Inside the prison, Wen Rong huddled in the corner, shivering, and on his body were scars from various torture instruments.

Since the last time Hai Rui tried this case publicly, Wen Rong's charge of murder on the street has been unclear! And the Wen family seems to have given up on his youngest son, and stopped dealing with the warden and the jailer in charge of guarding him.

And at this moment, this group of jailers, who had been extremely respectful before, immediately showed their fangs and used all kinds of means to torture Wen Rong, and they trampled on people with higher status than themselves to obtain satisfaction.

But fortunately, Wen Rong didn't have a few days to live, so the prison arranged a separate cell for him.

In a trance, Wen Rong seemed to have returned to the Wen family, he was sitting in his place, enjoying the table full of delicacies, the smell in the room was very good, there was a faint fragrance.

"Dad, mother, the child knows that he is wrong, and the child wants to go home!" In a trance, Wen Rong said these words.

Immediately afterward, Wen Rong woke up violently, only to find that he was still lying on the prison bed! This room has not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, and the straw under the bed has long been moldy, and the quilt on the bed, I don't know how many people have used it, has been dirty and black, emitting a disgusting stench.

"Ahhh Wen Rong couldn't accept what was in front of him, but held his head and howled in pain, wanting to vent his inner fear.

"Fuck, I really thought I was still the little master of the Wen family!"

Seeing this, the jailer in the next cell opened the door of the cell where Wen Rong was being held, then grabbed Wen Rong's hair and slammed it against the wall.

"Tell you to sleep with Uncle Ben, I'll kill you! Damn it! The jailer scolded as he slammed Wen Rong's head against the wall, and in a few moments, Wen Rong's cheeks were covered with blood.

Seeing this, the jailer also stopped, and then kicked Wen Rong down on the bed!

Then he scolded and said: "Give Uncle Ben a good night's sleep, otherwise, Uncle I won't be able to spare you!" ”

With that, the jailer spat on the ground, then turned to leave the cell and locked it again.

And Wen Rong didn't dare to make any more movements after such a beating, just curled up on the bed, the blood flowing from his head earlier blurred his vision.

At this time, his whole body seemed to fall apart, and if he moved a little, it hurt terribly.

Wen Rong didn't know how long such days would last, and gradually, a sense of sleepiness hit, and Wen Rong fell asleep.

……

I don't know how long it was, but suddenly a sharp pain hit and woke Wen Rong from his sleep.

When he opened his eyes vigorously, he saw that the prison uniform on his body was already soaked, and the wounds all over his body began to hurt.

"Yo, how does salt water taste?" The man who came was the jailer who had been guarding him before.

After Wen Rong heard the voice of the visitor clearly, his body subconsciously shrank back.

"Ling...... What do you want? Immediately afterwards, Wen Rong plucked up his courage and said these words intermittently.

"Don't be nervous, your father has already paid a large sum of money to the government! You'll be able to get out of here in no time. ”

After the jailer finished speaking, he looked at the young master of the Wen family with a very playful look.

"Really...... Really, you didn't lie to me? When Wen Rong heard the jailer's words, a flame of hope rekindled in his eyes.

"It's true, as long as you press a mudra!" After the jailer finished speaking, he took out the ink that had been prepared long ago, and the paper that recorded Wen Rong's crime.

"Press it, press it and you'll be able to get out of here." Seeing that Wen Rong didn't press the handprint, the jailer couldn't help but urge.

Just as Wen Rong wanted to read the handwriting on it, he was interrupted impatiently by the jailer, and then saw the jailer pick up Wen Rong's right index finger, dip it in some ink, and press it the paper.

It was only at this time that Wen Rong could read the handwriting on it clearly, and saw that it was written on the crime column: "Killing people on the street, assisting the family in selling illicit salt, bribing officials, killing competitors, falsifying accounts, and deliberately underpaying salt tax......

"You lied to me!"

Wen Rong only reacted at this time, and after yelling, he mobilized all his strength and pounced on the jailer, wanting to take back the paper that recorded the crime.

Wen Rong knows very well that every crime woven on it can make the Wen family end up ruined! At this time, he wants to do his best to save the fate of his family.

I saw the jailer put away the paper, and then flew up and kicked Wen Rong out of the way, who knew that Wen Rong did not give in, and quickly supported his body and rushed towards the jailer.

"Give it to me!" Wen Rong came to the jailer and restrained him from leaving.

Seeing that he couldn't break free, for the safety of the piece of paper in his arms, the jailer could only shout loudly: "Brothers, come on, get this madman away for me!" ”

Soon, the jailers from the other cells also rushed to the cell, and with the combined efforts of everyone, Wen Rong was controlled.

When the jailer broke free from the restraints, he touched the piece of paper in his arms, and was relieved to see that it was not damaged.

"Hit, beat me to death!"

As soon as the words fell, countless fists fell like raindrops.

Seeing that Wen Rong had been beaten to death, in order not to cause trouble, everyone immediately stopped.

"This little young master of the Wen family was fine a few days ago, why did he suddenly go crazy today?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm scared."

"Today's matter, thank you brothers, I have something to do later, I invite you to drink another day!"

"No problem, call a few more girls then, and let's be happy together."

……

Soon, the paper, which recorded the charges of the Wen family, appeared on Zheng Michang's bookcase.

Zheng Michang spread it out on the bookcase, and after seeing Wen Rong's handprint on it, he chuckled and said, "Hmph, these guys still have a hand in doing things, and they got it so quickly!" ”

"Wen family, how do I see you escape this time?"

After Zheng Michang finished speaking, he got up and poured himself a cup of tea, then put away the paper and looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Go, call the envoy to the official, and say that the official has something to discuss with him!"

After a while, Zheng Michang called his subordinates and commanded.

"Yes, Your Excellency! The subordinates will go. ”

After receiving the order, the subordinate left quickly.

About two quarters of an hour later, He Mao hurried to the governor's palace.

"Is there something going on?" As soon as He Mao entered the hall, he asked impatiently.

"Well, see for yourself." Zheng Michang said, took out the piece of paper that recorded the Wen family's crimes, and handed it to He Maocai.

After He Maocai took it, he looked at it again as it was, his eyes lit up, and he said: "Haha, when the time comes, with this thing, he will be able to cure him of the Wen family's crimes!" When are we going to do it? ”

"No hurry, wait." Zheng Michang was not as excited as He Maocai, but shook his head silently.

"What are you waiting for, let's gather all the manpower now and kill the Wen family directly! At that time, his Wen family's wealth will all be ours. He Maocai said, with an unconcealable excitement in his tone.

"I always felt that something was not right, that things were going so well! It's as if in the dark, there is a pair of invisible hands that are constantly advancing this matter. ”

Zheng Michang's face was full of solemnity, and he put forward his own idea.

"Okay, as the old saying goes, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years! If there is a shortage of manpower, just let me know, and I will transfer the people from the Inspectorate to the department. ”

Seeing this, He Mao no longer urged, but spoke.

(End of chapter)