But...it's probably too much.
Before Ye Feng could get angry at his "unfortunate" fate, he already felt the malice surrounding him.
He raised his eyes and scanned his surroundings.
This dungeon has two long rows of cages, and each cage holds a varying number of prisoners. His room was a single room, given to him by a government servant brother whom the original owner had befriended. In other cages, including those next to each other and in the opposite row, as far as the eye can see, there are prisoners looking this way and looking at him.
Ye Feng moved hard to the center of the stone wall, avoiding the black claws that might grab him from the left and right sides.
He has realized what happens to law enforcers in prison.
He couldn't wait any longer for two days.
It's a sick cat falling into a mouse hole - a terrible start.
No, there's worse.
The honey badger bit his calf open and lay there "gurgling, gurgling" to suck blood.
Is this...a "traitor" appearing within himself first?
No, it's not.
As the honey badger's sucking movements accelerated, Ye Feng could clearly feel his body gradually relaxing.
Brother Pingtou, who is invulnerable to all poisons, is saving him.
What you are sucking is poison, not blood.
Ye Feng knew what was good and what was good, and kept his legs motionless.
At this time, the dungeon was extremely quiet.
The sunlight has left the small skylight, and there are only a few oil lamps in the cell emitting a dying light. The iron bars are staggered and distributed, drawing out darker and more gloomy shadows, reflected in the cold everywhere. There seemed to be no sound, not even the carrion beetles flying in the air were missing.
It's really quiet... It makes people feel even more depressed, and an indescribable sense of uneasiness arises from the bottom of my heart, as if time has stopped and is deeply mocking...
Ye Feng closed his eyes and then opened them again, then opened them again and closed them again.
Just now, when he inadvertently brought the unfamiliar consciousness in his mind to his eyes, what appeared in his field of vision was an enlarged, low-angle scene of the dungeon.
Every detail is visible, even the hairy whiskers on the claws of a small beetle in the crack of the wall at the end of the dungeon.
If he wanted to, I believe he could count the number of them.
The distance is... about 42 meters.
He closed his eyes and regained his consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, his vision returned to normal. Pulling it over and covering it again is another special situation. And such a low perspective...
Ye Feng reacted.
My golden finger has actually arrived.
That consciousness is the consciousness of the honey badger.
In other words: The relationship between him and this honey badger was like a cultivator carrying a spiritual pet.
Ye Feng wanted to see if he could give orders to Brother Pingtou.
Just when he thought this, he saw its long, blunt mouth leaving his legs and looking over.
Those round black eyes shone with a light that was unyielding but had to struggle.
Ye Feng bared his teeth and laughed at it. Say to it in your mind, "Thank you."
The light of struggle is visible to the naked eye, a little less.
It is indeed a communication of consciousness!
Ye Feng was so happy that he wanted to jump up.
With Goldfinger, there is hope for him to go out!
Taking a deep breath, my mind raced rapidly. Thinking of the greed and bribery of Quan Cai, and then looking at Brother Flathead, there is a solution!
"You dig a hole and get out and find all the materials. He loves money very much, so you spend all the money..."
Having said that, looking at the body of the small flat-head brother, Ye Feng hesitated and asked in the sea of consciousness: "Are you okay?"
The flat-headed brother tilted his head and eyes, and gave him a very contemptuous look. Then open your mouth and bar your teeth.
Ye Feng was shocked.
The flat-headed man's mouth can actually open as big as his own head, almost as long as his own body.
The most terrifying thing is the steel teeth.
Literally, those teeth are sparkling white and eerily sharp with extremely steel.
Ye Feng dared to bet with his 20 years of forensic medicine career in his previous life: This guy can definitely chew iron tools as snacks.
Patting his chest, he continued to order: "You quietly take the money and put it at the door of Ma's pawnshop. It's best to wake up all the materials before taking the money, so that he can chase you to Ma's pawnshop. But don't worry. Be careful not to let anyone discover you. Otherwise, I will become a living sign when I have you by my side."
After speaking in the sea of consciousness, he stared closely at Brother Flathead's reaction. He was afraid that Brother Flathead couldn't understand such a long sentence or such a complicated action. What should he do?
Brother Flathead gave him two big white eyes again, and then with four fingers like steel claws, he "cracked" and smashed the stone tiles on the ground with one claw. It feels like a certain Koizumi cutting tofu.
Ye Feng looked at it with novelty and surprise, claw after claw, claw after claw, and within a few claws, it dug a hole and disappeared.
No, it's not gone.
When Ye Feng covered his eyes with his consciousness, he could see the dark scene under the ground, as well as...the rapidly retreating stone walls on both sides.
Underground is also rock.
This golden finger is so awesome!
Ye Feng clenched his fists excitedly.
If Brother Pingtou can implement his plan well, then he can walk out of the dungeon openly and openly, redress Zhao Lin's injustice, and take the most solid step for his ideal!
For fear of an accident, he closely followed Brother Pingtou's five senses and six senses, and then guided Brother Pingtou in the direction based on the county government map in the original owner's memory.
Suddenly I felt like the world was spinning.
He fell headlong.
It took me a long time to calm down before I realized: my wages sometimes run out.
His current physical and mental condition is not enough to sustain him hanging his consciousness on Brother Pingtou for a long time.
If you force him to hang up, he will hang up.
Brother Flathead can do it too.
I can only lie down obediently and look forward to Brother Flathead's success.
…
On the other side, there is a bedroom in the main room in the backyard of the county government office.
Quan Cai was sitting cross-legged on the bed, counting a bunch of white silver and many gold, jewels and jade, his eyes shining with extreme greed.
These are all his, Ma Jingui gave them to him in boxes.
The matter involved the fate of Ma Feng, the most beloved son of the Ma family. As he counted the numbers, Quan Cai suddenly wondered: Can he ask for more?
For example...capture Ma Fengxian and keep him in jail for how many days? Fight with Ma Jingui again, haha? Then Ma Jingui will definitely send it again, right? Is it more than this box?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He turned over the quilt and piled all these treasures on the inside of the bed without counting.
He lay down, covered himself up, and next to the cold wealth that could bring him unlimited prospects, he closed his eyes and had a sweet dream.
The wind in September already has a chilly feel, causing countless yellow leaves to flutter and fall. On the horizon, a crescent moon quietly peeked out from the thick clouds, emitting a cold dark glow.
Quan Cai was sleeping soundly. In his dream, he was wearing the official robe of a first-class official, lying on a mountain of gold and silver, smiling from ear to ear.
Suddenly, his toes felt like they were pricked by countless needles. The pain made him roll over and fall under the bed.
He rubbed his head and sat up. Before he could look at the soles of his feet, he found that the bed was empty.
His treasures are gone!
Not caring about the injury on the sole of his foot, he jumped up on one leg and shouted to catch the thief.
For a time, the county government was in chaos.
