In prison.

Yan Yingzhou called Dou Yiming alone and asked him about the prisoner in the secret prison.

Dou Yiming said: "A few days ago, he was shouting, and no one could help him, but he stopped a lot in the past two days, and when he heard footsteps, he rushed to the door." ”

"What did he say?"

"He is full of nonsense, what kind of Buddha is for a while, let me get out of the way, and sometimes beg me to light the oil lamp."

Yan Yingzhou nodded, waiting for him to continue.

Dou Yiming scratched his head and said: "I follow your instructions, boss, blow the light every time I get closer, walk to the door in the dark and stuff the meal into the window." ”

"That fellow, although he has chains on his hands and feet, when he hears that I am coming, he tears the chains loudly, as if he is about to pounce."

"Boss," he muttered, "in the past, in the Qinghe Prison, the condemned prisoners only wore shackles, right?" ”

He had always wondered, who was the one in the dark prison?

"The imperial court prisoner more than ten years ago."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Dou Yiming had to bring the candlestick over and said, "Boss, you better go and meet him yourself." ”

Yan Yingzhou took the candlestick from his hand, "Well, I'll go alone." ”

The narrow corridor seems to have no end.

In the humid air, there was a faint musty smell.

Yan Yingzhou came to the door of the dark prison, and sure enough, he heard the sound of the iron chain shaking violently from the prison.

In the boxy window of the door, a head suddenly appeared.

The people in the dark prison were like a jackal about to starve to death smelling blood, and almost frantically slammed against the cell door to try to get out.

But before Yan Yingzhou approached, he smiled strangely: "It's not him, it's him, hehehe......"

"You've got a good ear."

Yan Yingzhou walked to the door and placed the candlestick in the recess next to the wall.

The dancing candle flame reflected on the face that was so dirty that it was impossible to see its true face.

The man suddenly squeezed his whole body into the door panel like a thirsty fish, trying to get close to the light source in the doorway.

Seeing his reaction, Yan Yingzhou picked up the candlestick and handed it to the window.

He shot like lightning, and suddenly reached out to grab it.

Yan Yingzhou grabbed his wrist, and the people inside cried out in pain, but they couldn't resist when they were held up.

He looked down at the hand by candlelight.

The hand was horribly dirty, but even so, it was evident that his fingers were thin and long, with a layer of calluses on their tips.

"What are you—what are you going to do?"

The people inside roared in dismay.

Yan Yingzhou said lightly: "Take a look." ”

"Humph! Don't let it go quickly, or I'll give you a good look. ”

He tugged back in a rage, causing the chains around his wrists to rattle.

Yan Yingzhou said: "Aren't you famous for your swordsmanship? I'd like to see what you can do without a sword. ”

He held the menorah in one hand and the man's wrist in the other.

"Whoa!"

As soon as the iron chain was flipped over, the man's wrist suddenly flicked, and his other hand stretched out and put the iron chain on Yan Yingzhou's neck.

He moved too fast.

Moreover, he could squeeze his arms out together in such a narrow window.

Yan Yingzhou's neck was cold, he was chained and pulled back.

A giggling sound rang out in the window: "I told you to let go." ”

The chains slowly tightened, and the face leaned to the window, wanting to see the expression on Yan Yingzhou's face.

Yan Yingzhou's head was tilted, his backhand was raised, and the candlestick in his hand stabbed straight into his face.

"Ahh

He panicked, his hair burned by the fire, his hands gave up, and he screamed loudly.

Yan Yingzhou took advantage of the situation to get out, grabbed the chain, and pulled the man's arms out of the window, making him scream in pain.

"Didn't you say that the Broken Intestine is not even afraid of death?"

"Why are you still afraid of pain?"

Yan Yingzhou paused and sneered: "Or are you not a heartbreaker?" ”

He jerked his hand loose, and the man inside snapped backwards.

The man in the door scolded: "Let your motherfucker shit! When Lao Tzu became famous, your doll was still breastfeeding! ”

"I'm not a gutbreaker, so who is a gutbreaker!"

"Who knows." Yan Yingzhou sneered and said, "I only know that you are a thief." ”

The Broken Intestine is a killer.

The people inside were silent and said angrily: "You don't want to talk about it!" How can I be a thief! Why do you say that? ”

"It's your hands."

There was a longer silence inside the door.

Those hands are not the hands of those who hold the sword all the year round.

Dexterous, slender, with calluses on the fingertips, such hands are more like the hands of a gentleman on the beam or a master of hidden weapons.

said that he was a thief, Yan Yingzhou was not very sure, but just casually deceitful.

In the interval of the other party's silence, he remembered Ruan Tangying's words.

Ruan Tangying said that Yan Mu said that the heartbroken man slept in a coffin with pores for more than a month in order to avoid being tracked by officials.

He hid in a coffin during the day and moved around the village in the dark at night, even feeding on raw rat meat and fresh corpses.

In Yan Yingzhou's opinion, the Broken Intestine Man should be silent, as if he has no ability to perceive.

At least not like the one inside.

The bait had been dropped, and he just had to wait for the fish to throw themselves into the net.

Yan Yingzhou left with candles.

"Hey......" The person in the door seemed to remember something, and shouted, "Who are you kid?" ”

He turned his head and said coldly, "The son of the old man." ”

In the past few days, he has rummaged through the prison codes and files of Linquan County, and learned about several unsolved cases from many years ago.

He already had a vague conjecture in his heart, but it had not been confirmed, and he decided not to tell Ruan Si for the time being, so as not to worry about it.

It was the middle of the night when I got home.

Ruan Si sat under the lamp and held the book, leaning against the table with one hand, his head little by little.

Yan Yingzhou felt pity and gently took the book away from her hand.

"Jojo?"

Ruan Si let out a muttered sound in his mouth, rubbed his eyes and looked at him, "Husband, are you back?" ”

"I'm busy with official business these days, you don't have to wait for me, rest early."

He leaned over and picked Ruan Si up horizontally.

Ruan Si yawned, hugged his neck, and rubbed his face with his forehead.

"Husband, let's go to sleep, Qiaoqiao is so sleepy."

He carried Ruan Si to the couch, removed her shoes and socks, and said in a low voice: "Sleep well, I'll come later." ”

Tonight, there are quite a few dossiers to read.

Ruan Si snorted lightly, pulled over the quilt casually, and fell asleep with his head on the pillow.

In the candlelight, her sleeping face is serene and beautiful.

Yan Yingzhou stayed at the head of the bed, looking at her face with satisfaction, and the corners of her lips gradually raised a gentle arc.

Kiss it quietly, just ......

Probably won't wake her up, right?

He leaned down, his hands on the pillow, and quietly dropped a kiss on her cheek.

Ruan Si, who was asleep, turned over dissatisfiedly.

She was like a grumpy kitten, scratching and scratching Yan Yingzhou's heart, tickling the tip of his heart.

"Forget it, don't be too greedy."

He resisted the impulse, slowly straightened up, blew out the candle and went out.

As soon as the door closed, Ruan Si quietly turned over and touched the empty bed beside him.

She sighed and whispered, "Yan Yingzhou, big fool." ”

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