In the pitch-black prison where you can't see your fingers, there is not a single light.

When Jiang Baochan woke up, he was stunned for a moment, and the name Jin Zhu jumped into his mouth, but he swallowed it again.

After a moment's relief, the little marquis lifted the quilt and sat up.

When I was brought to this cell last night, I took advantage of the light that opened the door and broke in, and took a cursory look inside the room.

A wooden bed in an ordinary people's house, covered with a layer of woven quilts.

In the corner of the wall is a bucket for going to the toilet

Other than that, the room within ten steps was empty.

The walls around him were covered with thick fabric, and the arrangers were obviously intent on preventing him from crashing into the wall and killing himself.

How much sin am I to seek death?

When I think about it when I think about it when I get out of bed, I can't help but laugh at myself.

It was probably a hole in the house for surveillance or a brass pipe to eavesdrop on the movement, and after a while, the click of shoes and green bricks came from outside.

Then there was a creaking sound, about the location of the door, revealing a small window that only allowed trays to enter.

With the faint light coming in, there was also a slightly impatient voice: "You sons and brothers really don't take human life seriously, and you can sleep peacefully until you kill so many people." Hurry up and come over to eat, General Qi ordered, three meals a day to give you half an hour to eat. Whoa!"

Jiang Baochan sighed, got up and walked to the door, took the wooden bowl handed in, and put it cold, obviously the meal had been cold for a long time: "This rice is cold?"

The man outside the door smiled: "Could it be that you still want to eat hot food? You have to figure out your own position! Really think that you are still some kind of bullshit little marquis? If you have a stutter, it is good, no matter how noisy it is, don't even eat dinner!"

Jiang Baochan took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to get angry, after all, it was a person under the roof. He still knows the phrase Junjie well.

Waiting left and right and waiting for the chopsticks to come in, Jiang Baochan asked patiently, "Can you give me a pair of chopsticks?"

With a 'bang', the small window on the door was shut, and the originally faint light was blocked out of the wood. A voice came from outside, which was gradually moving away: "Find your own way!"

Jiang Baochan endured the grievances and unwillingness in his heart, squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of cold white rice with his hands, and swallowed it one bite at a time, every time he swallowed it, it was a burst of retching. I didn't expect that white rice, which has no salt and no taste, would be so difficult to swallow.

At this moment, it was already afternoon, and General Qi, who had gone to the prison to interrogate the prisoners in the rain, had just rushed back to the city guard's mansion, and before he had even taken a sip of hot tea, a porter came to report in a panic: "Lord Qi, recruit! The old man in the prison has recruited!"

When General Qi arrived in a hurry, the old man who was driving the car had already been put down from the hanging iron chain, changed into clean clothes, and was sitting tremblingly at the table at the moment.

Xie Changan, who was supposed to be interrogating the prisoner, was holding a piece of rice paper with dense finger prints at this moment, frowning and reading it word by word.

This Xie Chang'an is a side branch of the Xie family, although it is a side branch, it is also a relationship that has been separated by almost a hundred years, even if it is a big Xie family, it can't take care of all relatives, not to mention that this person has no ability, and finally after starving to death of his father and mother, this Xie Chang'an sold the broken house in the family and went to the northwest to join the army.

One year, some ruffians in the army were making trouble, and he happened to be on duty that day, and he rushed forward with a knife regardless of others' obstruction, and slashed to death the person who took the lead in making trouble, and led the guards to arrest the rest of the troublemakers, etc., and imprisoned them in the barracks.

Since those people were beheaded, the prison in General Qi's army has been guarded by him, because very few prisoners interrogated by him can get out of the prison gate alive, and he himself has a square face and a big mouth, so the soldiers in the army gave him the nickname of the Sky Swallowing Beast.

In private, it is said that it is better to provoke the king of Hades than to swallow the sky.

This Heaven Devouring Beast Xie Chang'an caught a glimpse of General Qi coming in, and hurriedly held the paper in both hands and handed it over.

General Qi took the paper and glanced at it a few times.

From above, how did the father and daughter who sang enter the Guangyi Hou Mansion, how did the little Hou Ye get drunk and occupy the people's daughters, how did the woman disobey, and was strangled to death by the little Hou Ye, everything was written in great detail, as if I had seen it in person. On the second half of the paper, it is even more vivid how the little marquis bought the woman in red, killed Li Yanguan, who participated in his thirteen books in succession, on the street, and how he forced the old slave who persuaded him to surrender.

As soon as General Qi finished reading it, Xie Changan handed over the second piece of rice paper for the old man's confession, which wrote how the little marquis arranged for him to go to Yinjiagou to find the woman in red to report the news and intercept and kill Xiao guards. In the end, the little marquis was bloodthirsty, and he had to see the people who opposed him die, so he went out of the city and returned to the city later.

After reading this confession in one breath, the image of a bloodthirsty second ancestor really jumped on the page.

General Qi slapped the table and said three times in a row!

Xie Changan saw that his master was satisfied, and he also smiled.

Gradually, this laughter infected everyone in the room who held various torture instruments.

Only the old man who drove the car was curled up there, his eyes glazed over, and under the table, there was half a robe that was constantly dripping blood.