The felt-rolling boy Mantou talked to himself nervously, and raised his voice, still tilting his head, staring at Seocho with a hideous expression.

"I said I would pay it back tenfold. Since the lieutenant wants me to die, then I will pay him back tenfold. ”

Seocho had always wondered if the felt rolling boy who was crooking his neck to talk to her wouldn't his neck be sore? But when she spoke, she asked, "What did you do?"

"A large part of the people in our village are relatives of the Li Chang's family. So I sent the whole village to join him in hell. ”

The voice became more and more eerie, and the felt boy steamed bun was like a ghost who slipped out of the underworld, with terrifying eyes and a hideous expression.

If you want to kill so many people at once, ordinary means will not work, Seocho rolled her eyes and thought of a very simple and easy to use method.

"You poisoned the well water?"

"You're right. ”

The young man who rolled the felt steamed bun with a smug smile suddenly dragged his broken legs, rushed to the front of the iron fence, grabbed the two iron railings with both hands, stuck his head into Seocho's cell, and shouted hysterically: "You are really smart, but why are you locked up here? My only sin is poverty. My only sin is poverty. ”

The young man who suddenly went crazy was drooling, drooling, and kept roaring at Seocho, as if he wanted to use a crazy roar to drive Seocho crazy, and embark on the ranks of madmen with him.

Seocho took a deep look at the felt-rolling boy steamed bun, then turned sharply and approached the iron fence on the right.

Whether being poor is a sin or not, Seocho doesn't know, but this hideous felt-rolling boy must be guilty!

Behind him, the roar of the felt-rolling boy steamed bun rose higher and higher, and in hysteria, Seocho stood in front of the iron fence and quietly looked at another neighbor prisoner in the next cell.

The prisoner was a gray-haired old man, hunched on his back, standing in the middle of the cell, his eyes looking forward expectantly, motionless.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

The white-haired old man who heard Seocho's question was still lying motionless, staring ahead, his voice as if he had been muffled underground for decades.

"I'm waiting for my son. ”

The prison of the Criminal Department is not just anyone who can come to visit the prison, and Ruicao told the old man honestly that his son could not enter the Tao.

The old man was still motionless when he heard this, staring at the front with those cloudy gray eyes.

"Fifty years ago, when the war raged and my hometown was destroyed, the survivors were displaced, and their children were killed and cannibalized. ”

The voice of the white-haired rickety old man was very stuffy to listen to, and it made people feel that they were being detained in a big box, which was very suffocating and uncomfortable.

Seocho stared at the white-haired old man suspiciously, wanting to know that the son he was waiting for was given by him......

The white-haired rickety old man seemed to hear the question in Seocho's heart, and sighed in a leisurely voice: "At that time, some people were so hungry that they wanted to eat cannibalism, and some people spent a lot of money to buy them because they heard that eating young children can keep them young forever. And I, because of this, got the money, came to the capital, and sat down to do a small business. The white-haired rickety old man's voice had been dull and distant, and he used the money from the sale of his son to make the business prosperous. I married one wife after another, and gave birth to one son after another.

Speaking of this, the white-haired rickety old man suddenly turned his head, and his withered white eyes stared at Seocho: "Guess, who locked me up here?"

The white-haired rickety old man didn't wait for Seocho to answer after speaking, he rushed to the iron fence like a leopard, and the felt-rolling boy stuck his head into Seocho's cell, screaming like a demon.

"It's my son, it's my son. They robbed me of my property and imprisoned me in this hellish place. They are not my sons, they are not my sons, they are beasts, they are devils!"

On the left-hand side, the white-haired rickety old man hissed and scolded his son, and on the right-hand side, he rolled out felt young man's steamed buns, and the ghost cried wolf and shouted that he was guilty of no money, and he was not guilty of money!

The two of them, at this moment, seemed to be transformed into two vicious dogs, barking wildly, wanting to rush into Seocho's cell and tear her to pieces.

If you are an ordinary timid person, you will probably have to be scared half to death when you encounter this terrible situation.

And Seocho lay down on the straw in the hysterical horror roar of the two, and slept in his clothes.

But not long after she lay down, a jailer walked in and struck the iron fence with a stick: "It's all quiet, it's time to eat." ”

Hearing the word "eat", Seocho immediately jumped up from the ground, rushed to the iron fence in front of him, and took two steamed buns and a bowl of gruel from the jailer.

It's just that there is a black handprint on the steamed bun, which is hard to eat.

Seocho watched the two sides quiet down, and the felt-rolling boy and the white-haired old man who were gobbling up the steamed buns were still unable to bite the steamed buns with black handprints.

So, she handed the gruel, which was so clear that she could count the grains of rice, to her mouth.

With a "bang", a stone struck the back of Seocho's hand, and the bowl she was holding in her hand immediately fell to the ground with a "bang".

The bowl shattered into eight petals, and the rice grains were scattered all over the ground, and Seocho jerked her head up and glared at the night that appeared at some point.

"What do you do?"

Night squinted her narrow eyes, hugged her arms, and looked at Seocho with a light smile.

"If I were you, I wouldn't drink that bowl of porridge?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I happened to see the jailer sprinkle a little strange seasoning into your bowl of porridge. ”

Hearing this, Seocho frowned and looked at the rice porridge that was spilled on the ground.

At this time, out of nowhere, a mouse rushed in and licked the rice grains on the ground.

Soon a few more rats, not at all afraid of people, rushed in and snatched the rice grains on the ground.

Soon, however, the rats were scurrying around the cell as if they were drunk.

Immediately afterwards, they all lay on their backs, twitching their limbs and small paws, foaming at the mouth, and died of exhaustion.

Seocho cast his eyes on the night, and his tone was cold: "You see, who did it?"

"The jailer, you say?"

"I said the one who instructed him?"

An ordinary jailer has no reason to poison her, Ruicho thinks that the person who instructed the jailer to poison her may be the murderer of Xiaogui's father-in-law!

Night shook her head: "I didn't see it." But do you want me to get you out and interrogate the jailer and catch the guy who poisoned you?"

"Do you think I can't get out on my own?"

Seocho rolled her eyes at the night, saying that getting out of here now is not the key.

Night smiled and asked Seocho, what is the key?

Seocho clutched her stomach: "I'm going to starve to death." ”

Angry at night, he reached over the iron railing, knocked Seocho's head, and then walked aside, carried a food box, and took out the roast chicken wrapped in butter paper.