Ichihei Daoan's words ignore the class and ignore the noble and low, it is not like the natives of this world, but like the thinking in that world. Could it be that cultivating immortals also has the effect of repairing thoughts and changing concepts?

Terrible! Terrible!

Wang Chuan thought secretly in his heart, and did not speak again.

The person was escorted to the prison of the Criminal Department, and everyone from the six doors followed the prison guard of the Criminal Department inside. Wang Chuan noticed that after entering the prison of the Criminal Department, Liang Zhutou limped, walked out of the team, and disappeared at the fork.

It seems that Liang Zhutou already knows about Sister Bottle. Thinking about it, Sister Bottle and Mr. Yang were arrested together, and they were interrogated in the door for so long, how could Liang Zhutou not know?

I don't know that Liang Zhutou is facing this green hat that is already clearly buckled on his head.

However, although he was speculating and curious, Wang Chuan did not follow to take a look. He is not a paparazzi and has no habit of chasing gossip.

Ping Daoan was completely dead, and when he was outside, he was still in the mood to call out two sentences, laughing insolently, and when he arrived in prison, he became speechless. This damp and dark place has no good memories for him, he has just been out for a long time, but he has come back again, and he has set foot in the ghost gate for the second time, how can he be in a good mood?

After sending off the people, the six doors and everyone left the prison of the Criminal Department. Liang Zhutou didn't know when he had joined the team, and his face was ugly to death. At this time, Wang Chuan did not go to talk to Liang Zhutou. I also played a key role in the arrest of Sister Bottle, and at this time, I went to talk to Liang Zhutou, which was to make myself uncomfortable.

The colleagues who had been busy all night were arranged to rest by Mr. Yang, and Wang Chuan took on the important task of patrolling the streets alone. After patrolling the streets, Wang Chuan was lazy and went to Yicui New Building.

This morning, the matter of King Kang's Mansion has spread, and after King Kang's Mansion committed another crime, today's saint finally stopped playing that set of "Huairou" techniques, and was completely disappointed in King Kang. Therefore, the disposal and arrangement of King Kang's Mansion were not hidden. Yicui Xinlou was thus blessed by misfortune, yesterday's incident did not cause much damage to the building, and those literati who were robbed of their clothes were honored to be able to participate in such a thrilling case. Yesterday's "borrowing clothes to help" has become a topic of conversation among the guests in the building. As for the secret behind the whitewashed things, the guests and sisters tacitly knew it, but they didn't have it.

Yicui New Building is therefore a little more popular. But the new play "Liang Zhu", which was disturbed yesterday and unfinished, could not be performed again. The building is busy with the aftermath today, and tomorrow the housekeeper of King Kang's Mansion, Ping Daoan and others will cut off their heads in Shenwu Square, and on the day of blood, of course it is inconvenient for the building to operate.

Early the next morning, Wang Chuan was not spared and was arranged to go to Shenwu Square.

The killing was still in the afternoon, and there were already many people crowded in the square, so Wang Chuan and his colleagues had to start maintaining order in advance. Shenwu Square is quite large, surrounded by the people, blocked by six doors on the periphery, just enough to squeeze two or three rows, basically so that everyone can see. It will be nearly noon, and there will be another layer of guards inside the square, composed of prison guards. Six doors come here to maintain order, but the prison guards of the Criminal Department are different. The responsibilities of the two compartments are different, the six doors are in order outside, and the jailer must see that there is no chaos inside. The six gates only stopped the people from crossing the line, and if the people squeezed through, the torture rod of the Ministry of Punishment would not be easy to talk to.

And every time Shenwu Square is executed, it is inevitable that some people will squeeze into the inside to eat sticks, remember to eat or not, which is helpless.

"I said, old woman, can you squeeze a little bit? Don't save a little effort, and when you ask for the cut in the afternoon, you're afraid you won't be able to see it. ”

Wang Chuan and his colleagues pulled the line to form a sparse wall, but the back was so crowded that they couldn't stop it from moving forward, so they had to discuss with the behind.

"It's not that I'm squeezing, the people behind me are pushing me."

The aunt behind said.

Wang Chuan looked back and rolled his eyes: "Do you see that there is someone behind you?" ”

The aunt stopped talking. The people next to him were still crowded. Wang Chuan felt like he was holding back a big wave, and as noon approached, the wave became more and more violent, threatening to overwhelm him at any moment.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, what the hell is squeezing?"

Colleagues shouted one after another, but to little avail. The tide was surging in, desperate for the head that flew up at a certain moment. The circle is shrinking one by one. Fortunately, the door has plenty of experience, and people crowded over, and there is still some distance from the expected boundary.

Wang Chuan originally had the heart to take a look at Ping Daoan's end. But I didn't have a mind at this point. He just wanted to end this head-killing show quickly and go to rest and rest. He only felt a little sleepy in his waist now.

It was nearly noon, prisoner cars, prison guards, criminals, executioners, and executioners entered one after another. A few people squeezed through the cracks in the crowd in a very face-saving way, and squeezed in while the catchers were too quick to take care of the left and right, so that the jailer had a place to use the torture rod in his hand.

"Look for death!"

The jailer was unceremonious, his eyes widened, and the long stick in his hand "snapped", and those individuals screamed again and again, retreated, and the people around them saw this, and only then did they stop a little and did not dare to move forward.

When the afternoon finally came, the executioner's word "behead" exploded in the firmament of Shenwu Square, and Wang Chuan saw several heads flying up and a few pools of blood flying like fireworks. There were no cheers in the crowd, but there were exclamations. Even if they were in a hurry to watch, some people couldn't accept it and fainted in the crowd.

With the screams and noise of the crowd, Wang Chuan's mood also changed.

He didn't know exactly what this change looked like, he used to think that he would have a refreshing feeling like "I don't believe it, look up, the sky spares anyone", or the loneliness and emptiness after the victory of "the whole world is clean". But at this point, he just felt that it was finally coming to an end, and that he was finally about to be able to go home and rest.

Prepare for a morning, beheading only in an instant. People watched the excitement, but no one liked to watch the heads, blood, and messes of a place. When the execution ground was closed, the onlookers who were watching the soy sauce gradually dispersed. The six doors were finally closed, leaving Shenwu Square to be cleaned up by special people.

Before leaving, Wang Chuan saw that his colleagues in the Yamen of Qinglong District had arrested several fools who secretly went to get steamed buns and dipped them in blood. However, the use of human blood steamed buns in this world does not seem to be the same as the usage of Mr. Lu Xun's pen, but Wang Chuan is not in the mood to understand.

When he returned home, Wang Chuan took off all his clothes and washed them, and asked Chen Lian to boil hot water and take a bath, washing himself all over. Shenwu Square is so big and there are so many people, killing so many people, of course, the bloody breath can't soak Wang Chuan. But Wang Chuan still wanted to wash it, so that he could wash all the bad luck in his body, which was a psychological comfort.

When he bathed out and put on new clothes and was refreshed, he suddenly felt that not only everything in Shenwu Square was far away from him, but also those flower streets and willow alleys, as well as the busy and uneven hearts, were also suddenly far away.

Tomorrow is a new day, just like a fish that has been touched.