With a bang, the small iron window on the iron fence was opened heavily, and a worn porcelain bowl containing half a bowl of rice was violently pushed in, and then the small iron window was slammed shut. The knife-wielding jailer watched a food-delivery handyman walk by, and shouted in a rough voice, "It's time to eat!

This is the Imperial Prison, the highest level prison in the Silver Moon Empire. Of course, this specification is relative to the garrison and the means of torturing prisoners. In order to guard the prisoners here, prevent the prisoners from escaping, and prevent anyone from robbing the prison by force, the empire allocated 1,000 elite soldiers to guard here, including infantry, crossbowmen, and cavalry.

In order to make the prisoners here honest and not have a monotonous and boring life, the wardens and guards in the Imperial Prison worked together, brainstormed, and used their brains to come up with many ways and means to have fun with the prisoners, so that the prisoners could fully enjoy the warmth here. These methods and means include, but are not limited to, the following:

One, pepper water enema. For prisoners who are tired of the boring life here and refuse to settle down, it is sometimes important to be kind enough to serve a delicious meal, and chili water enemas are one of them. Specifically, the prisoner was tied upside down on a pillar, the pants were removed, and then a bamboo tube was used to pick up the chrysanthemums under the prisoner's body, and then a spoon was filled with red and bright chili pepper water, and the bamboo tube was poured into it. In order to ensure that the prisoners drank satisfactorily, the warden specially selected the hottest millet pepper on the plain. All the prisoners who enjoyed this delicious taste were moved to tears of joy and tears, and were deeply moved by the enthusiasm of the wardens and guards.

Second, fried phoenix feet with bamboo sticks. The specific method is to hold the prisoner's fingers tightly and slowly insert them into the nail with a sharpened thin bamboo stick, and then someone twists the bamboo stick to fully mix the delicious taste of the bamboo with the "phoenix claws".

Three, black oil soaked loach. Black oil is a very peculiar thing, it looks like oil, it can be burned when it is lit, it can be softened and boiled when it is boiled in a pot, and it becomes a hard black paste when it is cold. The jailers boiled a pot of warm black oil soup, and then invited the prisoners to sit in the pot and take a good bath, and then continued to burn the fire, so that the prisoners could take a comfortable hot bath and kill fleas and bugs on their bodies. This black oil soup is more powerful than boiling water, and the effect of killing fleas and bed bugs is more effective than anything else, and no prisoner has ever said that he is not satisfied - in fact, before the flea and bed bugs are dead, the prisoner's skin and flesh are already cooked, and a large piece can be knocked off with a light knock.

Because of such a high standard of treatment, the emperor decided that only the most important prisoners could enter, and ordinary prisoners were not eligible to enjoy it. After all, such a high-level treatment will cost the empire a lot of silver.

In contrast to these high standards, except for the tall and thick walls, everything else in the prison is dirty, tattered, dark, and exudes an indescribable stench that persists all year round. The stench is caused by the body odor caused by the prisoners who do not take a bath or change their pants for many years, the bad breath caused by not brushing their teeth or rinsing their mouths, the stench of rotting dead rats and insects, and the stench caused by the inmates' own urine and urine that no one cleans up all year round...... and so on and so on mixed together to form a foul smell, known as "the evidence of the edict".

Now, Midnight is locked up in such a place. The cell in which he was held looked quite spacious, but it was not at all transparent, and it was dim, filth, bedbugs, and a foul smell. The people who are locked up here, even if they are not smoked to death, will be smoked crazy.

This is not nonsense. The cells were separated only by thick iron bars, so that the adjacent inmates could see each other and shake hands if necessary. However, the prisoners here obviously had no intention of shaking hands with Ling Ye, and they either stared at Ling Ye and grinded their teeth, or sat in the corner of the wall and muttered to themselves, or sat on the musty rotten straw, groping their hands all over their bodies, occasionally touching a flea and bedbug, and without looking at it, they threw it directly into their mouths and bit it down with a clatter.

The prisoners here are crazy!

Ling Ye came to this judgment.

He didn't want to be locked up here to go crazy like these people, but the spiritual veins were sealed, and he couldn't run the Xuan Gong for the time being, and he couldn't resist. What can be done at present is to keep yourself alive first, and then Xu Tu recovers, and then escape from here.

Right now, when he saw a bowl of rice delivered, Ling Ye didn't dislike it, so he picked up the sand and ate it. Naturally, the rice is made from very coarse rice, and the sand in it is not clean, and it may even be added by the jailers, which is called "beautiful sand rice".

Ling Ye's neighbor on the left was a middle-aged man, who also received coarse rice at this time, but he was not in a hurry to eat it, sitting on the rotten straw with his rice bowl, and looking at Ling Ye directly. Seeing Ling Ye finish eating, he asked hoarsely, "Is it delicious?"

Ling Ye shook his head slowly. The man hoarsely voiced, as if he was talking to him, and as if talking to himself: "There used to be a man who lived with me, and after eating half a bowl of rice, he shouted that his stomach hurt, and then he vomited blood to death...... You see, there is still his blood on the ground......"

Ling Ye glanced at it. He can see things secretly, but now the Xuan Gong can't work, it is greatly reduced, and he can't see clearly, he can only see a mess of rotten straw.

The man muttered, "He refused to speak, so they poisoned him in his meal and poisoned him to death." I said everything, but I still couldn't get out, and I knew that they would poison my rice and poison me to death!"

Speaking of this, two tears welled up on the man's face, and he began to cry. He was very thin, and there was no water to drink, not even tears.

Ling Ye's neighbor on the right was a thin old man, who had already finished eating at this time, threw away his rice bowl, wiped the corners of his mouth, walked to the iron fence separated from Ling Ye, grabbed the iron fence and looked at the crying man, and snorted from his nostrils: "This is a madman! If you want to kill a person here, how can you use such an inferior method as poison? The wardens and jailers here have many ways to kill people!"

Ling Ye turned his head to look at him, and said lightly, "What can you do?"

The thin old man licked his lips and said, "Do you want to know?

Ling Ye said lightly: "If you want to say it, you can say it, and if you don't want to say it, I won't ask you." ”