"What happened?"

Lu Liuqiang endured his nausea and asked.

"That big official loves to listen to operas, and every once in a while he will recruit different troupes to sing in the house. The man took advantage of the excitement of singing in the mansion to sneak into the big official's study to look for it, and sure enough, he found a booklet. ”

The man's hoarse voice echoed through the empty silence of the cell, mixed with the smell of decay in the air, somewhat suffocating.

"On the first page of the booklet was a portrait of a playwright, with the days of twenty years ago, and on the second page was the death of the play, who was strangled by his neck and hung at the head of the bed, with his tongue sticking out for a long time. Flipping back again, there are hundreds of actors and actresses painted in it, with different deaths. ”

Lu Liu only shuddered when he heard this, gritted his teeth and leaned on the wall and lowered his voice at the man next door and said, "Why didn't that man report to the official?" ”

Suddenly, a big gray rat dragged its tail, squeaked from under Lu Liu's feet, and disappeared into the straw pile. The man's low laughter was coming from next door.

"Reported."

"The result?"

Lu Liu's back was against the cold wall, his fists clenched.

The magistrate said that the man was a madman, and that the butler had pity on him and had sat alone at the back door for a long time before he had been allowed to come in and make a living as a gardener. Who knew that now he actually bit the master with nonsense. ”

"The government didn't investigate?"

"That big official has always had a very good reputation, so no one will trust that man. And he also generously invited officers and soldiers into his house to investigate, but nothing was found out, which further confirmed the man's madness. ”

Lu Liu was silent and did not speak.

The hoarse voice burst out laughing, disturbing the other sleeping prisoners in the distance.

"What's wrong with that madman?"

"That's a poor man, too."

Some of the old prisoners whispered, while others had a bad temper and yelled at them.

The hoarse voice ignored the prisoners in the distance, and after laughing to himself for a while, he suddenly stuck to the wall, and mysteriously lowered his voice and said to Lu Liu: "Do you know why I haven't died until now?" ”

“…… Why? ”

Lu Liu only felt that this person was really a little unconscious, and said hesitantly.

"I hid the booklet."

The hoarse voice was faintly smug.

"Where are you hiding?"

As soon as Lu Liu finished speaking, he was a little annoyed, and he didn't know why he wanted to do this, so he took the opportunity to ask.

There was silence for a while, and suddenly a faint cry came: "I can't say." ”

Lu Liu didn't ask any more questions, just sat by the wall in a daze, and there was something indescribable in his heart.

When the prisoners in the distance saw that the madman here no longer laughed, they did not bother to scold anymore and went back to sleep.

All of a sudden, the prison became very quiet, except for the faint sound of crying.

Lu Liu also lay on the cold wooden bed, and wrapped the futon sent by Mrs. Lu tightly around his body.

When Lu Liu was about to fall asleep in a daze, there was suddenly a hoarse voice in his ears, but it unexpectedly seemed gentle and small sobbing.

"No one can take the booklet, and it still has the appearance of my daughter drawn on it."