The moon was dark and the wind was high, and there were many strange trees. The mist on the mountainside spread from the cracks in the rocks, obscuring the vision. Only a few guards were walking on a small road carrying heavy objects.

In the hazy night, a few people sometimes saw the damaged tile eaves, sometimes thought of the wind and rain, and sometimes looked at how these dilapidated buildings were supported by the beautiful government buildings with difficulty.

The night shadows were surging, and a few people turned deep into the flower hall on the west side of the Fuzhou government office. A winding path suddenly extended, leading to several ancient courtyards hidden in the shades of trees. The sculptures on the copper shop fronts were already in the style of the pre-Song Dynasty.

, nature has long been rusty.

Walking from this road, several people passed by the Dharma Examination Hall with pointed roofs at the four corners and the interrogation room. The gloomy wind seemed to be carrying a lingering atmosphere of resentment and death, which made the old police officer feel

My bones feel cold and my steps become heavy.

For thousands of years, some people may have been able to achieve their goals here, but no one has been able to seek justice.

"Damn, hurry up, you'll be unlucky every time you come to this damn place..."

The old escort in front almost slipped and hurriedly urged, "Rongcheng is in troubled times. If the prefect hadn't suddenly ordered the book, I wouldn't have done this damn job today."

Seeing someone breaking their inhibitions, several people let out a sigh of relief, and another escort hurriedly spoke, fearing that the damn silence would surround them again.

"Grandma, how come I vaguely heard that it was General Bai of Prince Geng's Mansion who entrusted the person to find the magistrate?"

The other two guards also cursed in their mouths. It is said that this method can strengthen the three yang fires in the body and avoid being entangled by the dirty things that wander around the detention center at night.

"Weird things are also normal, aren't they all done by humans?"

The young guard said unconvinced, "Just like the strange thing about the three mountains and two towers, I heard that it was caused by the Geng family digging at the bottom of the black and white twin towers late at night."

"Nonsense. People in the city also said that anyone who accidentally walked in and saw it was beheaded on the spot. Who lived to tell the story? I'm even more curious. Why did these things have to be sent to this damn place?"

"You still have to ask, it must be for the prisoner who was imprisoned a few days ago. What is the crime? Murder?"

"Don't ask! If Prince Geng's palace is so domineering, then why does the imperial envoy need a reason to arrest people?"

An old guard immediately yelled and cursed. He knew very well that the more he knew, the faster he would die, so he tried to persuade the stupid young man to shut up.

The gloomy brick and stone building in the northwest corner, even if it is surrounded by bamboo fences, covered with vines, and covered with thousands of bamboo poles outside the courtyard, can't stop the stench.

The only new escort covered his nose to resist the stench. He did not expect that the Fuzhou government office, which looked magnificent on the outside, would be such a dirty and messy place.

"You haven't seen how powerful that imperial envoy is. He has ransacked more than 20 houses in the past few days. Who dares to say no when arresting people and confiscating their homes? I think he is the evil star who came to earth and was born to break down and destroy families!"

The new police officer recalled the fierce appearance of Monk Yankong and the domineering way he led the people to drive out the prefect's subordinates that night. No one dared to look up at the scene.

But after all, he was young and energetic, and he still refused to apologize.

"No matter how great the imperial envoy's kung fu is, he's just like us with one head and two arms. I don't think it's anything special..."

Several old escorts sneered.

"Then tell me, is the original young prince of Prince Geng's Mansion very powerful? It is said that he met the imperial envoy once and was frightened into madness when he returned. He is now locked up in the manor."

The voices gradually subsided, and through the open mullioned window near the front eaves of the gable, one could faintly see four escorts working together, nervously carrying large boxes of food, food and clothing as they walked deeper.

"It scares people to death. There are rumors that this monk and the imperial envoy likes to eat human livers raw. Is it true?"

"It's not impossible. You see, on the first day he went to Rongcheng, he dared to stuff prisoners into the hellish place of the hostage. His behavior was exactly the same as that of Magistrate Ling. He is not a magnanimous person at first glance..."

When he accidentally mentioned the former prefect, several old guards became quiet.

The road became increasingly difficult to walk, and the four of them could only walk in a row connected from front to back, gradually approaching a building on the mountain that could not be illuminated by the moonlight.

The outer wall is covered with moss and green radish, and the broken door is dark and open, which is the source of all the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

The new police officer was young and energetic, and he always felt that these old gangsters were scaring him all the way, so he said unconvincingly: "Then what's so big about this holding station? Why are you so scared?"

"Don't talk nonsense when you go inside. Put the person in the room and leave!"

The old guards all stopped and told the new guards, "There was a former prefect of Fuzhou, Mr. Ling, who was ruthless and good at inflicting unjust sentences. During those years, he and his master made this place a hell on earth."

"Kind and weak people cannot survive three days inside, so the survivors in the hostage are all strong thieves, and only a few treacherous and evil people can survive to this day. Don't mess with them!"

"What crime did they commit? How could they be so cruel?"

The new guard asked bravely, wondering if there was a big robber leader who had been committing crimes for many years imprisoned inside?

"I don't know, and no one knows."

In times of chaos, the world is turned upside down, and several people openly admit the fact that as police officers, they are afraid of imprisoning people.

Another old police officer next to him added, "The previous prefect died more than ten years ago on the day Emperor Longwu of the former Ming Dynasty fled. All the subordinate officials also fled, so that all the cases were scattered and burned. What evil did these prisoners do?

Don’t know anything.”

The new guard racked his brains and couldn't figure out the reason. In the end, he could only ask vaguely: "Even if the charges are gone, why don't these prisoners in the hostage center be released or run away?"

As soon as these words came out, the voices in the dark alley fell silent. The old escort walking at the end of the team was silent for a long time and finally said.

"Release? This matter is an unjust case, and release does not mean killing or killing. The successive prefects were afraid of being caught in the capital investigation plan and being reported as being incompetent in making decisions, so they ordered the Yamen to deliver three meals a day.

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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! An old guard said in a strange tone, "With our heavy punishment, we can temporarily stabilize this gang of thugs. What's more important is that until now, no one has told them

It has been more than ten years since the Ming Dynasty died..."

A single gasp sounded in the darkness.

"These are all immoral things..."

Several old people simply stopped at the door to talk and warned him quickly, "Don't talk nonsense when you go in. No one can bear the responsibility for trouble..."

An old escort seemed to think about it for a long time, and finally whispered: "The new prisoner is not a good person. I heard that the imperial envoy forced Mr. Zhao to enter and wanted to copy the case files, but he walked to the door.

I escaped because I saw ghost missions patrolling and people chanting prophecies. They were all weird and bizarre things..."

"Oh, tell me?"

Several people asked questions one after another.

The old escort repeatedly confirmed that there was no one around, and then said softly: "I don't remember, it's better to finish the errand and leave! There are too many lunatics in the city recently, and two people appeared in the Yizhuang in the west of the city a few days ago.

Woolen cloth."

"I know this! There were two people who broke into the corpse of the deceased Yizhuang guest and slashed with swords. They looked like crazy people. It is said that when they were caught, their mouths were full of rotten flesh from the corpse..."

"Tsk, tsk, it's really scary!"

But just as a few of them were muttering at the door and not daring to go in, a zigzag and jingling sound was suddenly heard in the eerie waiting room.

As they turned around stiffly, what was enough to scare them away was that the night fog was filled with shadows on both sides of the path.

Two blurry figures moved like puppets, holding swords in their hands, or law enforcement weapons, or ringing bells, making a tinkling sound. There seemed to be a few shadows kneeling in mourning, crying, and I felt a shiver all over my body...

The fishy wind and strange mist came towards them, and several guards fell to the ground with their souls scattered. They felt that the evil guards had surrounded them, and streams of black blood flowed from the seven orifices of the two people in front and behind them.

But at this moment, another gloomy wind rushed in, and along with the twists and turns in the hall, it seemed that many people were chanting inexplicable verses in unison.

The syllables and rhythms of the sobs coming from the hostage center penetrated into their ears one after another, mixed with the sound of countless torture instruments, prison pillars, and iron chains, the screams and strange laughter of the victims in the darkness, gnashing their teeth, and almost...

The expression on the officer's face became more and more distorted, until he could no longer hide the fear surging in his pupils.

"Suddenly, a madman sharpens his knife at night..."

"The emperor's star flutters and glows high..."

"From now on, things will change forever..."

"Why bother killing someone with such hard work...

Jiang Wen was shouting ghostly in the holding cell, scaring the people outside the door to death.

He heard a clang of heavy objects falling to the ground outside, and a strong wind came and went suddenly. He went out to take a look in a half-hearted manner, and found that it was not the master sent by Monk Yankong, but two guards who were not dead and a few who were scared to death.

Incontinent Escort.

"I don't know if this is a misrescue or an accidental injury."

He took the things away carelessly, looked at the mark of Fuwei Escort Agency on the box, and nodded slightly.

This was his fourth night in the prison. Everything went well. The people here were friendly and the environment was quiet. However, the sanitary conditions were not very good, so he specially found a room with no traces of dirt or blood and kept it as clean as possible.

It's a clean cell.

"Two inmates, my brother brought good things today. We are destined to meet each other. You can take the food and clothing you want."

Jiang Wen waved his hand and said to the two men with disheveled hair and unshaven beards in the cell, not caring that he couldn't even see their faces clearly.

It was a coincidence that after Jiang Wen came in, he felt like a hell on earth. The few remaining prisoners inside were all fierce and terrifying in appearance. They grinded their teeth and sucked blood every day. They were all kept alone in small cages and could not walk, sit or lie outside of them.

, so that everything is dirty.

Only in the deepest cell, there lived only two silent prisoners. They tried their best to clean themselves and the cell was neat and tidy, and they were not robbed or bullied by others.

The reason is also obvious. Although the cell is clean, only the wooden window pillars are stained with blood that has darkened over time, making people shudder.

Jiang Wen always had a big heart, so he opened the prison and locked it in. After saying hello to the two inexplicable inmates, he found a place as his own territory.

Upon hearing Jiang Wen's greeting, the tall inmate, whose temples were already graying prematurely, came over alone, dragging his heavy handcuffs and shackles.

The thick iron chain around his neck was so heavy that he could not stand upright. The handcuffs and shackles that were tightly tied to his limbs were also embedded in his skin. They became discolored and soreed due to long-term congestion, and completely grew together with his skin.

It may not be able to be separated even when the key is opened.

The man took a set of clean clothes with difficulty and tried every means to put them on himself, forcing a smile on his extremely pale face.

"Thank you."
To be continued...