Chapter 63: Chaos in the Jianghu

Lu Wenyu and Zhao Jiu stopped in front of a stone door. Before calling the door, the stone door had already opened, and a middle-aged man in green official uniform was waiting behind the door.

After taking Lu Wenyu's official hat, a small flag behind him stepped forward to take Zhao Jiu's official hat. The two of them took the hot cotton towels handed by their subordinates, sat on the Taishi chair, and wiped their hands leisurely.

"Muzhi, this is Yu Jielin, the governor of the town." Lu Wenyu drank tea and introduced to everyone, "Zhao Muzhi, my nephew, Jielin, you can't let me be unjust in front of your sister-in-law."

Zhao took the lead to stand up and salute, and bowed his hands to the thousands of standing households. Everyone returned the gift one after another, looking friendly and harmonious. Even Lu Wenyu couldn't help but nod as he watched.

After everyone had complimented and teased him, Lu Wenyu put down his tea cup and said, "You all go on errands. I will lead Mu Zhi around the prison."

As everyone left in response, Zhao turned into a follower again and followed Lu Wenyu towards the cell. The two walked through a short passage, and Lu Wenyu stopped in front of the stone door. Several small flags inside confirmed the identities of Lu Wenyu and Zhao, and then they worked together to open the thick stone door and lead the two in.

After passing the stone gate, you can see the separated cells one after another. Lu Wenyu was walking in front and talking.

"Zhao prison is divided into four prisons: heaven, earth, xuanhuang prison. The yellow characters are not in Jinyiwei, but in the capital's Tianlao. The first floor above ground is the Xuanzi prison. Most of the prisoners are dignitaries and relatives of the emperor. You have to be careful here, because many officials even They have been imprisoned in prison without conviction. It is not known whether they will live or die, so they can be punished, but they must be careful not to torture them to death. "

"It's best to just shut it up and ignore it. When the time comes, we won't be blamed for life or death. You have to be careful. This general can be whipped a few times. If you are a civil servant, be careful that someone pokes you in the spine with a pen."

Although Lu Wenyu said it lightly, Zhao Jue still carefully wrote it down. After all, it was about whether he could live comfortably, so it was better to be careful and meticulous.

There are not many Xuanzi prisons, only about thirty on the left and right. But yes, if there are too many, there won’t be that many people in custody. Walking through Xuanzi Prison, the next few rooms are all torture chambers. After walking through the torture room, there is another stone door, but this time there is no small flag to open the door. The machine is installed and the door opens naturally.

Behind the door was a downward passage. The two of them went all the way down and reached the bend in a few steps.

Lu Wenyu walked in front and kept saying, "This is the hell. It is for those Jianghu people who use force to break the law. Here you can let go. These people who practice martial arts are rough-skinned and thick-bodied, so it is not easy." Die. After a severe punishment, he will be locked up without telling you whether he is alive or dead. If he is dead, drag the body out and bury it. "

"But remember, these people's ferocious nature is hard to change. Even though their big holes are sealed, they won't hurt you even if they bite you. So, don't believe it when these people pretend to be pitiful and go out to kill people, set fires, and rape women. Don't you see them slipping up?" A tear."

Zhao followed behind and listened quietly. It had nothing to do with him whether these people were dead or alive. Of course he wouldn't listen to their nonsense. Wouldn't it be nice to sleep, drink tea and listen to music? There is a need to listen to the stories they make up.

At a glance, some prisoners in the Underworld Prison were as skinny as firewood, and their linen prison uniforms were so empty that they were leaking from the air. He has a sallow face and thin muscles, sunken eye sockets, and a half-human, half-ghost look that tells you he is hungry at a glance. Some prisoners not only had red faces, but even their prison uniforms were made of cotton. There is a world of difference between one prison and another.

There is no sunlight on the ground all year round, and the rotten smell and cold atmosphere make Zhao feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, I just walked around and didn't stay long.

As I continued walking down the passage, I didn't expect that there was a second floor. After a few steps, there was an iron door. Two Xiaoqi were sitting on stools smoking cigarettes. Lu Wenyu waved them to open the door and walked in with Zhao.

The conditions in the cells on the second floor were even worse. The cells were short, only big enough for one person to stand up, and a taller person would have to touch his head. There was no bed, and there was a shallow layer of straw on the floor. There were not many people in the cell, only a dozen or so, all of them fully shackled, and some even wore shackles.

"This is Tianzi Prison. It contains rebels who have committed serious crimes of treason and enemy spies. These people are already dead here, they just haven't vomited. The prisoners on the two underground floors are the most important. Seriously, we must not let them get out of Zhao Prison alive, otherwise, it will be a big crime!”

Lu Wenyu explained to Zhao in due course that the two of them didn't even go in. They just stood by the iron gate and looked at it for a few times before asking several Xiaoqi on duty to close the iron gate.

Going all the way back to the yard, Lu Wenyu briefly explained the function of the attic: office and observation. Nothing surprising.

After all the work, it was already dark, so Lu Wenyu led Zhao to the small room on the left. Sure enough, the kitchen room. Zaotou's surname was Li, and he was lame, so he got the nickname "Laoguai". At this time, he was busy with several apprentices. When he saw two people coming in, he quickly served food and invited everyone to eat. Needless to say, it tastes good.

After Zhao had eaten and drank enough, he returned to the courtyard in Qianggen Alley. It was almost midnight, but fortunately Gong Lianyou resisted hunger.

In the hall of Xijian Villa in Qizhou, there is a corpse covered with white cloth.

Lin Yicheng, the boss of the Lin family, stood beside the corpse with his arms folded, his eyebrows lowered and his expression sinister.

"My son! My son!"

The housekeeper helped Lin Yuanjing, the owner of Xijian Villa, into the hall. Earlier, I heard that my youngest son was dead, and I was already extremely sad. Now I saw the body covered with white cloth, and I became even more emotional, crying sadly.

Lin Yuanjing was nearly fifty years old when he got Lin Yining. He loved her so much that he was afraid of dropping her. Now that a living son was gone, only a cold corpse was left. How could Lin Yuanjing hold back his tears?

He lifted the white cloth with tears in his eyes and saw the knife wounds on Lin Yining's body and the missing head. He was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood, "My son, my son."

Lin Yicheng hurried forward and supported his old father with the housekeeper. Lin Yuanjing had blood on the corner of his mouth, stared at Lin Yicheng with red eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Who? Who killed Yining? Have you found out?"

"Dad, it's not clear yet. A living person was killed at the scene, and even the prostitute was killed."

"Did Yining die in vain?" Lin Yuanjing looked crazy and roared with gritted teeth.

Lin Yicheng supported his old father, hesitantly and didn't dare to speak, for fear of saying the wrong thing and angering his father.

Lin Yuanjing broke away from the two, leaned over and hugged the remains of his youngest son, grief-stricken. After crying for a long time, he raised his head and said viciously, "Go and investigate, and kill whoever you find! Yining died in Mount Tai, so start the investigation from Mount Tai. If anyone dares to kill my son, I will kill his whole family!"

The murderous aura in his eyes seemed real, and the two dared not to step forward. Lin Yicheng bowed and said yes, then turned around and went out to give orders.

The only people left in the hall were Lin Yuanjing, who was crying while holding his son's body, and the housekeeper who was comforting him.