In the evening, Guiyang Mansion cell.

Han Yan pushed open the door of the cell, and felt a gloomy wind coming miserably.

The head of the steward's cell opened the two prison doors, stood at the door, put the silver in his arms, and stared at him with squinted eyes: "Master can warn you, this cell is not an ordinary place, you had better get out quickly if you find someone." ”

Han Yan had a smile on his face, nodded and bowed to him, and the cell boss left with a raised face, Han Yan got up slowly, with a glimmer of light in his long and narrow eyes, and walked down the cell with his legs.

The dark walls of the cell, the flickering of the lifeless lamp, the ghostly light slanted down from his shoulder, creating a long shadow on the mud floor, I don't know what he was thinking, his sleeves were slightly caged, his handsome face was slightly cold, and his drooping eyelashes covered the starry eyes.

The cells on both sides stretched for several feet, and he couldn't see the end, he walked slowly, and saw that all the people in the cells were tortured to lose their human shapes, lying on the ground in the hay, and I don't know if they were dead, and the few who were awake were also soulless, and they were stupidly huddled in a corner and silently muttered to themselves, and the cells were gloomy, as creepy as hell.

Han Yan carefully checked their faces and discerned, none of them were the people he was looking for.

"Shhhh

He suddenly stopped, and seemed to hear some kind of subtle sound, Han Yan glanced from both sides of the cell, and the wandering prisoner didn't make any sound at all.

Who is it?

He looked around, his steps slowing down, and he held his breath.

But the sound just now seemed to be his imagination, and the cell was so quiet that only the sound of his own breathing was there.

Hiss, hiss, hiss-

Suddenly, the sound of something rubbing against each other next to his ears became more and more intense, and Han Yan looked at the innermost cell vigilantly.

When he got closer, he found that the cell was different from the others, and there was only one person in it, who was lying upright on the ground, his body not breathing, like a corpse.

And that sound stopped abruptly, as if it had never appeared.

Han Yan stopped outside the iron prison, squinted his eyes slightly and looked at him for a long time, and a smile gradually appeared on his lips: "It's you." ”

The prisoner turned a deaf ear and remained motionless on his back on the ground.

Han Yan approached him closer, and the sound of his shoes rubbing against the ground seemed so abrupt in this quiet and panicked prison.

"Chief Joe, how have you eaten in prison for the past three years?"

By this time, the night was already deep, and the bleak light made many things less clear.

In the blink of an eye, the person lying on the ground was gone, Han Yan couldn't help but take a step forward and look in through the iron prison, and at this moment, a thin face suddenly burst out of the ground in front of his eyes.

Han Yan raised his eyebrows and looked directly at the person in front of him, and his eyes were full of death, and even the voice in his mouth was very gloomy: "Young man, where the world comes and goes, this is not a good place, where do you come from, where do you go back." ”

Han Yan lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "The place where you come is fog, and the place where you go is also fog, the world is so big, maybe this is the best place to go, Director Qiao should understand what I mean, right?" ”

The man was stunned when he heard this, and there was no expression on his thin face, only a pair of eyes shining with shrewdness: "Why are you here?" ”

"The white mirror hangs."

When the man heard the name in Han Yan's mouth, his body trembled subconsciously, but his eyes were extremely black, so black that it was seeping. He said:

"The head of the household is hanging on the white mirror for corruption and taxation, and he has committed suicide in fear of crime, and the whole clan is connected, at this time, everyone in the Manchu Dynasty knows about it, what else can I say?" His voice was soft.

Han Yan covered his lips and laughed lowly: "There are some things that others don't know, and Qiao Chu, the head of your household department, shouldn't know." ”

Qiao Chu was slightly stunned, and raised his eyes to Han Yan's gaze: "Who are you?" ”

Han Yan leaned closer to him, but he turned the conversation around, and his voice fell in his ears fluttering: "Bai Jing is hanging dead, but the 10 million taels of silver he embezzled have not been found, don't you want to know if you are the head of a household, where did the silver go?" ”

Qiao Chu raised his head and smiled: "I am in prison, and some things are naturally beyond my strength. ”

Suddenly, his eyes froze, but suddenly the killing intent burst out: "Why did you come to me, I was imprisoned before the accident with the white mirror, how did you think of me?" ”

"Some people are good at disguising themselves, some people are good at hiding their hearts, and there are two sides to everything, maybe the death in front of you is life." Han Yan's voice was very soft, and his sharp gaze circled around his face, and then retracted.

Qiao Chu stared at him for a long time, and suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, and his smile revealed a bit of obliqueness: "It seems that you are suspicious of me, so will you still believe what I say?" ”

"Of course."

"Okay." Qiao Chu slowly sat on the ground, straightened his hair and said, "Harrier Forest in the west of the city, there are secrets buried there. ”

Han Yan's eyes deepened and said, "Okay." ”

After saying that, he turned to leave, Qiao Chu looked at his back and his eyes became secret: "Young man, you haven't told me who you are?" ”

Han Yan didn't look back, and a little smile fainted on his lips: "Don't worry, we'll meet soon." ”