Jiang Feng was stunned.

The fragrance was like the smell of rouge gouache.

Could it be that Ge Huizhong went to Fengyue Tower last night and lay down in the pile of women.

Thinking in his heart, Jiang Feng kept moving forward, no matter how his fragrance came from, people didn't want to deal with him, so why should he put his hot face on other people's cold butts.

All the way to Chaoyang Alley.

Jiang Feng didn't feel the danger.

When I got home.

Jiang Feng opened the panel.

Name: Feng Jiang

Luck: 521

Exercises: Jailer's Health Preservation (Xiaocheng)

Skills: Jailer's Long Fist (Proficient +) Divine Archery (Proficient) Monkey Escape (Proficient)

Realm: Six Grades (Refining Dirt)

Divine powers: Immortality

"It's up more than a hundred."

Jiang Feng was very surprised.

Before he left Zhenbei Prison this morning, his luck value was only in his early 400s.

During this period of time, I can increase my luck a little bit every day.

Unexpectedly, when I came out of prison this morning, I actually gained more than a hundred experience points.

Thinking back to three days ago, the perceptual gaze completely disappeared this morning, and it was difficult to do, invisibly, I escaped another wave of danger.

"Who was staring at me three days ago?"

Jiang Feng felt strange.

It's a pity that after thinking and meditating, he can't figure out who is staring at him.

Next.

Jiang Feng went from being on duty at night to being on duty during the day.

In Zhenbei Prison, he met with Uncle Huo.

Uncle Huo is a squad leader and generally does not need to be on night duty.

In the workshop, Uncle Huo was nibbling on a pickled radish, and on the table in front of him, there were also a handful of peanuts and a pot of wine.

"Uncle Huo, do you have a happy event in your family?"

Jiang Feng felt strange.

These jailers don't have much, so they can barely make ends meet, and Uncle Huo, as the leader of the team, is higher than them, but he has a family to support. The last time I was able to cook tofu with a whole pot of pickles, it had already made him bleed profusely, and he was able to gnaw radishes, eat peanuts, and serve a pot of wine in the workshop early in the morning, which must have met something happy.

"What kind of happy event can there be, this wine and peanuts are sent by Ge Huizhong, come, sit down and eat together, warm up."

Uncle Huo said casually.

"He's fine, why will he send you peanuts and wine to eat?"

Jiang Feng became more and more strange.

"He asked me to change his shift, so that he could be on duty at night for a few days."

Uncle Huo threw a peanut into his mouth.

"There are still people rushing to be on duty at night!"

Jiang Feng said meaningfully.

In the cell, the jailer is on duty at night, although there are few errands and it is more relaxed. However, the cell is heavy and has a lot of damage to qi and blood, and if they can choose, the jailers would rather be tired than be on duty at night.

Unexpectedly, Ge Huizhong, who has always been taciturn, would find Uncle Huo and arrange a night shift for him.

"Whatever, if he wants to be on the night shift, let him be on the night shift, let's have a drink and warm up."

Uncle Huo didn't think about it that much.

Anyway, someone sent him wine and peanuts, and he had no reason to refuse.

Jiang Feng felt that something was wrong.

Recalling that after the night shift yesterday, he left Zhenbei Prison, and Ge Huizhong walked shoulder-to-shoulder, and the smell of rouge gouache smelled from him, could it be that this guy was out to make trouble, and he didn't dare to go back at night, so he took the initiative to ask Uncle Huo to change his shift.

In the end, Jiang Feng asked himself not to think nonsense.

He does his job well.

When he was on duty, he delivered food to the prisoners in cells No. 1 to No. 30, and when he was on night shift, Uncle Huo arranged for others to handle the food.

Now he is on duty during the day.

As long as you are responsible for delivering the food.

After delivering two meals of rice porridge and rice, Jiang Feng pushed the wooden cart back to the workshop, and when he passed by another team leader's workshop, he saw Ge Huizhong's figure inside.

It's just evening.

It's not the time when Ge Huizhong was on duty.

This guy, how could he be, could it be that he lives in a prison cell?

Jiang Feng was puzzled.

But I didn't ask.

The last time I greeted people at the door, they didn't pay attention to him, but this time Jiang Fengchun didn't see it.

An hour later.

Night falls.

Jiang Feng and Uncle Huo finished their shifts together, the two left Zhenbei Prison, walked together for a while, and parted ways at the fork in the road, Jiang Feng walked to Chaoyang Alley, and Uncle Huo walked to Willow Alley.

Walked a while.

Jiang Feng suddenly remembered that Ge Huizhong also lived in Chaoyang Alley, and the house was in the middle of the alley.

Normally he walked by in a hurry.

I'm afraid that at night, I will encounter some robbership.

When passing by Ge Huizhong's courtyard this time, Jiang Feng glanced over there, but he didn't expect to see that the window of Ge Huizhong's house was not closed.

Datang.

The world is sinister.

Even Longdu is full of thieves.

Lock the door and close the window when you go out, this is the consensus of everyone in the slum.

Ge Huizhong, as a small jailer in Zhenbei Prison, is usually used to seeing sinister, how can he not have this common sense.

Jiang Feng felt strange.

But I didn't bother too much.

Maybe it was a thief in Ge Huizhong's house and he was in trouble, so he hid in prison, not necessarily.

Next.

Jiang Feng went to Zhenbei Prison as usual to be on duty.

Passing by Ge Huizhong's courtyard again.

I saw that the window in Ge Huizhong's room was still open.

Jiang Feng continued to walk forward, but after walking more than a dozen steps, thinking back to the strange places he had seen in the past few days, he saw that there was no one around, and his body moved. Perform the monkey escape method.

quickly entered Ge Huizhong's courtyard.

Suddenly he rushed into Ge Huizhong's room.

Sweep it gently.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but be shocked.

In the corner of the room, near the door, there was a corpse with a dagger in its chest.

That corpse was not someone else, it was Ge Huizhong.

The corpse was blackened.

Jiang Feng could completely judge that Ge Huizhong's corpse had been dead for more than twelve hours.

And yesterday, before leaving Zhenbei Prison, he also saw Ge Huizhong in the cell.

Could it be that in the cell, that Ge Huizhong is fake.

If this is the case, why did the other party pretend to be Ge Huizhong and hide in the cell.

The more Jiang Feng thought about it, the more wrong it became.

In order not to provoke right and wrong, he did not stay long and left quickly.

The body appeared in the alley again, and walked towards the Zhenbei Prison at the usual speed.

At the gate of Zhenbei Prison, Jiang Feng and Uncle Huo met, and the two arrived almost at the same time, and just as they were about to enter together, Ge Huizhong walked out of the prison.

"Little Loyalty......"

Just after drinking a pot of wine yesterday, Uncle Huo took the initiative to say hello to Ge Huizhong, but Ge Huizhong didn't pay attention to Uncle Huo, but hurriedly crossed shoulders with Jiang Feng and them.

It's just that after taking a few steps, Ge Huizhong frowned and glanced back at Jiang Feng.

But as if something important was going on, he went away again.

Or even speed away.

Uncle Huo stopped talking, and instead entered the prison, somewhat blaming Ge Huizhong for being rude.

Jiang Feng entered the prison on his hind feet.

He decided that when he didn't know what to do, he avoided provoking trouble.

When he was working, he happened to pass by Huang Zhutou, who was holding the Red Lotus Sect and preparing to go to the torture room for interrogation.

On the shackled Red Lotus cultist, Jiang Feng smelled a special fragrance.

It's the same as the scent on Fake Ge Huizhong's body.

It's light.

But Jiang Feng knows that it's that kind of taste.

At that moment, Jiang Feng seemed to think of something, and his expression couldn't help but change suddenly.