Dungeon!

It was the first time for Ling Lan to come to this kind of place, and she realized that the place where the prisoners were held by the Criminal Department was divided into many places, including remote darkrooms, interrogation rooms and closed huts, as well as dungeons like those seen in the TV series.

The environment here is very poor, and the air is filled with a pungent musty smell.

After walking some distance, Mo Ziyu stopped outside a cell, and inside the arm-thick wooden fence was a scarred man.

Ling Lan looked at it for a while, not impressed.

When the man saw Mo Ziyu, he hurriedly knelt on the ground: "My lord, my subordinates are guilty, and my subordinates should die." ”

Mo Ziyu stood upright, with one hand behind his back, looking at him condescendingly for a moment, and his tone was calm: "Wu Jie, you have been in the Criminal Department for two years, right?" ”

Wu Jie nodded hurriedly: "Back to my lord, it's been exactly two years, and my subordinates are also confused for a while, and I didn't hold back when I think Zhao Kang was really hateful, but my subordinates didn't expect it to be highly poisonous, and they just wanted to teach Zhao Kang a lesson and avenge Zhou Ru." ”

Ling Lan found that she couldn't understand, and she forgot to ask about the situation before coming, and she couldn't keep up with the rhythm at this time.

Ignoring his words, a chill flashed in Mo Ziyu's narrow eyes: "Where did the poison come from?" ”

Wu Jie swallowed his saliva: "I bought it on the black market, and my subordinates thought it was an ordinary poison that made Zhao Kang suffer a little, but they never thought of killing him." ”

Combing through Wu Jie's words, Ling Lan gradually had a guess that according to the other party's intentions, he should be familiar with Zhou Ru and have a good relationship, so after Zhao Kang was arrested, he wanted to teach him a lesson, so he used the poison bought on the black market to give Zhao Kang a dose, but he didn't know that it was highly poisonous...

It sounds reasonable, but it doesn't stand up to scrutiny.

Seeing that he was still stiff-mouthed after being tortured, Mo Ziyu smiled coldly: "Wu Jie, do you really think that this official doesn't know anything?" In the past two years, what have you done yourself, are you unclear? ”

As soon as these words came out, the expression on Wu Jie's face suddenly froze, and he quickly lowered his eyes and looked at the ground without speaking.

If he talks about this, he has many reasons to explain it, anyway, it is unintentional, but when he talks about the past two years, he senses that a sense of crisis is approaching, and even death is coming.

Ling Lan slowly squatted down, this height could better observe Wu Jie.

The other party's state and mood are changing, it was okay before and cooperated, but at this time, it became heavy and indifferent, and the whole person's aura became fierce.

Mo Ziyu took two steps forward and came to the fence: "Who sent you to the Criminal Department, you know better than anyone else, as for whether you are a live chess or a dead chess, it depends on your own performance." ”

Wu Jie still hung his head, his gloomy eyes stared at the ground, and he didn't say a word.

"I'm not in a hurry, give you time to think it through, but it's best not to be too long, lest your elderly parents and young children can't stand it."

Raising his head like an electric shock, Wu Jie completely changed into a person, his expression was cold, his eyes were grim, and he clenched his teeth and was full of hatred.

The corners of Mo Ziyu's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled very intriguingly: "Live well and think about it seriously, if you die before you get a satisfactory answer in this palace, then your family will give you a funeral." ”

Wu Jie's hands were clenched into fists, and his wide eyes were scarlet: "It's not a disaster for your family, if you want to kill them, you can kill them, don't touch them." ”

Mo Ziyu gave him a self-conscious look, and turned around and walked out without talking nonsense.

Ling Lan quickly got up, looked at Wu Jie again, and then left.

It was quiet behind him, Wu Jie was not begging for mercy or anything else, and seemed to fall into a dead silence as if resigned to his fate.

She has watched a lot of ancient TV series, intrigue is purely the norm, and there are two most serious ones, between the women of the harem and the prince of the former dynasty.

Mo Ziyu manages the Criminal Department, and he doesn't have much contact with several princes and His Royal Highness the Prince, why would anyone waste their efforts to install eyeliner next to him?

Thinking back on all the possibilities, Ling Lan suddenly had a bold guess, it couldn't be that Mo Ziyu was preparing to restart a certain big case, involving the interests of a certain adult, right?

Mo Ziyu, who came outside unconsciously, had stopped, and couldn't help but be curious when she saw her serious thinking.

"Can you lose your mind when you walk?"

"I don't understand, you came out like this, and nothing happened?"

In other words, isn't this a trip for nothing, coming so far to enjoy the "dungeon scenery"?

"There will be progress soon." Mo Ziyu was full of confidence.

"Could it be that you really tied up all the people in his family?"

"Am I like that?"

Ling Lan: "..."

It's not a question of resemblance, some people just do whatever it takes to get there.

Mo Ziyu was a little dissatisfied, but still explained: "I just scared him, as for me saying that the progress is not for him to confess, the current situation is just bait, I am waiting for the big fish to take the bait." ”

It turned out that Mo Ziyu was acting when she walked around with her, but I didn't see it, the man's acting skills were not bad!

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Late at night, Ling Lan heard chaotic footsteps and noisy sounds outside when she was half-asleep, she muttered a few words, pulled the quilt over her head, and continued to dream.

The lights were bright outside, and a master wearing a black night robe with his face covered was shuttling around the punishment department, at first he could still have the upper hand, and it didn't take long for him to be surrounded by Tianyi and the others in the middle.

Tianyi was obviously playing a game of cat and mouse, he didn't take the trick very seriously, and used the gap in numbers to entangle the man in black, so that he couldn't win, couldn't escape, and slowly exhausted...

The next morning, Ling Lan listens to Fluttershy talk about the events of the previous night while eating breakfast.

"Yunshui Pavilion?" Ling Lan intuitively felt that this place was not ordinary, but it was very unfamiliar.

"Girl, don't you know Yunshui Pavilion? This is a very mysterious and powerful organization, the people in it are all masters, divided into two categories: intelligence and assassination, I heard that the commission is very high, and the requirements for customers are also very high. Fluttershy tells her what she knows.

"I understand the high commission, what does it mean to be demanding from customers?"

Fluttershy snorted and laughed, "Girl, the slave also thinks this is very interesting, it is said that the owner of Yunshui Pavilion has a very strange temper, and it is all up to her own preferences, so some people always say that being a guest of Yunshui Pavilion must have a fate with the pavilion master." ”

"Huh! It sounds satisfying and interesting, so to speak, the people who infiltrated last night and Wu Jie are both from Yunshui Pavilion? ”

There are a lot of new things she has learned in the past two days, she thinks it is funny, it sounds like Yunshui Pavilion is very powerful, I don't know what kind of person the pavilion master is?

"The slave doesn't know, that's all I know."

After a pause, Fluttershy adds, "If you're interested, the slave asks Tianyi, and that guy knows everything." ”

"Good! But you have to talk to people well, if you are so fierce, be careful not to get married. She teased.

Fluttershy blushes and looks shy, "Girl, you're talking nonsense, slaves aren't fierce!" Slaves and maidservants do not marry. ”