"Yes, if we believe in you, we should know how much risk we have to take. You have to tell us, on what basis do you say that? The clerk also pricked up his ears.

Wen Qingwu's heavy gasp came, and then he whispered, "Guess." ”

"Guess?" The chamberlain's eyes widened.

"Trust me, take some risks. I don't believe it," Wen Qingwu slowly raised his head and looked at the inner attendant, his scarlet eyes seemed to be Shura who had just returned from hell. It made the inner chamberlain shudder, and he couldn't help but take half a step back.

"How about not believing me?" The chamberlain asked.

"If you don't believe, you die." Wen Qingwu said: "Tonight, you follow the warden of the court to the Ayaqi Palace. If Yuanfu asks you which finger you pressed the seal, then you will die. If he hadn't asked, I had mistaken it. At that time, it will not be too late for my father-in-law to come and deal with me again. ”

When the civil servant heard this, he suddenly turned his head to look at the inner chamberlain and said, "If you want to draw a second copy of the paper, just in case, you will definitely ask which finger you pressed it." ”

Generally speaking, it is the right index finger that is drawn. One is that there is no wear and tear on the thumb, and the other is that the fingerprint of the index finger is clearer than that of the other fingers. If a second copy were to be drawn in their name, it would be the same finger.

Whether the fingerprints are the same or not, experienced counselors and detectives can know at a glance.

No matter how dull the inner officer's brain is, he understands the meaning when he hears the civil servant say this. So he said to the civil servant: "Stay for now, how about tonight." ”

As he spoke, he frowned again, staring at the paper in his hand that he hadn't drawn for a long time.

"Then what about waiting over there to get the paper?" He worried.

The clerk nodded. He took the indictment paper: "It seems that this will have to be written in two copies." ”

The inner attendant pondered for a moment, then raised his hand, wiped Wen Qingwu's blood, and then pressed it on the paper.

Someone walked to the door, and the inner attendant quickly wiped the blood stains on his fingers, put away the paper in three or two times, and looked at the little eunuch at the door angrily: "What are you doing?" ”

"Father-in-law, that little palace maid fainted." The little eunuch looked at the inner chamberlain, as if he was about to get angry. said timidly: "It is said that it has been drawn." By the way, how is the trial on your side? ”

Only then did the internal officer think of the matter of the general, put away the paper, and said, "We have also finished the trial." The detainment was immediately presented to the warden. ”

"Yes." The little eunuch answered and withdrew.

The Yeting Prison is under the control of the concubine Niangniang, but not all the people in the huge Yeting Prison are the concubine Niangniang. At least except for the warden of the Imperial Prison, they are all servants who are disdainful of being wooed.

The paper that has been drawn has been drawn, and naturally the prison director and eunuch will personally send it to the Ayaki Palace.

The chamberlain thought of the words of the young talent. I was afraid and hated in my heart.

All the credit and benefits are given to them. Those who died were all those who worked hard and were innocent.

It's really cheaper than ants.

The chamberlain looked up at Wen Qingwu on the chair. He questioned the heart that had been hard as stone for several years, and for the first time he felt pity.

The rain outside gradually stopped. The ticking sound on the rubble also calmed down.

There was the sound of footsteps outside, and a moment later a little eunuch pushed the door open, followed by another long-faced chamberlain with a whip.

"The little maid is out of breath. Are you okay here? The long-faced waiter walked in with a whip in his hand.

"Not yet, wait." The chamberlain stuffed another piece of paper and patted his chest.

"Why isn't it okay?" The long-faced waiter frowned: "Didn't you just say that the trial is over?" ”

"The trial is over." The chamberlain said.

"After the trial, I quickly carried the person to the mass grave and threw it away." The long-faced waiter urged, "The warden is waiting for a paper." ”

"The trial is over, but the person is not dead." The chamberlain pointed to the little talented man who was slumped in his chair and seemed to be out of breath.

"If you don't die, you will die." The waiter in the long face said impatiently, and as he spoke, he raised his hand and shook off the whip to prepare to draw it.

"Wait." The chamberlain grabbed the long whip.

"What?" The long-faced chamberlain spoke, looking at the chamberlain suspiciously.

The chamberlain let go of the long whip, "She seems to have something to say before she falls unconscious." ”

"What can you say, hurry!" The long-faced chamberlain became even more impatient. What useful words can a dead man have. In addition to wasting his time. Useless.

The waiter in the long face waved the long whip in his hand, signaling the people next to him to carry this half-dead young talent away.

The inner attendant still wanted to stop him, but there was a 'boom', and the thunder that pierced his ears split the sky and reached his eardrums. The people in the torture room were shocked.

The thunder was louder, and the whip in the hand of the waiter in the long face was so frightened that it softened.

Grandpa God can't even see me dying without my life! "It looks like it's going to rain." The inner attendant hurriedly said: "Let's spend the night, wait for Ming'er to carry it early in the morning and throw it." ”

The long-faced waiter straightened his face and tilted his head to listen to the thunderstorm outside.

After a thunderclap, the entire torture room was extremely quiet.

"It won't be okay to leave it all night. They're all dead anyway. The chamberlain said.

"But Gonggong Yuan said that he would quickly throw it into the mass grave after finishing it today." The long-faced waiter was a little hesitant, such a big thunderstorm day, and it would be night. He didn't want to go to a mass grave.

"Won't it be the same tomorrow and today?" The inner attendant said: "Could it be that Ming'er can survive if he loses them?" ”

"Main...... Our errand" The civil servant, who had been silent, opened his mouth hesitantly, swallowed his saliva as he spoke, and then turned his head to look at the deep cell: "After all, it is unsightly. There are so many souls who died unjustly here, and these two are not bad. These outsiders don't know, but God has to know. The clerk raised his index finger and cautiously pointed to the top of his head.

People who do a lot of bad things are still afraid of thunder and lightning.

The long-faced waiter thought about it, and waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, then Ming'er Yu will stop and throw it out." "Although they are of low rank, they have the final say on their lives when they enter here.

"Let's go, let's hand over the things." The long-faced waiter said.

The group walked out back and forth, only when the civil servant walked to the door of the torture room, he couldn't help but quietly turn around, and looked at the young talented man who was paralyzed on the chair and covered with scars, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and his body moved.

There is no need to look at the dead in their eyes. On this thunderous and rainy evening, no one wanted to stay in this prison where many souls had died, except for the prison officers who were on duty at night.

The dimly lit torture chamber fell silent. The sound of footsteps slowly faded into my ears.

The little talented man who was sitting on a chair with his head hanging down his head covered in blood slowly opened his eyes and stared at the night silently.

The night has come, and such a rainy night is exceptionally quiet. There were very few palace lamps that could be lit, so the whole court was swallowed up by darkness even more.