The prisons in Taihu County have never been empty, and since they came to this Chenzhi County, the prisons have been even more overcrowded, with seven or eight or ten people in a cell, and sometimes there is really no place, and even people on death row have to be added.

There is only one type of person on death row, the death row prisoner who has been convicted of murder, and this kind of person is extremely dangerous, and only one person is always held in each cell.

The cell boss looked at the prisoners sent by the officials, and his heart suddenly became a little tired, the cells were no longer enough, the smallest cells were already locked up with ten people, and the two who came in yesterday were forced into one cell, and now they can only sit, and there is no place to lie. Now there's another one, where should it be locked?

The cell boss threw his hands at the servant and pleaded, "I said, brothers, can you stop sending people here every day?" This prison is about to be breached, and there are so many prisoners that I am deaf all day long. ”

The official said, "Do you think the brothers are willing, who doesn't want to rest at home, but our county master won't let you." I'll leave this old way to you. ”

The cell boss was helpless and casually asked, "What happened?" ”

The official said, "Steal chickens." ”

The cell boss sighed and said, "Stealing chickens also goes to jail?" How much was stolen? ”

The official stretched out his finger and gestured. The cell boss couldn't believe his eyes and asked, "Ten?" ”

The official said, "One." ”

The cell boss raised his head and looked at the county yazhengtang, "The county lord is crazy, stealing a chicken will be closed." If this continues, this prison will not be expanded, and there will really be no place to stay. ”

The official said, "Don't complain, our county lord has no hobbies, he loves to solve cases, and he will be restless if he keeps taking cases all day, and he will have to arrest people if he judges cases." The worst thing is that when no one reports the case, we still have to go to the streets and the countryside to find a case, no matter how big or small, if we bring it, we have to be sentenced, and someone has to go to jail, so that the people see us like seeing the plague god, and even the relatives at home dare not communicate with us, not to mention how bad it is. ”

The cell boss said, "It's good for you, your daily task is completed, but everyone has come to me, more in, less out, and if this continues, sooner or later the whole county will come in one by one and taste the prison food." ”

The official laughed, "Then we won't be able to control it." It's rare that this old way is sent to the door today, and our task is completed. After saying that, he turned around and left, and found someone to have a good time.

The cell boss summoned the jailer and ordered, "Register, lock in." ”

The jailer asked, "Where are you kept?" It's all full, and there's no place to close. ”

The cell boss said angrily, "Such a big prison, can't even put a single person?" Find it yourself. Without looking back, he went back to his small room to sleep.

The jailer took Lao Dao to search the prison carefully, but could not find an open space, except for the death row where the condemned prisoners were kept.

The old man, who had not spoken, was a little annoyed, and suddenly said, "Young man, don't look for it, just here." ”

The jailer looked at the cell where the old man pointed out, it was very spacious compared to the others, but it was a death row, and there were death row prisoners in it.

The jailer looked at Lao Dao suspiciously, and said, "Dao Chief, you just stole a chicken, and you went out in ten days and half a month. This death row prisoner locked up inside is a bandit who kills people without blinking, and he was only locked in a few days ago, don't look at him like a dead dog now, there is no danger, I heard that he used to be a very famous bandit, his methods are very vicious, very murderous, and he will get up in the middle of the night to drink human blood, aren't you afraid? ”

Lao Dao smiled, "Don't be afraid, didn't you say that he is like a dead dog, and the poor Dao looks at it too." Now he only has one breath left, and he can't move, what can he do? That's it, spacious. ”

The jailer shook his head and said, "Dao Chief, be careful yourself. After speaking, he took out the key to open the dead door and sent Lao Dao in.

Lao Dao smiled, "These are all people who are dying, and they can't hurt the poor Dao." He walked into his cell and sat down cross-legged.

When the jailer saw Lao Dao sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and recuperating, he said no more, locked the cell door and went straight away.

The prison was muddy, Yang Congyi didn't know how many times the oil lamp in the prison was lit and extinguished a few times, involving this murder case, he was sentenced to death, and he lost the chance to live. The wounds on his body are already rotting, and he has no strength in his body, and he is a dead dog lying on the ground, and he may die of illness in prison before the execution can be carried out.

Although he didn't move, he was awake, and the dozens of boards beat him to the ground, and any subtle movements made him feel painful, even if he just wanted to move, it hurt when he thought about it, this kind of situation, it was impossible to think about it without being sober.

The days in prison are always very long, and the time is always very slow, and the most effective way to pass the time is to sleep, and the best way to relieve pain is also to sleep. After I don't know how many times I woke up and fell asleep and woke up again, the oil lamp finally came on.

Now Yang Congyi only does two things a day, sleeping and eating. The day's sleep is now over, and all that remains is eating. He turned his head on the ground to the cell door, when the meal was delivered, he didn't know, but the rice should have been there when the light was on, and today was no exception, the rice bowl was there, and he turned his head and saw it.

When he finally crawled over to get the rice bowl, he found that the rice bowl was empty. When he was awake earlier, he vaguely heard someone coming in, was that person eating his own dinner? Yang Congyi turned his head and saw an old man sitting against the wall.

Yang Congyi glanced at the man, thinking that since he was an old man, there was no need to say anything, he would not starve to death if he didn't eat a meal, and he would continue to sleep anyway. He lay down on the ground, ready to go back to sleep, and as long as he fell asleep, he would not be hungry, as he had known long ago.

When he closed his eyes, the old man opened his eyes and looked at the dying man lying on the ground with a wicked smile. Anyway, this death row prisoner is about to die of illness, and that bowl of rice should not be wasted, Lao Dao thought so in his heart, so he did this, although the prison rice did not taste very good, it could fill his stomach.

Lao Dao inadvertently swept his gaze to Yang Congyi's sideways face, his gaze suddenly became surprised, and the evil smile on his face instantly turned serious. He got up and walked to Yang Congyi and squatted down, he wanted to get closer and see more clearly.

In this life, he has seen the faces of countless people, from the powerful in the court to the peddlers and pawns, no matter who it is, as long as he sees at a glance, he knows whether this person should be rich or poor in his life, whether he should be respected or spurned by thousands of people, whether he should live a long life or a short life, whether it is good or evil, he can see it clearly.

However, the face of the dying man lying in front of him was very blurry, and the closer he walked, the more he could not see clearly. He didn't believe that he had never seen a face that he couldn't see clearly in his life, even if he only looked at half of his face, any normal person only needed to see half of his face. But the person in front of him is different, maybe his face is different on both sides?

Yang Congyi aroused the strong curiosity of the Taoist. So he stretched out his hand and patted Yang Congyi's head, "Young man, don't sleep, raise your head and look at the poor road." ”

Yang Congyi didn't open his eyes, and replied angrily, "Why should I look at you." ”

Lao Dao smiled, "Poor Dao stole your life-saving meal, don't you want to see Poor Dao clearly, so that you can find Poor Dao for revenge in the future?" ”

Yang Congyi said, "A bowl of rice can't save my life." ”

Lao Dao asked, "Interesting, how many bowls of rice can save your life?" ”

Yang Congyi knew that no one could save his life, so he replied, "I can't save anything." ”

Lao Dao said, "This is not true. If you hadn't eaten that bowl of rice, you might have died tonight, and you wouldn't have had a chance to live. If you eat that bowl of rice, if you don't die today, you may not die tomorrow, and you may get out alive. The poor road took away your life, don't you hold a grudge against the poor road? ”

Yang Congyi asked rhetorically, "What does it have to do with you whether I live or not, why do I hate you?" ”

Lao Dao said, "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, let the poor Dao take a look, you will know whether you can live or not." ”

Yang Congyi heard Lao Dao's words, slowly opened his eyes, and asked, "Do you have such a ability?" ”

Seeing that Yang Congyi was interested, Lao Dao hurriedly said, "What did Poor Dao lie to you." Raise your head and let Poor Dao help you see if you can get out of this death row. ”

Yang Congyi thought that he was a dying person, and there would be nothing missing anyway, so when he thought of this, he raised his head and let Lao Dao take a look to see what he could say, and ask for comfort.

Lao Dao looked at Yang Congyi's unchanged face carefully, but his eyes were still blurry, and he didn't see anything. He didn't believe it, but still wanted to make amends, so he reached out and touched Yang Congyi's chin from the top of his head, touched his bones and broke his life, and he also knew a little about it. However, the results obtained after some bone touching are no different from face-to-face, and I still don't know anything.

Yang Congyi saw that after Lao Dao had seen his face and touched his bones, his face was suspicious, and he asked nervously, "Dao Chief, how is it?" ”

Lao Dao replied, "Strange, you have good facial features and a gentle face, you should be able to see it easily, but now you can't see clearly, it's really strange." After saying that, he fell into deep thought, seeking answers.

Yang Congyi sighed lightly, fell to the ground and closed his eyes, and continued to sleep. This old way is a liar, and it looks like nothing more than feudal superstition and cultural dross.

Lao Dao thought to himself, after so many years, he has never encountered this kind of thing, and the person who Lao Dao can't see clearly must not be an ordinary person.