In the dark, damp space, moaning, sobbing, coughing, the sound of ironwood clashing, and murmuring converged like the ghost language of the underworld. Mosquitoes and flies are buzzing and fluttering, busy in this fat heavenly kingdom. The air was even more turbid, and the rancid stench had evaporated into a tangible miasma, staining the entire space into a blur.

Two officials covering their mouths and noses dragged what looked like a human body through the passage between the flails, and the liquid, whether it was blood or something else, made a long mark on the ground.

"The third one today, there should be ten of them."

Separated by a brick wall on three sides, covered with hay and lit with incense, a middle-aged man with solemn eyebrows put down the scroll in his hand and sighed leisurely.

"This weather, today is less."

There were two people locked up in the large room of the bedroom, and the other one was a little older, and his temperament was much rougher than that of this middle-aged man.

"Linggao, which one did you find? This ritual is suspicious, and my old Du is still waiting for a new theory. ”

The man asked boredly, Fang Linggao, that is, Fang Bao, was sentenced to death for writing the preface to Dai Mingshi's "Nanshan Collection", and he had been in the prison of the Criminal Department in the capital for more than three months. Although he couldn't enjoy a single clean room, he could still be placed in a large side room, and he was only locked up with the criminal Hongdong County. Speaking of which, the prisoner surnamed Du also touched Fang Bao's light, and many people in the DPRK and China have mentioned that they should take care of Fang Bao in the prison of the Criminal Department, and even the university scholar Li Guangdi has handed over the words, so Fang Bao, a death row prisoner, has received the best treatment under the system, and he can still read and write books in prison.

"Today, the heat is too heavy, wait until I calm down the fire."

Fang Bao wiped the sweat on his face, the coat on his body was already soaked, but he still buttoned the placket firmly, and he didn't learn from Lao Du to open his mind.

"Call the head of the army, just ask for two bowls of sour plum soup."

Lao Du smacked his mouth, thinking about taking Fang Bao's car.

"Okay, okay, when I didn't say it...... I'm afraid of you......"

It can be seen that Fang Bud is looking over, and Lao Du hurriedly waved his hand.

"Even the body is on fire in this weather, and it's really hard for a Bodhisattva to make a decision!"

He grumbled with a grimace.

"If the mind is right, the mind is solid, and if the mind is solid, the turbidity will not enter, and if the turbidity does not enter, the foreign matter will not invade. Keep the center with righteousness, stop distracting thoughts, and the so-called calm mind is natural ......"

Fang Bud said lightly, but the last word "cool" was drowned in the sound of crackling flesh next door, until the strange gasping moan sounded, the two of them reacted, Lao Du was like a piece of on his face, while Fang Bud closed his eyes and held his breath, but he still sat upright and held the scroll, as if he could not hear it.

"Ahhh......h Oooh...... Whew......"

In the Yingde County Prison cell, which is several grades worse than the prison of the Criminal Department in the capital and has a stronger breath than several times stronger, the reverberating moans and wheezing are also several times more rude than those in the capital.

"It's me, it's me! Into the mother's! Are you spewing thick phlegm, what's going on......"

"The thin skin and tender meat are really squeezing people's fire."

"Little white face, tsk, this ass is really good, it's a pity now."

"If you like the back, use the front ......"

The flesh-and-fire conversation penetrated the chaotic voices in the cell and faintly spread outside the cell, and several jailers who were sitting under the big tree outside the cell drinking and chatting frowned.

A jailer asked, "Yellow head, that guy was originally in the clean room, and he was thrown into the tuba like this...... Nothing will happen, right? ”

Another jailer nodded: "The tuba is full of thieves who jumped out to make trouble a while ago, and none of them are easy to get along with." If it's like this, what if that guy is really Chincha's family? ”

The prison boss surnamed Huang shook his hand disapprerovingly: "What kind of place are we?" The official lord above doesn't know, the county lord doesn't know, and the master should know. If he really wants to be some kind of Qincha's family, can he still be transferred to us? ”

He tapped his temple: "Think more with your brain." ”

A jailer snorted: "That guy had a random attack as soon as he came in, as if he was an adult, he took the pendant on his waist, and dared to do it with me, it was really a toast and not a penalty!" ”

The jailer who spoke first stopped paying attention, laughed, and shouted angrily, "What kind of place are we!" Hades has to peel off his skin! ”

The head of the Yellow Prison sneered: "That Zheng Qi's style is really shameless, the clean room in the class room is full, can't we fill it?" The county master, the master, and the people in the torture room didn't send a special message, this guy was rectified by us. ”

He waved his hand to his subordinates: "Drink and drink, don't pay attention to it, just don't kill anyone." ”

In the cell, Zheng Qi, who was left in the corner, was vomiting, only to feel that he had tossed and turned between life and death countless times.

"Master is going to chop you up, and chew a handful in your mouth until it's rotten!"

He screamed in his heart, but he didn't dare to spit out a word, the pain all over his body had given him a clear enough hint, except for his ass and face, because those two places were useful to these prisoners.

"Master...... Come and save the minions......"

Spit and vomit and collapsed to the ground, shrunk and prayed bitterly, and with this movement, the pain in the buttocks flares up again. Under the pain, there was a strange feeling in the body, which was like...... Emptiness.

Zheng Qi groaned, and there was a little more taste in the pain.

In the county inn, Duan Hongshi was also drinking a little wine.

"Someone has cleaned him up, what to worry about."

Li Xian's face was still worried.

"Those jailers, do you really dare to clean up the prisoners who may be from the Chin Cha family?"

Duan Hongshi chuckled.

"The filth in the prison is not known to the pro-people officials who are attentive, not to mention the adults who only float in the court. These soap officials who climb the roots of the official master are by no means as thick as the official master, and their hearts may not be darker than the official master, but their hands are much hotter than the official master. ”

"Those people in the county prison are all passed down from generation to generation, what Lao Tzu is like, and his son is almost the same. Zheng Qi, a guy who has only seen wealth and nobility when he enters, will definitely provoke the jailers to rectify him. If he is really intimidated by that Zheng Qi and let him be at ease, someone will report him as a teacher. ”

Li Shi's doubts were still not dispelled: "But in this way, won't there still be traces?" ”

Duan Hongshi shook his head: "What traces?" The documents are clear, and if something goes wrong, it's only the people in the prison who have their own ways to deal with it. Even if it is investigated, everything is done impartially, and the problem will only be pushed on the prisoner in the end, and there will be no trace of you and me. ”

Only then did Li Shi understand the reason why Duan Hongshi had to fill in the time when the torture room scribe named Su Wencai entered the class, which was to cover up the loopholes at the root. Even if Sartai forced all the way down to investigate, there was this initial external file as evidence, pushing the responsibility from the squad to the prison, and then the prison to the prisoners, and the dead people in the prison, this is too normal, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The question is...... Li Xian's brows still didn't stretch: "He won't necessarily die." ”

Duan Hongshi nodded: "That's why we have to stay here for a day or two, even if he doesn't die in these two days, when Zheng Qi's identity is confirmed, he must die." ”

Li Xi pondered for a moment, and then laughed.

It's really a seamless plan to kill people with a knife, and if you think about it, it's effortless. This year is not the era of information explosion, he knows that Zheng Qi is true, Li Zhushou is suspicious, and he has only explained to the class room. Duan Hongshi stretched out his hand and took Zheng Qi to prison without leaving a trace, those people in the prison had not experienced relevant incidents, and no one had to explain, and their feelings about Zheng Qi's identity would be lowered by another level, and they would only treat that guy as an ordinary liar.

"Li Zhushou obviously knows very little about this torture room, Master Luo is not good at criminal names, and Li Zhushou's criminal master is busy dealing with the beginning and end of the banditry, and he doesn't pay much attention, of course, he won't think that with you and me, Zheng Qi's life must be born."

Duan Hongshi smiled heartily, and since he exchanged hole cards with Li Shi, he seemed to be waiting for such an opportunity.

As Duan Hongshi said, in the afternoon of the next day, someone from the county government found Duan Hong, saying that Li Zhushou sent people directly to Guangzhou Mansion to find officials he knew well to verify Zheng Qi's identity. It was Li Zhushou's own family who was sent, but when the family came back, before they could return Li Zhushou, they first passed the news to the officials of the torture room, the class room, and the prison, in exchange for "news fees", which made Li Xian fully feel the intertwined network of power of the officials.

"Woe ...... Woe to you! ”

When Master Luo rushed into the back hall of the county government in such a trembling state, Li Zhushou fell into a state similar to heat stroke again.

"Transferred to prison!?"

Li Zhushou is just unfamiliar with the details of the unspoken rules of the prison, but he knows what the result will be, if he doesn't deliberately explain, then the prison is a place of cannibalism.

I don't know why I was transferred to prison, and I can't care about going to investigate, Li Zhushou hurriedly took Master Luo to the county prison, and the family's return can't be absolutely counted, but this Zheng Qi is really the possible surname of Sartai's family has reached the point of ninety percent, and he can't be offended too much.

"Woe to you! Most of that guy is really Qincha's family! ”

At the same time that Li Zhushou and Master Luo were coming, in the county prison, the head of the Yellow Prison also stood up, with a frightened face.

"Yellowhead!?"

The jailers gathered around him, waiting for him to come up with an idea.

"He's been treated very badly, just go out like this, maybe we will lose our heads."

A jailer said in a gloomy voice.

"Go and explain the prisoners, hurry up! Otherwise, I'll cut off the food and let them starve to death one by one!" ”

Huang Prison slammed his fist on the table, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"You ...... Wait...... Your whole family...... All go to Ningguta to chew horse manure! ”

Hearing the sound of the prison door opening in a trance, Zheng Qi, who fell into a state of collapse, thought that the door of heaven had opened, and that the deep sea of suffering could finally be freed, and he was still muttering curses and vows.

"How?"

"Didn't the masters say to do it, just do it."

"But the master said that he couldn't leave a trace......"

"You're stupid! Hands-on, that is, hands-on, just change your words to hands! ”

"Oh, it's just making ...... What's the crack? ”

"There's a half-dead one over there, a cripple with a broken wrist, hurry up! Otherwise, the master won't give him food, so he can only eat meat, which is sour. ”

There was a whisper, Zheng Qi clearly heard the content, but his mind couldn't move. It wasn't until a thicker thing rubbed under him that he suddenly came to his senses.

"No—!"

But this awakening was too late, the two petals of flesh were opened, and the big dick poked straight in, Zheng Qi's eyes bulged, his whole body trembled, and with this rhythm, blood sprayed high and low behind him.

In the moment when his consciousness was shattered, heaven and hell reincarnated, and Zheng Qi felt the fullness he had never experienced in his life.

(To be continued)