sound of breaking the air, the iron chains on the prisoner's body are constantly trembling, and the piercing wail, which always makes Yan Zhi feel like a great enemy.

If you can afford the money, of course, some of these hospitality can be dispensed with. However, no amount of silver can erase the fear in the eyes of the prisoner. Yan Zhi has been here for three years, and she has never seen a person who goes out with all beards and tails.

She wrapped herself in the coat and walked down the moss-covered dark stone steps.

The dim glow of the torches overhead covered the entire stone path, and the prisoners let out a low moan at the sound of footsteps, like mosquitoes about to freeze to death in the cold of winter.

If you hadn't come into this world, you wouldn't have to experience the horror novel's work environment.

Although I used to be a small clerk in the provincial department, I was on the night shift in the middle of a pile of physical evidence bags and experimental instruments, and it was a little infiltrating and boring to compare the physical evidence data on the spot, but compared with the present, it was really much better.

At least she can turn on all the lights with confidence, and her colleagues can gossip together. Thinking of this, she had already begun to regret that she didn't wait for Wei Huan to come down together.

Yan Zhi checked the waist card twice and continued to walk along the passage, looking for the scene of the crime that was destined to be even more terrifying.

Xu is afraid that something will happen to the prison division, and the key criminals who will be tried by the three divisions are all placed in the deepest corner of the dungeon.

At the end of the stone steps, a ray of sunlight, symbolizing the morning light, shone through the small ventilation window, illuminating the haunted face of the gatekeeper.

It was a rather young face, a little whiter than the average person's, perhaps because of the dungeon all day long, or perhaps because of the fear of waking up in the morning to find more than two dozen corpses.

However, it looks clean and clean, which makes people feel good at first sight, Yan Zhi thought to herself, this face is really not suitable for being a jailer......

"What's going on inside?" Yan Zhi still felt that this matter was too unreasonable until this time.

"I ...... I'm going to put the rice...... When the meal was over, no one moved, no one spoke...... "The young jailer was so frightened that his head was full of cold sweat, and every word was trembling, but fortunately, his speech was quite sharp,

"I wondered, so I opened the door of the prison and pushed it like that...... People are already cold. ”

Yan Zhi could only believe at this time that the case with the largest number of deaths in this dynasty had really happened.

But it's not good where this kind of thing happened, but it happened in the prison of the Beijing Criminal Department, which was about to be tried and heavily guarded, and Lord Xie's black gauze hat was afraid that it was dangerous.

"Haven't the others arrived yet?"

The little jailer didn't hear it, Yan Zhi asked again, and he shook his head dreamily.

Although Yan Zhi and these technicians have always been the first investigators at the crime scene, at this time, she really didn't want to walk into this door alone.

There are too many things that can't be explained by one person in this kind of thing, so she decided to wait for someone to come down and talk about it.

In her boredom, she wandered around the last fine iron prison door, which was already the third such door on the way: in order to prevent the prisoner from escaping, the iron grilles of the Criminal Department were extremely labor-intensive, about a foot thick and weighing more than a thousand catties.

The three-reed wide lock hanging on the door is made of stainless steel, not only to open with two keys, but also to design exquisitely, and ordinary people can not find it at all.

"You didn't open this lock in the morning, right?" Yan Zhi wondered. The lock surface is as smooth as new, and there is not a trace of scratches to be found, so it is clear that it was not opened violently.

"I drove it with Lao Liutou, he could see clearly, I didn't do anything......"

Yan Zhi's eyebrows twisted, which was interesting: "Is there anyone else who has the key?"

"In addition to me and Lao Liu on duty, there is also a set of locks in the warehouse, and the key is in Master Xie's. ”

"This is lively, killing people in the secret room?" The person who came said what Yan Zhi thought in his heart, this word Yan Zhi had only said in front of one person, and when he looked up, it was indeed Wei Huan.

"What's going on up there?" Yan Zhi glanced upward, such a big matter, the Criminal Department is afraid that it will be turned over today.

"Lord Xie has already entered the palace to ask for guilt, and Secretary Feng of the prison department led everyone in their division to kneel in front of the prison to be investigated. Oh, and I heard that the official family sent an imperial history inspector, saying that he would be there soon. ”

Yan Zhi is actually very annoyed by these imperial histories, her business ability is not good, and she picks mistakes one by one, and she doesn't know which half-witted person doesn't know how to command blindly, so it's better to go and see it first.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pull Wei Huan and said to the little jailer: "Brother Lao, let's go in and take a look." ”

The last section of the dungeon is no different from the way it came: it is still a narrow passageway, lined with cells on both sides, all of which have low portals and dimly lit places.

The small blue-gray stone brick walls are paved with mortar made of glutinous rice and lime in the gaps, which is the most solid.

In the end, this section is locked by the prisoner, and although the single room is short and narrow, it is not so small that it cannot be turned around.

It was clean, there was no mud on the road, there was some new straw on the floor of the cell, and the usual rancid smell of the prison was not smelled at all.

I think I know that these people have some backgrounds, and they don't dare to be too lazy.

Yan Zhi walked to the end of the passage, the prison of the Criminal Department has been around for decades, and there is a lot of moss on the blue brick wall at the end, which is mottled and intermittently covered the entire wall, except for the two places above Yan Zhi's head:

There were two bronze lampstands embedded in the walls, one containing a small half lamp of oil. I think I am afraid that the air circulation will not be smooth, so that the lamp will go out, and there is a small window above the lampstand that leads to the ground, which can not only illuminate, but also be used for ventilation.

However, Wei Huan had no interest in any of this, and when Yan Zhi turned around, he was coming out of a cell by bending over, and happened to meet Yan Zhi's inquiring gaze.

"Dead, what else is there to say. Wei Huan shrugged and spread his hands.

"What about the cause of death?"

Wei Huan shook his head, his expression was a little angry, and beckoned her to pass.

Yan Zhi was curious, and walked back slowly along the road, her eyes wandering over the corpses in the prisons on both sides:

She could now understand why the little jailer hadn't noticed the anomaly right away: these people, as if they were asleep. Neither the posture nor the look looks like a corpse.

No one showed a defensive posture, no one showed a look of fear on their faces, and some people even felt that Yan Zhi was not an illusion on their faces, they even had ...... on their faces A relieved smile.

Even the straw on the ground is paved smoothly, and there is no appearance of a murder scene.

"Lu Hanlin, the straw bale list will take the exam. Next year, I was going to go back to my hometown to farm, and I ended up on the road here for three hundred taels of silver. ”

Wei Huan looked at the corpse on the ground and began his brief ritual of transcendence:

"Lord Lu, thank you for your compassion and explanation, if there is an afterlife, you must remember to ask for two hundred taels more. ”

In this dungeon full of corpses, Yan Zhi actually felt that this guy's ghost was still a little cute. I deserve to have traveled through the Internet era, and the three views follow the facial features, which is too bad.

"But look here. Wei Huan pointed to the single room of the cell, an ordinary brass lock, which was hanging weakly at the end of the iron chain. "It's very beautiful, it's a good guy. ”

"Well, I see it, the cells over there, it's all the same. ”

Yan Zhi nodded, quite a professional opponent, like a delicate scalpel, accurate and ruthless enough, unable to find superfluous steps, with the least traces, completed his work.

"The cause of death, how about we report a ghost and a god?"

Yan Zhi glanced at him quite seriously, she could feel Wei Huan's humorous intentions, but this situation was really not very funny.

"Oh, don't look like a fool, I actually want to write to hell. You see, there are no external injuries, no traces of poisoning, this expression does not even look like scared to death or heart palpitations, it can't be a good dream in prison and happy to die. ”

"I had to wait for the work to come, but I think it's enough to choke. ”

Yan Zhi couldn't see a clue, she suddenly had a feeling: the methods of this case have far surpassed this era.

"Secretary Feng has been transferred, and the General Office of the Criminal Department plus the Zhili Division is only a little over ten people, and there are twenty-two corpses here. ”

"What are you doing here?" a lazy voice sounded behind them.

Yan Zhi looked at Wei Huan, and Wei Huan also looked at her in horror. In the room full of corpses, a terrifying thought rose in the hearts of both of them at the same time, and they were terrified that this idea would become a reality.

They shuddered and turned their faces away, and what they saw was not so much terrifying as it was full of strangeness......

In the opposite cell, a slightly chubby middle-aged man, yawning, had just woken up from his sleep, smiled and picked up the meat bun issued by the jailer, and chewed it violently.

Yan Zhi and Wei Huan glanced at each other, and then she opened her mouth, but she felt that the voice she had just spoken had nothing to do with her: "Now there are only twenty-one." ”