At night, the county magistrate was imprisoned.

The dampness and rottenness spread in the dark cell. The faint light of torches in the distance casts reflections through the railings. Next to the black thatch pile is a foul-smelling toilet bucket, and the bricks in the corners of the wall have become a paradise for lice cockroaches.

Seeing such a familiar scene, Xie Jinhuan felt like he was going home.

But before, he was standing outside the railing, but this time he was squatting inside.

"Two brothers, it's really a misunderstanding..."

"Shut up! I will kill you if you dare to move!"

Two prisoners who were facing a great enemy held up their qi crossbows and pointed them at the cell. After a long time, their arms were sore, but they still didn't dare to be careless.

Xie Jinhuan's hands were tied up on the back, and he was honestly facing the corner of the wall, watching the lice fight.

Although he could untie such constraints at will, he had already accidentally injured the official. If he resisted arrest and escaped from prison, he would become a bandit. He cooperated very well from beginning to end.

Although the coal balls were not tied up, they were well-behaved since childhood and were honestly respected on the other corner of the wall. They might have been hungry after a long time, so they would eat whatever they wanted to catch and eat when they opened their mouths.

"No eating!"

“Gu…”

"Don't speak!"

"good."

...

Not long after such a confrontation, there was finally movement outside the cell.

The two jailers looked at each other and saw that the Wei Shi Yang Dabiao walked over quickly, and felt relieved and put away the broken crossbow:

"Mr. Yang, this person has been saying that he knows you..."

"Hold it first!"

Yang Dabiao was shocked when he saw the scene in the alley at noon.

At this time, he still did not dare to be careless, so he asked the prison guard to continue to intimidate and came to the front to look carefully.

Xie Jinhuan was afraid that he would fly over with an arrow, so he said calmly:

"Brother Yang, it's me, Xie Jinhuan. The father was transferred to Nanjiang two years ago. He passed by Danyang. You sent him seven or eight miles away..."

Yang Dabiao used to work in the capital, but was under the command of Xie Wen, the commander of Wan'an County, and was very familiar with Xie Jinhuan.

Today I didn’t throw Xie Jinhuan directly into the dungeon. In fact, I just felt like the son of an old friend. I was just a man who changed eighteen times and the female Bodhisattva could not bear the consequences of being injured. I had no time to verify during the day.

"Turn your face and I'll take a look."

Xie Jinhuan turned his head and showed a harmless smile:

"I haven't seen each other for a few years. Brother Yang has become much stronger, and his chest muscles look domineering."

Yang Dabiao subconsciously raised his head and looked carefully, and confirmed that he was the son of an old friend. He was a little happy, but he was also confused:

"Jianghuan, where have you been in the past few years?"

Xie Jinhuan didn't know where he was going. He had inexplicably acquired martial arts and couldn't explain his resume. He was prone to misunderstandings, so he could only make up with a smile:

"I went to learn art. Three years ago, my father went to southern Xinjiang and met a hidden master halfway through. He said that I was talented and took me to the mountains to study kung fu. I only came back recently."

Yang Dabiao looked up and down through the railing, half-believing and half-doubting:

"On ordinary people can't teach your skills, what school will you learn from?"

Xie Jinhuan talked casually: "Brother Yang probably has never heard of Fengling Valley, a sect that is the Hidden Immortal lineage."

Yang Dabiao had never heard of it, but he didn't ask much, and instead said:

"It means, you don't know about your father?"

Xie Jinhuan came here to inquire about where his father was going. Seeing that Yang Dabiao looked wrong, his smile calmed down:

"What's wrong with my dad?"

Yang Dabiao was silent for a moment and sighed softly:

"Three years ago, Lord Xie rushed to southern Xinjiang and came to Weizhou and encountered monsters. More than 20 people accompanied him died in the line of duty. I thought you were also suffering, but fortunately I escaped a disaster."

Xie Jinhuan felt a sudden slap in his heart when he heard this.

But he remembered meeting monsters.

The specific situation at that time was that the team walked to Sanchagang, Weizhou. The accompanying officer shouted in panic, saying that there was a monster. He saw the black shadows wandering in the woods through the car window.

He noticed that something was wrong, and rode his horse and took his father to try to break through the siege, and the monster was chasing him from behind.

Then the experience is hard to remember.

According to his speculation, the guards at that time were indeed killed or injured, but he had already escaped, so his father could not have died in Sanchagang.

You should know that he was riding a horse and running away with his father who was over fifty years old.

He couldn't feel cumbersome halfway through, kicked his father off the horse and ran away alone, right?

He can admit that he is a leukographer, but he really can't do such things.

Xie Jinhuan turned around, ignored the prison guard's face and asked in front of the railing:

"Confirm? The corpse could be found at that time?"

Yang Dabiao sighed and said, "Mr. Xie has kindness to me. I asked the chief officer of the case at that time. I only found some corpses that were almost finished on the scene. It was difficult to identify the identity. The search was fruitless for nearly seven days before the case was closed by death."

"Who investigated this case at that time?"

"The one who was killed was an official appointed by the court. The case was personally rushing to Weizhou for investigation by Duan Gang, a Qianhu of Chilin Guard. There should be no doubts."

The Chilin Guard was the private guard of Emperor Daqian, and its structure was approximately equal to the Dongchang or Jinyi Guard. Duan Gang was a thousand households and had ten hundred households under his jurisdiction, commanding more than 1,100 soldiers. He was not a small person in the capital.

Such a person who takes action himself is indeed unlikely to leave a miss.

But Xie Jinhuan was with his father at the time, and now he is still alive. Chi Linwei has not found out. Isn’t this a suspicion?

This is too hasty to close the case...

Xie Jinhuan didn't think his father had died. He used both hands to force his ties and the ropes of binding suddenly broke:

"I have to go back to the capital and investigate this matter carefully."

The prison guard who had just put down his guard, was frightened to death when he saw this and quickly raised the qi-breaking crossbow.

Yang Dabiao was shocked and took a step back:

"Don't move! You can't leave yet!"

"Brother Yang, you still have to blame me if you recognize this? I'm really a misunderstanding today..."

Speaking of this, Xie Jinhuan was shocked and asked in a low voice:

"The big brother I accidentally injured will not be saved, right?! I rubbed it gently..."

I was so tired of being thrusting with my armor. Do you think that's gentle?!

Yang Dabiao really wants to complain, but now he is not the time to say this, he looks solemn:

"They are not seriously injured. If you can't leave, it has nothing to do with this."

Xie Jinhuan saw that it was not because of accidentally hurting the brothers of the government, so he couldn't help but wonder:

"Why is that?"

Yang Dabiao looked around and whispered:

"Recently, the Demon Kou of Danyang has been causing trouble and several murders have occurred. The yamen is pursuing it. As a result, a large number of medicinal materials, account books, and one of the murderers were found in Dongcangfang today. It can be confirmed that it was the man hired by the Demon Kou. Unfortunately, as soon as we arrived, we were all destroyed by you..."

"Hey hey?!"

Xie Jinhuan was stunned and raised his hand quickly:

"Brother Yang, I'm not killing people to silence you! I went to Dongcangfang to find you. I happened to meet a thief. They wanted to slay me, so I was in self-defense. Don't I leave you a living place? You haven't tried it?"

Yang Dabiao was busy saving Lord Linghu, so he was not interested in controlling the bandits. When he sent Linghu Qingmo to the clinic and ran back to rescue him, Chen Yuan probably had finished drinking Mengpo soup.

This matter is obviously a dereliction of duty, and Yang Dabiao is a little embarrassed:

"The situation was in chaos at that time and I couldn't save it. I must believe you, but the adults above..."

Xie Jinhuan was speechless and spread his hands out, saying, "This matter really has nothing to do with me. I just arrived at noon. The old shipmaster at the dock and the county magistrate's concierge can testify..."

Yang Dabiao raised his hand: "I have heard from the doorman that I know it has nothing to do with you. But last night, heavy rain suddenly fell deep in Zihui Mountain. Zihui Mountain, Danwang Pavilion, and seniors from Danyang Academy all noticed a bloody aura that soared into the sky..."

“…”

This matter is obviously related to Xie Jinhuan and is very important.

Xie Jinhuan even knew that this blood evil spirit came from the demon-suppressing tomb where he woke up. There might be a female monster in red running out inside!

Xie Jinhuan didn't know why he ran to Zihui Mountain, so he definitely didn't dare to tell the truth, and he was solemn:

"There is still this?"

"Um."
To be continued...