At night, Wang Dazhui was on the bed, turning over and turning over, but he couldn't sleep, and his mind was full of scenes of Song Zhiyuan and others being beaten bloodily in prison to extract confessions.

According to the plot I saw from TV and novels in my previous life, once you go to prison, you can't take off a layer of skin, and it seems inevitable to kill the mighty stick.

As soon as he closed his eyes, it was as if he heard Song Zhiyuan constantly shouting in his ear that he was wronged.

If you don't save it, your conscience is disturbed, save it, you can't do anything. Wang Dazhui thought that his strength was still too weak, if he had enough ability, he could at least go to the prison to see Song Zhiyuan and them now.

Rushed to the doctor, Wang Dazhui really had no choice, so he had to ask the system for help.

"System god, can you hurry up and help me think of a solution? As long as you can do it, I will listen to you in the future. "Wang Dazhui sold himself for the peace of conscience.

[System: It's really stupid, I don't know that this system is so wise and powerful, why did I choose you blindly? 】

"Yes, you're a wise old man, and I'm sure you'll have a way to help my stupid host." In order to achieve his goal, Wang Dazhui shamelessly exerted his sycophant skills.

[System: Then what do you think is the key point of whether this matter can be overturned in the end?] If you can tell, I'll help you. 】

When Wang Dazhui heard this, he felt hopeful, so he worked harder to pat the system's sycophants, anyway, he didn't need money.

"Lord System is really kind-hearted, he is really a living Bodhisattva, since you are so sincere, then I will guess what the key point is to solve this matter."

[System: Okay, for the sake of you slapping me so hard, I'll give you a few more chances to guess. 】

"I have the soul and wisdom of an adult, and this matter, based on my previous experience from television and novels, is nothing more than a few points. First, create new public opinion and take the opportunity to divert the attention of the melon-eating masses. Second, find out who is behind the scenes and cut off the source of rumors. Third, let this matter reach the heavens, and finally the emperor will solve it, if the emperor can understand, then everything can be easily solved. Wang Da Hammer babbled and analyzed for a long time.

[System: Why are you so verbose? After talking for a long time, the last one is a little useful. 】

Wang Dazhui listened to the system's comments and said shamelessly: "Haha, I'll just say I'm still very smart!" Now that I've guessed it, you're going to keep your promise and help me find a way to get rid of my teachers. ”

[System: Don't worry, what this system has said will never change, since you guessed a little, then I will barely count you through.] 】

"Then tell me quickly, how can I do it to achieve my goal of saving people?"

[System: The time has not come, it is futile to think of any way, you better rest for a while, or you will lie down yourself before you rescue others. Don't worry, I'll help you get them out. 】

With the guarantee of the system, the stone in Wang Dazhu's heart finally fell to the ground, and he was really tired after tossing for half a night, so he fell asleep deeply.

The moonlight outside the window was hazy, but Song Zhiyuan in prison still couldn't fall asleep over and over, and he began to recall the origin of the poem.

"Who would have stuffed a piece of paper into their book? His books have always been kept by himself, and he almost never leaves them. What could it be that God put into it without knowing it? Could it be the one who framed himself? He lay alone on the straw in the prison, looking out the window at the moon and thinking.

Suddenly, a person flashed in his mind, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible, Wang Da Hammer was so small, and he was still in the literacy stage, it was impossible to write poems of that level.

He analyzed all the people who had access to his books one by one, and still didn't have any clue, because no matter who it was, it was unlikely that anyone who could write such a heroic poem would be able to write such a heroic poem.

His mind was booming, and when he thought that his mother was also affected by himself, he felt guilty to death.

His mother worked hard for him to study, saving money and money, and was reluctant to wear even a decent dress.

But he hasn't been admitted to fame and fame, and he hasn't let his mother live a good life. Now that he has been changed to a death row prisoner, he is really ashamed of the ancestors of the Song family and his father under Jiuquan.

Huang Tingxuan, who was in the cell next door, couldn't sleep at the moment. Looking at the moonlight coming in through the skylight, he was dumbfounded.

He held the hand that he took out the poem from Song Zhiyuan's book, and wanted to break it, his nails were already deeply embedded in the flesh, and blood flowed out of his fingers, but he didn't feel anything, as if it wasn't his own hand.

Next door to him, Han Tao was imprisoned, and at this moment Han Tao was crying alone, crying heartbroken, crying a lot.

He cried not because of regret, but because of the fear of death, and he was afraid of his days in prison.

Not far from them, several cell bosses were drinking and talking. No, I smiled, and I didn't know what to say.

The prisoners in the other prisons were also in different shapes, some were sleeping whirring, some were shrunk into a ball and shivering, and some were just like Song Zhiyuan and the others.

They have a lot in common, the same unkemptness, the same dull gaze. His eyes were full of death, and he couldn't see the slightest expectation of life.

Everyone in this cell is a death row inmate, maybe they have committed a heinous crime, or maybe they have been wronged like Song Zhiyuan.

The night is quiet, but also lonely and lonely, and every soul tossing and turning in the middle of the night is tired. They are fragile and sensitive, and they can't hear the slightest movement.

……

"Knock, knock, knock, knock......"

The drum at the entrance of the county government was beaten early in the morning, and the movement was very loud, attracting many passers-by to gather around to watch the excitement.

"Who is this? Ran to the county office early in the morning to beat the drum and voice the grievances? A passerby asked.

Next to the return: "Who knows? Looking at Mian Sheng, it doesn't look like someone near us,"

"I don't know what grievances there are, I got up so early." The man next to him asked again.

"Wait a minute, won't you? As long as someone beats the drum and voices grievances, the county magistrate has to be promoted. "The one who spoke looked very experienced.

The door of the county government opened, and the catcher inside quickly came out of it and said to the person who was still beating the drum: "Okay, don't knock, the adults already know, you can go inside and talk about any grievances." ”

The person who came put down the drumstick and followed the county government to catch and quickly entered the county government hall.

Yang Gang was sitting in the lobby tidying up his clothes, and it seemed that the sound of the drum had knocked his heart up.

In the past few days, he has not been able to rest well, and he is worried all day long, for fear that something will happen again, so that the emperor will know that he will click directly.

"Who's in the hall? Register your name. Yang Gang slapped the shocked wood and asked loudly.