In the prison, Wen Rong was huddled in the corner, shivering. On his body were the scars left by various torture instruments.
Since the last time Hai Rui publicly heard the case, Wen Rong has been unable to get rid of the crime of murdering someone in the street! The Wen family seemed to have given up on their youngest son and stopped managing the warden and the guards responsible for guarding him.
At this moment, this group of jailers who had been extremely respectful before immediately showed their fangs and used various means to torture Wen Rong. They gained satisfaction by trampling on people with higher status than themselves.
Fortunately, Wen Rong had only a few days to live, so the prison arranged a separate cell for him.
In a daze, Wen Rong seemed to have returned to the Wen family. He was sitting in his seat, enjoying the table full of delicacies. The room smelled very good, with a light fragrance.
"Father, mother, I realized my mistake, and I want to go home!" Wen Rong said these words in a daze.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Rong woke up suddenly and found that he was still lying on the prison bed! Because this room has not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, the straw under the bed has long been moldy, and the quilt on the bed has been used by countless people, and has become dirty and black, emitting a disgusting stench.
"Ahhh!" Wen Rong couldn't accept what he saw in front of him. Instead, he held his head and howled in pain, hoping to vent his inner fear.
"Damn it, I really thought I was still the young master of the Wen family!"
Upon seeing this, the jailer in the next cell opened the door of the cell where Wen Rong was being held, then grabbed Wen Rong's hair and slammed him against the wall.
"If you disturb me in my sleep, I'll kill you! Damn it!" The jailer scolded and banged Wen Rong's head against the wall. After a while, Wen Rong's cheeks were covered with blood.
When the jailer saw this, he stopped, and then kicked Wen Rong hard again, knocking Wen Rong down on the bed!
Then he cursed and said: "Give me a good sleep, uncle, otherwise, I won't be able to spare you!"
After the jailer finished speaking, he spat on the ground, turned around, left the cell, and locked it again.
After experiencing such a severe beating, Wen Rong did not dare to make any move. He just curled up on the bed, and the blood that had flowed from his head blurred his vision.
But at this moment, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and the slightest movement would cause excruciating pain.
Wen Rong didn't know how long such days would last. Gradually, a feeling of sleepiness came over him, and Wen Rong fell asleep.
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I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a sharp pain hit me, waking Wen Rong from his sleep.
When he forcefully opened his eyes, he saw that the prison uniform on his body was already soaked through, and the wounds all over his body began to hurt.
"Hey, how does the salt water taste?" The person who came was the jailer who was responsible for guarding him before.
After Wen Rong heard the voice of the visitor clearly, his body subconsciously shrank back.
"You...what do you want to do?" Then Wen Rong mustered up the courage and said these words intermittently.
"Don't be nervous, your father has already paid a large sum of money to the government! You will be able to get out of here soon."
After the jailer finished speaking, he looked at the young master of the Wen family with a very playful look.
"Really...really, you didn't lie to me?" Hearing what the jailer said, Wen Rong's eyes rekindled the flame of hope.
"It's true, all you need to do is press a fingerprint!" After the jailer finished speaking, he took out the ink pad he had prepared and the paper recording Wen Rong's crimes.
"Press it quickly. If you press it, you can get out of here." Seeing Wen Rong's delay in pressing his fingerprints, the jailer couldn't help but urge.
Just when Wen Rong wanted to see the writing on it clearly, he was impatiently interrupted by the jailer. Then he saw the jailer pick up Wen Rong's right index finger, dip it in some ink pad, and press it hard on the paper.
Only then did Wen Rong see the handwriting clearly, and saw in the crime column: "Killing people on the street, assisting families in selling private salt, bribing officials, killing competitors, falsifying accounts, deliberately underpaying salt taxes..." "
"You lied to me!"
Only then did Wen Rong react. After roaring, he mobilized all his strength and threw himself at the jailer, trying to take back the piece of paper with the crime written on it.
Wen Rong knew very well that every crime listed above could cause the entire Wen family to be ruined! At this time, he wanted to do his best to save the fate of his family.
The jailer put the paper away and then kicked Wen Rong away. Unexpectedly, Wen Rong did not give in and quickly raised his body and rushed towards the jailer.
"Give it to me!" Wen Rong came to the jailer and restrained him tightly, not letting him leave.
Seeing that he couldn't break free, for the safety of the piece of paper in his arms, the jailer could only shout loudly: "Brothers, come quickly and get this lunatic away!"
Soon, the guards from other cells rushed to the cell, and with the combined efforts of everyone, Wen Rong was controlled.
After the jailer broke free from the restraints, he touched the piece of paper in his arms and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was not damaged.
"Hit me, beat me to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless fists fell like raindrops.
Seeing that Wen Rong had been beaten to the point of dying, everyone immediately stopped in order to avoid killing anyone.
"The young master of the Wen family was fine the past few days, why did he suddenly go crazy today?"
"I don't know either, maybe I'm scared."
"Thank you for what happened today, brothers. I have something to do later and I'll treat you to a drink some other time!"
"No problem. Then call a few girls and let's have a good time together."
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And soon, this piece of paper recording the charges against the Wen family appeared on Zheng Michang's desk.
Zheng Michang spread it out on the desk. After seeing Wen Rong's handprints on it, he chuckled and said, "Huh, these guys are really good at getting things done. They got it so quickly!"
"Wen family, let me see how you escape this time?"
After Zheng Michang finished speaking, he stood up and poured himself a cup of tea. Then he put the piece of paper away and looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking.
"Go, call the inspector over to me, and tell him that I have something to discuss with him!"
After a while, Zheng Michang called his subordinates and gave instructions.
"Yes, Lord Chief Envoy! I will go now."
After receiving the order, the subordinate quickly left.
About two-quarters of an hour later, He Maocai hurried to the Governor's Mansion.
"Is there any progress?" He Maocai asked impatiently as soon as he entered the hall.
"Here, you can see for yourself." After Zheng Michang said this, he took out the piece of paper recording the Wen family's crimes and handed it to He Maocai.
After He Maocai took it, he read it again exactly as it was, his eyes brightened, and he said: "Haha, with this thing, I can cure him of the Wen family's crimes! When will we do it?"
"No rush, just wait." Zheng Michang was not as excited as He Maocai, and just shook his head silently.
"What are you waiting for? Let's mobilize our forces now and kill the Wen family directly! By then all the wealth of the Wen family will be ours." He Maocai said with an unconcealable excitement in his tone.
"I always feel that something is not right about this matter. The progress of the matter is really too smooth! It is as if there is a pair of invisible hands in the dark that is constantly promoting this matter."
Zheng Michang's face was full of solemnity as he put forward his own idea.
"Okay, as the old saying goes, be careful when sailing a thousand-year-old ship! You're right to be more careful. If there is a shortage of manpower, just let me know and I will transfer the people from the Inspectorate."
When He Maocai saw this, he stopped urging and said.
(End of chapter)
