Chapter 001 Wedge - Prison, Prisoner, Father and Son (1)

In the dim house, there was no sun. There were several oil lamps hanging on both sides of the passage, flashing with faint light, and it was light and dark.

The whole space tastes extremely strange, it seems to have a bloody smell, which makes it disgusting to smell it. It is even dark and humid all year round, and it seems that even the air is turbid.

Not only does it smell of moisture and blood, but it also has a smell of death.

This is clearly a prison!

At this moment, footsteps sounded rapidly in the distance, and the wind was sucked. Two oil lamps on both sides suddenly disappeared. The already dim prison was almost pitch black at this time.

I could only hear shouts from the prison:

"I'm wronged! I'm wronged!"

"Let me out, let me out!"

"You turtle bastards, I'll go to your grandma, you won't die a good death!"

"Ouch, oh, it hurts! It hurts!"

...

For a moment, begging for mercy, scolding and moaning endlessly. The originally silent prison suddenly became noisy.

When the prisoner saw the jailer coming, he was angry and shouted and scolded him desperately.

Some people consciously accused of wrongdoing, begging hard, and fantasized that they could be released without guilt.

Some people know that the crime is serious and have a dead end, so they curse to exorcise their usual insults by prisoners.

Some of them had just suffered severe punishment and were in pain all over. They had no strength to shout for a while, and they whispered in pain in support of other inmates. As for whether he wanted to beg for mercy or curse the prisoner, others had no idea.

Two jailers walked side by side from outside, one old and one young.

The old jailer's hair was gray and obviously used to this scene. His face was as normal as he did, and he saw nothing unusual. He turned around and pointed at the extinguished oil lamp, signaled his companions to light the oil lamp again.

The young prisoner had not yet lost his childishness, and it seemed that he had just arrived at the prison. At this moment, he was so scared that his face was pale, huddled behind the old prisoner, trembling.

It was not until the pain in my butt and I was kicked, and then I recovered from my fear, walked towards the lamp stand, tremblingly lit the oil lamp.

The old prison guard pointed to the front with contempt and said, "Go and inspect for a week to see if there are any reports from the King of Hell."

Although he is not a prison chief, he is the oldest and has his own majesty when speaking.

The young jailer had just taken a kick, but his buttocks still hurt slightly. Although he was still afraid, he was unwilling to be hit hard again and walked timidly.

I heard the sound of shouting and scolding loudly. My arms were stretched out from time to time in the cell, trying hard to grab his body.

Although the prison aisle is very wide and the prisoner cannot touch himself, he is afraid after all, so he still dares not slacken. He speeds up and moves forward quickly, hoping to end this damn inspection as soon as possible.

Hey!

The young jailer stopped and stared at the last cell in a daze, as if he had forgotten his fear. He was worried that an accident would happen, so he ran out and shouted: "Master, Master!"

The old jailer panicked when he heard his apprentice's voice. He knew that something must have happened, so he hurried to pick him up. The two met in the middle of the prison aisle.

When the young prison guard saw the master coming, he did not dare to delay, so he turned back, pointed to the last cell, and said breathlessly: "Master, look at this man, is he dead?"

The old jailer looked at it in a slight light and saw a person standing straight in front of the prison fence.

He is about twenty-three or four years old, tall, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and expressionless on his face. He is so majestic when he stands there.

It was motionless, like a wooden sculpture, and it was really impossible to tell whether it was dead or alive.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from behind the man: "I am a commoner, and I am working in Nanyang, and I have a life of chaotic times, and I do not seek to be heard from the princes. The late emperor did not regard his ministers as being despicable, and he was in vain and betrayed himself. He visited his ministers three times in the thatched cottage..."

The jailer and the other men looked at the speakers. The sunlight shone down from the narrow crack in the window, and only a little bit was vaguely seen. He was a long-bearded old man, about fifty years old, and was in good spirits. He leaned against the wall and kept talking nonstop.

After listening for a while, the two looked at each other, not knowing what the other party said.

The young jailer whispered: "Master, is it the old guy behind who knows that the person in front is dead and is chanting sutras for him to save him?"

The old jailer shook his head and said, "They cannot die. The superiors have told them that they should not survive or die. Hehe, they have not tried our methods and they have not yet suffered the Great Exercise. How could they die like this?"

After pondering for a moment, he said, "If they die now and the boss blames us, we will not be able to take care of it! Open the prison door and go in and take a look. Even if they really want to die, they must not die while we are on duty."

The young jailer nodded quickly and reached out to touch the key behind his waist. Suddenly, he felt his hands being held. The old jailer said, "Don't hurry, hehe, look!"

While speaking, he stretched out his fingers to show the young jailer. He saw that the young man standing upright still held the fence, his arms were trembling slightly, and his legs were shaking constantly. He stood unsteadily, as if he was about to fall to the sky in an instant.

Obviously I was extremely scared!

Looking at the old man with his back against the wall, although he was still saying strange words, he seemed calm and calm, but his voice trembled. He paused after saying a few words, and he was not as smooth as before.

Obviously, I am already afraid!

The old jailer sneered: "Hehe, it turns out that they are pretending to be calm, but they are actually very scared. I just said, no one who comes to our Taiyuan County Prison is not afraid."

The young jailer felt deceived and was teased like this for no reason, and he was extremely angry.

Take out the cell key from the waist, open the prison door quickly, and swing your arm and gets angry. Suddenly, your eyes swayed, and the arm you swung was blocked. Then your butt hurts, and you obviously kicked it again. This kick even hit the original injury. The injured person was injured and almost exclaimed.

He knew who was kicking him, but he didn't dare to have an attack, so he had to grit his teeth and force himself to hold it back. The old jailer scolded: "You have eaten the courage of the bear heart and leopard. Do you know who they are?"

The young jailer stroked his buttocks with his left hand and scratched his head with his right hand, thinking to himself that I don’t care who they are, you say that someone above wants to kill them. Anyway, they are all people who are going to die. I will hit him a few times and exhale the anger in my heart. Why are you going to hit him tightly?

But he didn't dare to say it, and asked in a low voice: "Master, who are they? Why can't they even beat them?"

The old jailer glared at him and said coldly: "You are just a fool, how could I accept you as an apprentice?"

To be honest, it is not someone else sitting against the wall, but the magistrate of Jinyang County. The other two are his sons. Do you still dare to do it now?"

This time, the young jailer was unexpected, shook his head repeatedly, closed the prison door, and said, "I dare not, I dare not, it turns out that he is the county magistrate, I am indifferent to respect!"

He was so angry that he complained that the old prison guard was too late to remind him, which almost led to a big mistake. If he offended the county magistrate, he would really not be able to take it.

He has always been timid, and the old prison guard looked as if he was stern and scolded him severely. He was extremely scared and even forgot about his in prison.

If he was a little bolder and thought that this was Taiyuan County Prison, then even if the person in the prison was a county magistrate, he would have come in for crimes. What would he be afraid of? Anyone who was imprisoned in a prison would be difficult to go out alive, let alone regain his post.

The young jailer was in a state of mind and was not locked for a moment. After thinking for a while, he whispered to the old jailer: "Master, since he is the county magistrate, I was so offended just now. So should I kowtow and apologize to him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a strong wind coming from behind his butt. He had already been careful and hurriedly took a few steps back and avoided the sneak attack by the old prisoner.

I was secretly happy in my heart, but suddenly someone twisted my left ear and it was painful. I knew that the master saw that the kicking didn't work, so he decisively attacked me.

He did not dare to resist, but just hunched over and begged: "It hurts, it hurts! Master, be gentle!"

The old jailer strengthened his hands and said in regret: "You idiot, so what if he is the county magistrate? He is still a prisoner under the ranks. In this Taiyuan County Prison, we are the biggest!

Since the superior has made a special explanation, we cannot touch him easily, but we don’t have to bow down to him or flatter him.

Hehe, what I meant, they were committing... In short, they would definitely die. No matter how the Jade Emperor, the Buddhas in the West could not save them. Let's go around, we don't have to pay attention to those who are about to die."

The young jailer nodded repeatedly and kept saying, "What the master said is that we should do this kind of person and let them die by themselves."

The old jailer shouted, "No, your bones are itchy again, right? Did you understand what I said just now? You can't let them die or make them have a good life, do you understand?"

The young jailer kept saying yes, but he widened his eyes at the old jailer's back and stuck out his tongue. It was obviously difficult to understand. He thought it was really inexplicable to do so.

While shaking his head, he was about to lock it up. Suddenly his face changed drastically and he shouted at the old prison guard: "Master, don't leave first, just now... You said that there were three people in this prison, right?"

The voice was filled with fear.

The old jailer stopped and said impatiently: "Yes, what's wrong?" He subconsciously clenched his fists. If the young jailer were beside him, he would have fisted toward each other.

The young jailer's hands were trembling, and he could hardly hold the key to the cell and said hesitantly: "What if any of the three people die?"

The old jailer deliberately wanted to scare the silly disciple and said in a jealous way: "If even one of the three of them dies, hehe, whoever is on duty has not taken good care of him, at least he will have to be killed. Now he knows it's amazing, so, when you are a servant in the future, give me some cleverness and highlight your eyes..."

The young jailer suddenly turned black in front of him, leaned forward, his head hit the cell fence, woke up immediately, shouting, "Master, Master, the person inside... is dead!"

The old prisoner's shock was extraordinary. Although the intimidation just now was exaggerated, the superiors did issue strict orders. If any of the three people died, then their lives would be gone.
Chapter completed!