"Boy, I'll send you on the road at noon the day after tomorrow, you have one less meal for this meal, cherish it." Just as Lin Chuan was thinking, a person's voice suddenly came from outside the door, and a jailer walked in like this and put the meal in front of the door.

Lin Chuan was shocked, he secretly said that it was not good, he didn't expect it to be so soon, it stands to reason that this case will be handed over to the emperor for resolution after verification, and it can only be executed after many reviews. "There are four seasons in the sky, and the king has four politics, and celebration, reward, punishment, and punishment correspond to spring, summer, autumn, and winter." Providence is "to be virtuous and not to be punished", "virtue first and then punishment", so it should be rewarded in spring and summer, and executed in autumn and winter. If you go against the will of Heaven, you will incur disasters and be punished by Heaven.

It stands to reason that executions are scheduled for October, November and December. It's only the middle of August now, and no matter how you say it, it will take a month and a half, how did it become the day after tomorrow?

Lin Chuan was shocked in his heart, he saw that the jailer had not gone far, so he asked, "Why was the execution carried out on August 16?" ”

The jailer turned around and smiled mockingly, and said: "It doesn't hurt to tell you, you will have one more day of trouble if you live, and the day after tomorrow is not a public execution, the yellow calendar says that the day after tomorrow is not appropriate, so the county order decided to send you on the road tomorrow, anyway, you are also a person who seeks death, isn't it good to die early?" The official laughed, ignored Lin Chuan anymore, turned his head and left.

Lin Chuan was taken aback, it turned out that this county order was afraid that it would be right and wrong for a long time, and wanted to let himself die in this prison unconsciously, so that not only could he not commit the crime, but he also died without proof, Lin Chuan secretly said that this county order was ruthless, and he was really an old immortal.

Originally, Lin Chuan didn't worry much, but the day after tomorrow was the day after tomorrow, and he couldn't help but sweat.

"Am I really going to die?" Lin Chuan smiled, this time I am afraid that I will really die here.

"Hey..."Lin Chuan sighed leisurely, he looked up at the small window, thinking back to his short life, there seemed to be nothing to be nostalgic for, he wanted to be famous and famous, and he had no ability, and he would only know two tricks and a half-understood Taoism, which was really a waste.

Now that I have met someone I like, but I am disgusted by the person I like, what's the point of living? Right now, he is only worried about his parents, but when he thinks that he has been away from home for more than ten years, what is the difference between being dead and dead?

Lin Chuan shook his head, if he died, Su Zilin would probably take care of his parents for himself. It's just that this dead man is really a wreck, he died in prison without knowing it, and he is still carrying countless charges. The more Lin Chuan thought about it, the more angry he became, and when he saw the food in front of him, he had no intention of eating it, and he picked up the rice bowl with a hard hand, and the bowl was broken in Lin Chuan's hand, and he didn't know if the bowl was not strong enough or Lin Chuan's hand was too strong.

Lin Chuan looked at his hand being pierced by the tiles and bleeding, and he suddenly thought, why don't I end myself like this? It is clean to die in your own hands.

"Hey, silly boy, what do you think?" This was Lin Chuan, and a voice suddenly came from the other side.

Lin Chuan was in a trance, and when he looked up, he saw that it was a prisoner who was locked up on the opposite side, the prisoner was about fifty, although in this dark dungeon, but he was not as unkempt as other prisoners, he paid attention to this man when he first came in, but he did not speak to himself, but would recite poetry by moonlight every day when the moon rose, and the wall of the prison was also engraved with a lot of words in stone.