Chapter 293 I Caught You

Not far away, there was a hustle and bustle under the execution platform, which sounded a bit noisy from a distance. On the hillside, the carriage was parked aside, the horse pulling the carriage was eating grass, and the white tiger was sitting leaning against the carriage, taking a sip of wine from time to time, looking quite leisurely.

Under the tree next to them, Zhuque, Zhao Ju and Xuanwu stood side by side, staring intently at the people under the execution platform in the distance.

Zhao rubbed his somewhat stiff neck and asked dully, "Did you see anything?"

Suzaku, who was the first to speak, was as incoherent as ever, and said with a gloating smile: "The blood splattered quite high, even those in front were almost splattered all over!"

Xuanwu, on the other hand, thought for a long time before speaking in a deep voice: "Looking at there are so many suspicious people..."

"Oh? Tell me." Zhao said seriously.

He carefully took a few more glances, pointed at a few people at the back of the crowd, and said, "The one on the far left has been staring at the stage from beginning to end. He hasn't even beheaded yet, but he started to squeeze out. It doesn't look like he's here to watch the ceremony." of."

"Those in the middle were on the stage from the beginning to the end of the chapter. They were still staring at them even after the beheading was done. They seemed to be counting the heads."

"The ones on the right are a bit interesting. Their expressions haven't changed from beginning to end, and they haven't counted their heads. They are probably just martial artists watching for a big show."

"Those who stood on the edge of the crowd from the beginning to the end were in a hurry to leave before their heads fell to the ground. They obviously wanted to go back and report. I guess they are the barbarians who robbed the prison."

The analysis was so well-founded that even Zhao Jiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and couldn't help but sigh to himself: This fat man's thoughts are really delicate and thoughtful.

It's just a pity, yes, but not entirely right. The few people standing on the edge were most likely barbarians, but it was not them who robbed the prison, but Zhao Jiu who was questioning Xuanwu next to him.

"Heroes see the same thing. I also think those people are barbarians, but they shouldn't be the ones who robbed the prison..."

Xuanwu turned his head and glanced at Zhao Jiu, then asked: "Then who do you think is the person who robbed the prison?"

"On the stage!" Pointing to a man dressed as a scholar on the left side of the stage, Zhao smiled and said: "Have you ever seen a scholar who is calm and leisurely drinking tea with heads rolling in front of him and blood splattering on him?"

Following the direction of Zhao Ju's finger, Xuanwu squinted and looked over curiously.

Sure enough, as Zhao said, the blood was almost flowing to his feet, and the scholar still had the thought of holding a cup of matcha foam. The few literati next to him had already taken a few steps back for fear of getting a little scarlet.

Even those who were polite and couldn't walk away leaned back and covered their noses. He was fine, just raising his feet.

Among all the busy people, he stood out from the crowd.

He seemed to have noticed the eyes of the three people looking at him. He paused in his movements, raised his head slightly, and looked towards the hillside with a murderous look.

"That kid found us." Xuanwu is a junior master after all, and Wugan is not comparable to Zhao. The moment the scholar showed his murderous intent, he noticed it.

The corners of his mouth turned up and he asked, "Do you want me to go down and arrest people now?"

"No!" Zhao waved his hand to refuse, looked directly at the scholar's probing eyes with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "We have no evidence, so we can't play fair. Besides, it's not like he can't run."

"Keep an eye on the prison, I believe he will definitely come."

After saying "Let's go", Zhao turned around and walked towards the carriage with his hands behind his back. He glanced back and glanced into the distance, his mind slightly moved.

Got you!

…

I don’t know how long the commotion lasted. When the people at the execution place were astigmatized, the sun had already set in the west. The setting sun was gorgeous, but it was a pity that the sky turned dark.

The scholar leisurely waved his sleeves and stepped onto a carriage under the tree. There was an old woman sitting in the carriage early, it was Wu Sheng's mother. When she saw the scholar opened the curtain, she shook her head and said with a smile: "Scholar, how many times have I failed the exam, and you still like to pretend to be a scholar when you come out?"

"Oh, mother, you can't say that!" The scholar waved his hands in retort. His face was full of seriousness, and he clasped his fingers to correct it.

"I just can't pass the examination, but I am the first among the children's students! I also won the first place in the provincial examination! I am not pretending to be a scholar, I am a scholar, a scholar and a scholar!"

Mentioning these glorious experiences, the scholar's face was full of pride, as if bits and pieces of yesterday were flashing before his eyes.

But Wu Sheng's mother just smiled and waited until he finished speaking before saying kindly: "Okay, okay, scholar, let's get down to business first. You can tell my mother about your feats in the imperial examination on the way!"

The scholar scratched his head and waved his hands to relieve the embarrassment. He lowered his voice and said seriously: "Mom, I counted, there are only forty-seven beheaded barbarians, the number is wrong!"

"You mean?"

"Yes!" The scholar lit the carriage, and then explained: "I suspect that one escaped on the road or in Bianzhou Prison!"

Wusheng Old Mother's gray eyebrows gradually unfurled, a flash of light flashed through her cloudy eyes, her withered hands reached out from her sleeves, and she ordered the coachman: "Let's not leave yet, let's enter Bianzhou City!"

"drive!"

The carriage turned around, and the sound of horse hooves was heard. The direction was Bianzhou City.

It was a gloomy night, and in a restaurant some distance away from the prison, Wu Sheng's mother was sitting by the window with her hands clasped in her hands, her eyes fixed on the direction of the prison. She had maintained this posture for several hours.

"The south of the Yangtze River is good, the snow is endless outside the Great Wall, and the spring in Qinhuai is pleasant!" The scholar, smelling of powder all over his body, walked into the room with emotion.

Sweeping the tip of her nose to drive away the smell, Wu Sheng's old mother frowned and said dissatisfied: "I'm not telling you, you have to change your perverted and hungry temperament, otherwise you will suffer a big loss sooner or later!"

"Don't worry, mother. I'm not serious." The scholar nodded perfunctorily and found a chair to sit down. He picked up the cold tea on the table and took a few gulps to sober up.

He stood up and walked to the window, wiping his mouth and asked, "Did mother see any clues?"

"No, you look too."

"Okay."

The scholar rubbed his eyes and squinted at the entrance of the prison in the moonlight. His eyes moved, scanning every corner of the entrance of the prison, even the lanterns hanging under the eaves.

After concentrating on it for about a quarter of an hour, he closed his eyes and shook his head, "I can't see anything, it's no different from the past!"

"Catch a jailer and ask!" Wusheng's mother stretched out her hands and said impatiently.

Before the scholar could reply, Wusheng's mother had disappeared.

At the entrance of the prison, two jailers were leaning against the door in a daze. A gust of wind blew, and the two suddenly appeared in an unfamiliar room.

The two were about to shout, but they heard an old voice behind them, "I'll ask you two a few questions. If you dare to shout, I'll kill you both immediately."

"Ask, ask! If you ask, we will tell you everything we know!"

"Did a prisoner escape from prison a few days ago?"

"Yes, there was! But he was caught and killed before he ran out of the city!"

"Are you sure it's the same person? Have you seen the body?"

"We are just jailers. How can we see the body? How can we know if it's the same person? The superiors said so, so we listen to it!"

The old mother of Wusheng was overjoyed, put her hands on the back of the two people's necks, and disappeared in the room. As soon as the two jailers stood firm, they couldn't help but glance around, and only looked at each other after confirming that there was nothing.

"Have we been standing here all the time?"

The other jailer swallowed his saliva, suppressed the fear in his heart, and said tremblingly: "Damn it, I also have a feeling of flying into the air."

"It should be, we are both sleepy and confused..."

"Yes, it's not a fierce ghost demanding life!"