Daheng Punishment Department Dungeon, 3rd Basement, Area B.

Ye Chuxiao was holding a red stick in his hand, and he was in a daze, his eyes were out of focus, as if he was out of his body.

The spoiled food and drink, mixed with the smell of vomit, combined with the damp and dark environment of the dungeon, formed a constant negative attack in the not spacious space.

Twisted his stiff neck.

Ye Chuxiao has not completely recovered his senses.

After all, the shared basement, in a sense, after a hangover, is similar to the dungeon at this time.

"Dog X's Dawei threw me on the toilet again and made me vomit all night?" At this time, Ye Chuxiao didn't even dare to touch his cheeks with his hands, he was in a somewhat embarrassing situation, and although he couldn't solve the problem, at least he wouldn't let himself suffer a second mental injury.

Finally, he began to shake his head slightly numbly, and even half of his body followed suit.

The body after a hangover, in this slow and stiff movement, gradually regains keen perception.

Eyes searched for the first sip of soul wine in the morning after a hangover.

By the way, the pattern of the entire space is also in the eyes.

The dim lighting, the tables are full of cups and plates, there are iron hooks, ropes, soldering irons and other things hanging on the rocky walls, and in the corners of the walls, there are some torture instruments that make people feel creepy at a glance.

Syllable!

Ye Chuxiao gave himself a slap in the face.

"Damn, I won't eat the appetizers given by the Yundian people anymore, it's okay now! They all ate hallucinations. Ye Chuxiao muttered to himself, then shook the wine jug on the table, listened to the sound that was more empty than his wallet, and then sighed.

Then, a stream of memories suddenly mixed with the strength of the wine and surged up together.

Vomit...

The intense dizziness and stirring from the soul to the body was like someone stuffing a forty-three-yard stinky foot into their mouth and then giving a roundhouse kick with all their might.

Looking at the mess all over the ground, Ye Chuxiao held on to prevent himself from fainting.

After half a ring, Ye Chuxiao finally confirmed that he had crossed.

Ye Chuxiao, the third-class jailer of the dungeon of the Criminal Department of the Daheng Dynasty, is responsible for delivering food to the prisoners in the third basement area B, which can barely be regarded as a fat difference, in addition to one or two taels of silver and a small amount of rice grain per month, the soup money collected from the prisoners is as much as seventeen or eighteen taels, in addition to most of the handover, he can also intercept three or four taels by himself, which is almost equal to double the monthly salary.

There is a water tank in the corner.

Ye Chuxiao held the candle, walked to the water tank, and looked inside.

The vague figure reflected in the water light looked more like the Yin soldiers of the Netherworld.

Dressed in a pale cyan soap suit, wearing a lacquered cloth crown that is not very suitable on his head, and the red cloth webbing around his waist, there is enough room for relaxation, which can obviously accommodate a larger amount of belly, and then look directly at the surface of his feet, wearing high-soled black boots that barely fit, as for the specific facial features, in such a dim environment, just borrowing a little bit of the glimmer of the candle flame, it is not clear to be seen by the side of the water tank.

Putting down the candlestick, Ye Chuxiao directly plunged his entire head into the water tank to make himself more sober.

The next moment, I saw the bottom of the water tank, pierced by nails, and half of the ears that had been soaked white.

Ye Chuxiao was directly trembling, and the little residual strength of the wine completely woke up.

After taking two steps back, he stabilized his body, and at this time he had an intuitive and clear feeling of crossing.

Looking at the red slip still in his hand, the original vague memory became more concrete and real.

"Xiaoye! This time it's your bad luck, you lost a felony in prison, and in another day, Lord Zhao of the Criminal Department will come to check the prison, since you have won the red lottery, you have to take care of the matter, and in the future, there will be a few bites of our brother to eat, and you will not forget your younger brothers and sisters. ”

"When your brother turns fifteen, we will help clear the relationship and let him take over your class." The words of the team leader Li Xin kept echoing in Ye Chuxiao's mind.

"Phew!"

"The missing is a cult demon, doing a rebellious business, I want to admit that I helped in private and let the prisoner go, that is the end of all crimes, Li Xin just sees me young, thinks I am easy to handle, and threatens me with my younger brothers and sisters at home." Ye Chuxiao brushed the water droplets on his hair and gradually calmed down.

Before the crossing, he was one of the members of the variety show screenwriting team of Yancheng TV, mainly responsible for writing the scenario script of 'Cute Star Detective'.

However, to be honest, this kind of script does not have high requirements for reasoning and suspense.

On the contrary, it is a requirement to try to meet the performance desire and personality needs of celebrities.

Although he is an unprofessional reasoning screenwriter, Ye Chuxiao is still thinking at this time, using his little knowledge to work hard to solve the dilemma in front of him.

"This is a world of practice, magic, and supernatural things."

"The original owner is a Xiao Martial Cultivator who has cultivated to the second layer of the Foolish Realm, and just about seven or eight hours ago, the Origin Sect Protector who was originally imprisoned in the third floor of the dungeon in Area B disappeared into the prison out of thin air, leaving only a body of dead skin that had been molted. Some old jailers speculated that it was the cult demon who used the Origin Sect's transformation and illusion technique, turned into an insect ant, and escaped from the dungeon. ”

"However, the dungeon has the Great Heng Artifact to suppress it, and if the idle people don't have a special seal, it is impossible to use any extraordinary means in this dungeon."

Thinking of this, Ye Chuxiao was going to go to the cell where the original cult demon was held to take a look and look for clues.

In my memory, the head of the team said that although it was a day, Lord Zhao of the Criminal Department would come to inspect the prison.

But in reality, the 'day' has passed.

The conversation in Ye Chuxiao's memory was last night.

As for shouting grievances in front of that Lord Zhao, Ye Chuxiao was not optimistic about this possibility.

The recidivism is lost, which in itself is quite implicated, and the team leader Li Xin dared to push Ye Chuxiao out to take the blame, he must have some confidence and acquiescence.

Turning big things into small things is a routine operation of officialdom.

It's just that this person who was sacrificed doesn't necessarily have to be Ye Chuxiao, but also any jailer who is implicated.

Ye Chuxiao was just a 'coincidence' and won the red sign of the guilt.

I pulled the iron door at the exit of the room, and there was a rattle behind the iron door.

Apparently it has been locked from the other side.

A fierce punch hit the iron door, and the cold and piercing shock force instantly forced Ye Chuxiao back a few steps, and his butt fell to the ground.

A chill suddenly rushed from the tail vertebrae to the door of the brain.

"Not only did I lock the door, but I also took away my seal, so that I could not use my power in this dungeon. This is not even giving me the last chance! Ye Chuxiao thought to himself.

The matter has come to this point, Ye Chuxiao can only look forward to the arrival of the golden finger as the standard for traversers.

Sitting numbly on the stool, he silently recited all the immortals he could think of, and even tried to summon those famous goldfinger templates.

However, half an hour passed, and there was no response.

"Wouldn't it? Fruit to wear? ”

"This doesn't make sense!" Ye Chuxiao's mouth was bitter.

At this point, Ye Chuxiao can only search his intestines and find any way to try.

As he was pondering, he heard a sound at the lock of the door.

With a creak, the iron door was pulled open.

A middle-aged man dressed in the same way as Ye Chuxiao walked in with wine and food.

"Xiaoye! Think clearly, don't be tough, it's your life! The middle-aged man said in as calm a tone as possible.

Ye Chuxiao opened his eyes and looked at this team leader who had been taking good care of him in the past.

"I heard that Li Bantou, your youngest son is almost fifteen!" Ye Chuxiao's voice was not mixed with any joy and anger.

"I don't believe you'll leave my place to my brother, I'm going to go and see where the cult demon used to be." Ye Chuxiao continued.

Li Bantou, who was originally trying to be gentle, changed his face instantly.

"Ye Chuxiao! You are now guilty of a crime, and instead of putting you directly in a prison cell, you are allowed to eat and drink well in the class room, which is already an extra preferential treatment. ”

"You don't have to make a mistake, otherwise you're not the only one, and your whole family won't be able to escape." Li Bantou said viciously.

Ye Chuxiao looked at the angry Li Bantou, but became more confident: "I know, the demon escapes, someone needs to come out to take the blame, since I was pushed out by you, I can't hide." But how could a small third-class jailer commit such a serious crime, at least there should be a team leader behind it. ”

"Wouldn't it be safer for those bigwigs in the Criminal Department to hand over a jailer and a squad leader?"

"It doesn't make a difference to them anyway."

Li Bantou's face suddenly turned blue.

The information he knew was more detailed than Ye Chuxiao's, and he knew better how much of a fault that cult demon had made when he escaped.

Because of this, he and others drunk Ye Chuxiao last night, and after Ye Chuxiao pressed his handprint on the confession, he still couldn't feel at ease.

That's when there was another 'beating'.

It's just that he didn't expect it, it was just a one-night difference, Ye Chuxiao, who was originally honest and easy to bully, seemed to be a different person, and he actually beat him in turn.

"It's a big deal, and a third-class jailer can't get things right."

"If the above is iron-heartedly investigated, all the jailers in District B will be questioned."

"Li Bantou, if I were you, I wouldn't have chosen to cover my head at this time, and I would be lucky. It's about finding a way to find the real mastermind. Ye Chuxiao reluctantly pressed Li Bantou's emotions.

After saying that, Ye Chuxiao bypassed Li Bantou and pushed the door out directly.

Leaving the rancid room, the smell in the hallway was not good.

The musty smell caused by darkness and dampness is still the dominant aura of the entire dungeon.

The soles of the jailer's shoes were extra high so that they would not get into the damp mud and let their toes soak in the mud.

Following the direction of his memory, Ye Chuxiao arrived at the door of the cell where the cult demon had stayed before.

Through the iron bars, you can see the layout of the cell.

A human skin, chained through it, hangs in mid-air.

What was originally hanging there should not be just a skin, but a whole person.

"Open the door!" Ye Chuxiao said to Li Bantou, who was following closely behind him.

Li Bantou looked unhappy, and he had to mock a few words, but he heard Ye Chuxiao say: "You cooperate with me well, in case I really can't find clues, and someone above will need to be guilty at that time, I won't mention you." ”

When Li Bantou heard this, he hurriedly opened the prison door as if he had been granted amnesty.

Ye Chuxiao walked in, looked around, and did not find any suspicious traces.

After all, he is just a variety show script screenwriter, not a real mystery novelist, let alone a detective.

After hesitating, Ye Chuxiao still reached out and touched the weird-looking human skin.

If there really is any clue, this strange human skin is obviously the most valuable for investigation.

When Ye Chuxiao's fingers touched the human skin, a strange energy suddenly surged from his fingers.

At the same time, in Ye Chuxiao's mind, it was like a big bell suddenly ringing.

Syllable!

The illusory golden clock rotated counterclockwise in Ye Chuxiao's brain.

With the movement of the pointer, Ye Chuxiao found that everything in front of him, from the visual point of view of the soul, seemed to be experiencing a reversal of time.