The atmosphere in the prison is depressing, the light is dim, and it is located in the westernmost part of Lingdu, where people are inaccessible and weeds do not grow. There are not many floors of the prison department, up to three floors, bronze casting, pointed eaves, arranged in rows, hundreds of meters, and the roof has copper cast steel needles, which are inserted into the sky, densely packed, like torture purgatory, deterring passers.

Pei Xi looked through countless files in his own office in the deepest part of the prison department, and the prisoners detained here were not only Dongling people, but also countless foreign races, foreign races, and the slightest difference, he couldn't afford it. The more time passed, the more he felt a thorn in his back.

For more than ten years, Pei Xi's psychological load is far greater than his body, and he only feels that he has become more and more powerless and tired in recent years. He had submitted his resignation to the lord of the country, Ji Zhong, but because Dongling had never had a suitable candidate to be qualified for the post of prison chief, his petition was reduced to empty talk.

He had discussed with Ji Zhong whether he could allow an officer of the Hearing Division to take his place on a temporary basis, after all, there were many similarities between the Hearing Department and his prison division. But in the process of repeated discussions between him and Ji Zhong, he denied this idea, and finally Pei Xi was more interested in the officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs, he thought that many of them could be competent, but they were vetoed by Ji Zhong for various reasons.

After another sleepless night, Pei Xi leaned on the back of his wooden chair, tilted his head, and pressed the back of his neck with a wooden pole, the position was not comfortable, but it did not make him fall asleep.

In recent days, his face has become more and more ugly day by day, so green that there is hardly any blood, the Sichuan character pattern is shrugging between his eyebrows as if he can set up two knives, the corners of his mouth are bursting with skin, and there is no water cup on the table.

He covered his eyes with his hands and rubbed them vigorously, the bulging green tendons on the back of his hands and the color of his face.

He had just sent out two letters, one for the National Orthodox Office and the other for the Ministry of Military Affairs, and he wanted to rest for a while, but he closed his eyes for a while, but he straightened up again and picked up a piece of paper from the flower box, which was a signature paper made of the flower pulp of Changxin grass. He held it in his hand, thought for a moment, waved it, and the news on the letterhead came out.

"Dang dang," a knock came from outside the house.

"Enter. Pei Xi said.

"Director-General. It was Pei Xi's attendant who spoke.

"Arrived?" said Pei Xi.

"Yes, Director-General, Lian Wu has arrived with the Fifth Minister and Minister Duan. ”

"Well, I see, you tell him to wait a while. ”

"Yes. The attendant was about to leave, but he didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Pei Xi asked.

"Director-General, Lian Wu, please ask you where the two ministers are waiting for you?"

Pei Xi gasped and thought about it. The prison department doesn't have a place to receive guests, and there are no visitors here at all. In addition to all the offices, there are only prisons for prisoners.

"Director-General, do you think you should let Lian Wu take the two ministers to the conference room? It is empty and there is no one. The attendant whispered.

Pei Xi didn't respond, the attendant raised his eyes to look at Pei Xi, just now he was hunched, only to see Pei Xi sitting on the back of the chair, his face was blue, and he was silent. The attendant then knew that he had too much to say, and asked no more.

"Take them to the interrogation room on the third floor of the cell. Pei Xi said in a gloomy voice.

"Yes!" the squire did not dare to say anything more, and turned to leave.

"Wait. ”

The attendant hurriedly stopped, turned around, and waited for Pei Xi's order.

"Go to the fourth floor. ”

"Yes!"

The attendant went out of the room and exhaled deeply, the office of General Secretary Pei was always more depressing than any prison. There were no windows in his room at all, except for the bronze walls, which were bluestone floors, and even his desk was made of a huge piece of bronze, deeply embedded in the hard bluestone floor.

The white brocade lantern was particularly dazzling in his room, and as soon as the lamp went out, the house was completely unpopular.

The attendant thought about Pei Xi's order for a moment, didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly ran to the hall in front, where Lian Wu was still waiting.

"Even fog. When the attendant saw Lian Wu, he said, "The chief secretary asked you to take the two ministers to the interrogation room on the fourth floor. He deliberately omitted the word prison.

"Got it. Lian Wu obeyed the order and walked to the staircase with Sanskrit Yin and the two of them, and said respectfully, "Two ministers, I will invite you to come up later in the interrogation room." ”

The three of them entered the staircase, Fanyin glanced out, and just bumped into the attendant who had just passed the word to look at the side of the staircase, and when he saw Fanyin's gaze, he hurriedly lowered his head and withdrew his gaze, and turned to leave.

The staircase closes the iron gate and activates, but the ladder does not go up, but down. I don't know how long the ladder went down, it was bottomless, and the iron fence was full of hard and solid rock. The whole prison department is built in such a place, there is no dirt or gravel underground. Except for the metal creak of the staircase, there was no movement in the underground.

The staircase went deep underground. There was no crack in the huge rocks around it. Except for the three-meter-square space in the staircase, the outside is tightly closed, dead and silent, and there is no space, and the three of them seem to be at the bottom of a deep well. Both Fanyin and Dian Mi came to the prison department's underground interrogation room for the first time, and in the past, they would occasionally bring in some wanted prisoners. But it was all handed over directly to the officials of the prison department on the ground, and as for the rest, they didn't know anything about the prison department.

When the staircase stopped, Fanyin and Dian Ni didn't know what they were going to do next, where they were going, and where they could go, it was already the bottom, there were no doors on all sides, and they were full of rocks! At this time, I saw Lian Wu stretch out his hand, knock on the iron fence three times, and then tap the rock close to the outside of the fence with his hand.

After a while, there was a slight creak, about the size of the bottle cap when it was unscrewed. I saw that the black and crushed rocks in front of them began to activate, and from the edges of both sides of the fence, under their feet, a gap gradually flashed, revealing a faint cyan light. The rock slowly rose, slowly over half of their bodies, and then over their heads. The last bottomless corridor appeared in front of the three of them, wide enough that there was not a surging of half of the air, and a cold wave hit.

"Minister, let's go down, and my subordinates will take you there. Lian Wu turned around, and the iron fence had been opened at this time, and he respectfully invited the two of them out.

Walking in the corridor, Fanyin subtly rolled her eyes, and just one moment, she was amazed. The rock that had just risen stopped not far above her head, and it had occupied the entire corridor before, and it was integrated with the surrounding stone mines, dozens of people wide and more than a hundred zhang long, all moving upward.

Thinking about what tonnage, what weight, barely made a sound. It was only in the deepest part of the water that Sanskrit could see the seams of the rock, not to mention how the huge rock worked, and just thinking of the prisoners who were held here knew that they would never see the light of day on their own. And this spares no effort, and what kind of person must be detained here?

Fanyin sneered absurdly in his heart: Pei Xi, what are you thinking. On the fourth floor, this is not just an interrogation room, this is a prison. A trace of dissatisfaction overflowed Sanskrit Yin's heart.

She glanced at Clue and saw that his face was ugly, but she always felt that Clue seemed to be not just dissatisfied, from the flow of his undulating breath, Fanyin felt excitement.