Gray light shone through the heavy iron plates into the corridors of the prison, and four prison guards in black uniforms surrounded a kneeling prisoner.

Xing Sang and the other prisoners were escorted by prison guards, standing at the door of the cell on the second floor, looking down.

She saw the light of heaven cast on the back of the kneeling prisoner, his clothes already shredded from the whip.

The stained and red whip marks may have broken open again during the pushing, and fresh blood seeped out of the scabs.

At this time, only to hear the sound of a muffled pistol, Xing Sang saw that the prisoner kneeling below was shot in the back of the head by the prison guard standing behind him.

Before even the blood could spurt out, the kneeling prisoner was already lying on the ground and was punished on the spot.

"This is what happened to the prison escape!" the prison guard who fired the shot glared at the prisoners on the second floor with a pair of slender eagle eyes.

He pointed his gun at each other, as if he wanted to shoot them all at once, so that he could be comfortable.

Finally, he stopped at Xing Sang's place, smiled disdainfully, turned around and left the corridor of the prison, and walked out.

The prison guards kicked and kicked the prisoners on the second floor back to their cells.

Xing Sang was pushed hard by the prison guard, but she didn't move, and the prison guard didn't hesitate to wave the baton and hit her back.

"Don't look for death. Xing Sang walked into the cell by himself, and when he turned to close the iron prison door, he whispered.

The prison guard was stunned for a moment, and looked at Xing Sang who walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, she lowered her eyebrows slightly and looked at him with a calm face.

He only felt that the woman's eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person, and the coldness emanating from her whole body seemed to come from hell.

The prison guard was so excited that he didn't dare to look at Xing Sang anymore, so he quickly hung the thick iron chain on the iron lock.

This is a chain made by a blacksmith in order to prevent the prisoners from committing violent acts.

With a bang, the iron chain fell to the ground, and the iron lock was tightly closed, this is the iron prison above the lonely sea - Wudu Island!

There are no men or women here, only serious prisoners!

"Welcome, Xing Sang!" Xing Sang, who was sitting in the dark, grinned and said to himself.

In the early morning when the rain was raging, thunder roared, lightning struck into the endless sea, and the light disappeared in an instant.

The waves rolled and crashed against the solid outer walls of the prison, as if they had to break through before they stopped.

A terrible north wind and a bolt of lightning entangled the prison's power room, and exploded with a piercing explosion.

The prison warden and prison guards rushed out in black raincoats.

And the iron net set off by the strong wind flew towards them, smashing and injuring many people, and immediately the outside of the prison fell into chaos.

The prisoners on Wudu Island did not let their wind out, and they waited in this square cell all day, waiting to be executed.

In the prison where the power has been cut off, electric lights hang from the thick iron-roofed ceiling, and the wind blows from side to side.

"Come on! Lao Tzu is fed up!"

"Death is in a hurry, death is in a hurry! hum chirp to whom!" Then came the sound of fists slamming against the iron prison door.

The prisoner he scolded was a murderer, and in fact, the prisoners who were held here were burdened with countless murders.

It's just that this person is a complete "butcher", and he killed his wife's entire family of fifteen.

Just because they ate together, he was burned to his leg by the hot soup sent by the clansmen.

This seemingly ridiculous and terrible reason made him completely furious, so that he got up in anger and smashed the soup bowl, and cut the throats of fifteen people with shards.

But the factors that caused this tragedy were not only burned by hot soup.

It's that the contradictions between him and his wife, who have grown up and accumulated more and more, were instantly magnified hundreds of times by this seemingly insignificant trivial matter.

At this moment, in the cell next to him, the sick prisoner began to moan because of the pain again.

All the prisoners didn't hear it, or didn't care at all.

And he couldn't hear, in his opinion, so low that it could only be heard in a very quiet place.

But he was infinitely magnified by himself, and like those contradictions, he began to go crazy again.

There are not many prison guards left to guard the prisoners.

At this time, a prison guard finally couldn't help but be irritable.

Furious, he hurried over with his baton, and he slammed it against the back of the prisoner's hand and the cell door.

"Nervous!" shouted the guard.

"Can't you hear me! It's too noisy! He's so noisy! I can't stand it!" said the prisoner, squatting at the door of his cell, shaking his head and covering his ears.

The guards swung their batons in disgust and hit the back of the prisoner's head-covering hand.

The already rough skin was bruised from the whipping, and the prisoner lowered his hand and looked at his trembling hands.

"It's too noisy, shut up!"

"Shut up!" the prisoner jerked to his feet, grabbed the guard by the neck, pinned him against the iron door, and broke his neck without hesitation.

The prison guard's body was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and slowly slid limply and slid to the ground at the door of the cell.

Xing Sang stood at the door of his cell and said, "The first one." ”

"It's quiet, it's so quiet. ”

"It was quiet. The "butcher" prisoner sat back on the edge of his bed, stared blankly at the ground, and muttered.

Xing Sang continued to look at the electric lights on the ceiling that were shaking more and more violently, and the buckle was about to break free from it.

The prison guard on the first floor who was resting on the steps heard the movement on the second floor, got up in confusion, grabbed the railing and ran up.

But he didn't pay attention to the falling dust, nor did he notice the electric light that was falling when he shook the railing of the staircase, which had fallen into disrepair and looseness.

With a bang, the electric light smashed on the head of the prison guard who rushed over, and he opened his mouth in surprise, looked at Xing Sang's cell, and fell straight backwards and fell down the stairs.

Xing Sang looked in the direction the prison guard was looking, and there was a rusty iron frame next to her cell that she could hold with her right hand.

She gripped the iron frame tightly and shook it a few times, and the vibration spread to the place where the light was hung, and a lot of dust fell down.

"The second. Xing Sang patted the rust on it and said.

Then, she crouched down and felt for the missing railing under the iron door of the cell.

"There should have been five, and one was burned. ”

"By regia. Xing Sang looked up and down at the truncated part of the iron railing and said.

She squeezed an iron railing out of thin air, and with a forceful slash, she easily slipped through the gap.

"Skinny, good jiu-jitsu. Xing Sang stood outside the cell, looked down at the vacancy and muttered to himself.

Then, holding the burned iron bar, she went to the door of the other prisoners, called them out, and pierced the heart one by one with the iron bar.

"Kill four prisoners. ”

Then, swaggering, he walked out of the main entrance of the prison. Xing Sang crossed his arms, looked at the four cells, and then turned back to the door and muttered to himself.

"But how did he disappear from this lonely sea?" Xing Sang thought as he touched the watch on his wrist.

"Could he be dead?" said a young man in a yellow shirt and black trousers, pushing his glasses and standing on the first floor of the dimly lit prison.

Xing Sang rolled his eyes, turned around and complained: "Yan Dashao, your myopia is not small, can you see clearly when you stand below!"

"I can't see it clearly. "This young man's name is Yan Guichen, he is the owner of the Huahai City General Dispatch Dealership, and he is twenty-seven years old.

It is obvious that he doesn't like the identity of this boss, because his biggest hobby is to learn magic from Xing Sang and solve all kinds of strange cases.

"Then you don't come up yet!" Xing Sang shouted.

Yan Guichen said solemnly: "I don't dare to move." ”

Xing Sang thought she had misheard, and she asked, "What did you say?"

"I said, "Little Sangsang, I can't see and dare not move. ”

"Come on, save Young Master Ben!" Yan Guichen cried and chirped.

Xing Sang covered her mouth and almost laughed, she couldn't help but smile and said, "You're not wearing glasses." ”

"It's not you, urge, urge, urge me, take the wrong glasses, that's Uncle Yang's glasses!"

"Don't talk so much, come down!" Yan Guichen muttered angrily.

Xing Sang also rolled his eyes and walked down, grabbed Yan Guichen's wrist and said, "Is this your attitude of begging for people!"

"I really don't know why, I know you, this delicate little man!"

Yan Guichen didn't care whether the little man was a big man, whether he was delicate or strong, he held Xing Sang's arm tightly, rubbed it and said, "I really feel safe." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, and you're too birdy!"

"Let go, you, let others see it, I won't be able to get married!" Xing Sang pushed Yan Guichen's big plaster in disgust.

"No, you've lived for more than a thousand years, and you have no hope of getting married. ”

"What are you afraid of!" Yan Guichen continued to smile and pestered Xing Sang and said.

She nodded and thought about it and said, "Well, that's right!"

"I've lived for almost two thousand years, and I've seen some winds and waves!"

"It's normal that you can't get married!"

However, as soon as the words came out, she suddenly felt that something was not right, she threw Yan Guichen out, pinched her waist and shouted: "The surname is Yan!

"Don't fix the brake pads!

Yan Guichen shook his head and said with a smile: "Hahaha! You yourself have already preconceived! What else is there to say!"

"Come and chase me! I've been beaten by you all day long, but my foot skills have been practiced!"

Xing Sang smiled disdainfully and said, "Yes!"

I saw that she took out a talisman from the satchel on her waist and shook it at Yan Guichen.

"Ahh

Xing Sang flew up and chased after him, laughing and shouting: "Yes, you can't be serious!

After Xing Sang and Yan Guichen left, at the end of the darkness of the prison, a figure walked out, but he couldn't see the men and women clearly.

Wearing black gloves and holding the collar of a dying man, he looked out of the prison.

Then he turned around and dragged the man into the darkness......

Five days ago, Jin Shi, a felony detained on Wudu Island, took advantage of the storm to cross the border.

Killed four felons and two prison guards on the second floor of the prison, escaped from the iron prison, and disappeared in an instant.

This serious incident of a felon's escape from prison alarmed the No. 3 Prison Department, and they invited Xing Sang, deputy head of the special case action team, to find out clues about how the felon's Jin Shi escaped from prison.

After receiving the order from the prison, she used magic to recreate the whole process of the escape of the felon, Jin Shi.

In the old years, whenever there was turmoil, something strange would happen, and Huahai City, a city with a history of thousands of years, was no exception.

The hurried clerk of the government building and the bank-seat newspaper office is an immortal warlock, and the bright young man who is smiling in the flower season school is an ordinary person when the tram is clanging.

On the downtown block, under the blue sky and white, the little boy who sells newspapers is probably a monster; the lights are glamorous and drunk, and the singer who wanders around is a spirit.

Huahai City, it contains all the bizarre and shadowy, the gods, the human race and the alien race.

These three tribes have virtually concluded an eternal contract with each other, and jointly seek their own development and growth.

The existence of the three prisons balances and checks and balances each other, and the delicate relationship between the three clans.

However, the so-called division must be united for a long time, and the various contradictions that have accumulated between the three ethnic groups for a long time are gradually revealed.

Rule-breaking heresies, such as warlord warfare, deceit and corruption and bribery, have begun to spread their claws of darkness everywhere, and more dangerous turmoil is surging in the invisible undercurrent.

Sometimes, it only takes a pebble to set off a stormy sea!