The retrial in prison proceeded extremely slowly. Every few days, someone can be released, and everyone in the prison must congratulate and say a few words that they should not forget. There was also a sigh and a sigh to sit back in prison, and others could only pat him on the shoulder and comfort him.

After nearly two months of continuous trials, the other cells were full of chat, and everyone was discussing how to best touch the heart of the judge. How to scold the abolished emperor Zhu Yunwen, how to confess that he was wronged, and how to be grateful to the new emperor. Even the most reckless man who is not able to read and ink has to memorize a few sentences of "the faint king has no way, and the traitor takes power".

And Fang Zhongjin's cell is always surprisingly quiet. Scarqiang's body had already been carried out, and Yu Bo had already woken up, and he had no energy, and he didn't ask where Scarqiang went.

Stone is unusually silent, often looking at the urinal can send a whole day of stupe. There was no more hippie look on his face, and he seemed to have grown five years old overnight. Fang Zhongjin no longer cared about the dead demon in his heart, and he had only one thing on his mind: to retry it as soon as possible, to answer well, and to go out! He had already seen this human Shura field, and he would never want to stay any longer. Now there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in front of us, if you can't grasp it, I don't know how long you will be locked up.

He pondered his confession in his heart and deduced it carefully until there were no loopholes. and designed when to cry bitterly and when to be indignant. Recite and practice silently in your heart every day, and you must make yourself believe that you are Chen Afu.

A few days later, Shi Yi was earlier proposed for a retrial. It was after noon that he returned to his cell. There was finally joy in his eyes, and he said in the first sentence: "A few masters are really wise." As soon as they saw me, they laughed and said that at my age, how could I be a smuggler, or a mastermind? The original officials either received money or were blind. ”

Then he said to Fang Zhongjin: "Brother Tie, they also asked me about Scar, I only said that he was hungry and hit his head against the wall, and he hit himself to death, don't forget." After speaking, he smiled again, "I thought it would be locked up for more than ten years, but I didn't expect it to be released so soon." After completing the formalities in a few days, I will be able to go back. I don't know how to be majestic in the gang by then, haha. Brother Tie, you must come to me after you come out, and we will eat and drink spicy food together!"

Fang Zhongjin agreed with a smile, and a servant came to interrogate him. Because there were other prisoners in the hall on trial, he sat in the back room and waited. A few officials next to him sat and chatted, most of them were not the original batch. At this time, a big man walked into the back cover, and several officials smiled when they saw it: "Brother Wu, you are back, we have been busy and vomiting blood during this time." ”

The man surnamed Wu poured himself a glass of water and scolded with a smile: "Am I enjoying happiness?" I'm a lot more tired than you boys. After taking a sip of water, he said, "This man has killed too much, and the executioner's knife has been curled up I don't know how many." Which of us who borrowed to bury people was not tired and broken? I was really afraid that if we accidentally planted ourselves in the pit, we would be buried. ”

A servant said: "Fang Xiaoru, that old man is really hard-mouthed. What edict the emperor wants him to write, he doesn't want to write it. He also said, 'What if I punish the ten tribes?' This will hurt his family all over the house, and it will also affect us who are on errands. ”

The other said: "Since ancient times, the opera has sung about the Zhu Nine Clans, who has ever heard of the Zhu Ten Clans? The emperor is also clever, and says, 'Then I will punish you Ten Clans!' Fang Xiaoru's protégés, former officials, friends and neighbors are all counted as a clan, and all those who have a little bit of edge are killed. The number of living people walking on the streets of the capital is less than 20%. ”

At this time, the next prisoner was summoned in the hall, and the two officials stopped gossiping and got up to take Fang Zhongjin into custody. They were stunned at the same time. The prisoner in front of him was nothing abnormal just now, but after such a moment, he suddenly looked like a living dead who had lost his soul. His eyes were hollow, his ears were not hearing, and he was allowed to move forward in a daze with his arms on his back.

The judge in the hall watched the officials drag a man who looked like a broken straw man to the bottom of the hall. The man knew neither to cry out for injustice nor to bow down, but he was pressed to the ground by the servants and kowtowed. He looked through the case file and said, "You are Yan, the scout sent by the emperor to Beijing? That's impossible, the emperor has never sent any scouts, I know this." Tell me, what's your name, who's who, and why are you being locked up here?"

When he saw that the man's eyes were glazed and he didn't say a word, he thought he was a fool, and he didn't plan to try him again. Just as he was about to announce the next one to come in, he raised his eyes and saw that the man's eyes suddenly became clearer, and the dark color became resolute, as if he had changed someone.

I saw that the man in the hall sat up straight, and said word by word: "The villain is Chen Afu from Ruifu Lane in Dongcheng, mixed with iron blocks." At the beginning of the year, I drank with my brother and missed the ....... ”