Jinyiwei North Town Fusi Prison, Yang Fan and Tu Shanyue walked into the dark alleyway under the leadership of the jailer. There were dark thick wooden fences on both sides.
A dim oil lamp was hung every ten meters in the prison. I could barely see the figure clearly. The passage was quite wide, about six meters wide, and countless dark arms stretched out from the wooden fences on both sides, swaying half-deadly.
"Sir, please give me something to eat. I'm hungry!"
"My lord, my lord, I was wronged."
The jailer had long been accustomed to it and turned a blind eye. Occasionally, if someone shouted loudly, he would greet them with water and fire sticks, beat them with crackling sounds, and then there would be no movement.
Xiao Niangpi covered her mouth and nose with her hands, frowned, was very impatient, and cursed: "Hurry up, hurry up."
The jailer knew that this aunt from Dongchang could not be offended, so he quickly responded, "Don't worry, Miss Tushan, she will be there soon, she will be there soon."
After walking through more than ten cells, the jailer stopped and shouted loudly: "Ms. Anhuang, come here."
Then the cell door was opened.
The jailer nodded and bowed and invited Xiao Niangpi and Yang Fan to come in. Then he brought in two more chairs and wiped them carefully with a cloth.
Another jailer came over and installed several torches on the wall, and the whole cell suddenly lit up. The cell was cold and damp, with straw on the floor and a toilet in the corner that exuded a foul stench.
The cell lit up, and a group of female prisoners inside all started to wail and covered their eyes with their clothes. My eyes can't stand it when I accidentally see bright light in the dark for a long time.
A group of women in ragged clothes and unkempt hair huddled together, shivering. Several mice ran out of the straw. A woman with quick eyesight caught one in her hand and opened her mouth to bite them.
Several women nearby saw it and immediately rushed to grab it. The woman quickly stuffed it into her mouth, and the mouse was chewed alive by her. She made several squeaking screams, and soon there was no movement.
When the other women saw that the mouse was gone, they cursed and retreated back into the straw. Keep blindfolded.
Several policemen raised water and fire sticks and beat her randomly. Amidst the cries of father and mother, an old woman was pulled out.
"My lord, my lord, please don't mess with me. I am over sixty this year." The old woman cried and said.
However, several officers expertly inserted water and fire sticks into her limbs, and then clamped the sticks, and she was immediately unable to move. It was directly thrown in front of Yang Fan and Tu Shanyue.
Yang Fan frowned, disgusted with these jailers.
There is an old saying in ancient times: "Cars, boats, shops, feet and teeth, even those who are not guilty deserve to be killed."
Government servants and jailers are countless times more vicious than these five types of people.
Mrs. Anhuang trembled and knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head. She didn't know how many years or days had passed since she was taken into this dark prison. She couldn't see her hands every day. If she hadn't been thinking about her son, she would have gone on a hunger strike.
At this time, a gentle voice said: "Get her a bowl of porridge."
Immediately, a jailer went to get a bowl of porridge. This was what the jailers ate. Although it was a bit watery, it didn't taste rancid at all.
Mrs. Anhuang put her hands into her mouth and finished the rice porridge in a few seconds.
"Thank you, Mr. Qingtian, woo woo woo." An Huang kept kowtowing to Yang Fan.
She hasn't eaten millet porridge once since she came in. It's all a paste made from wild vegetables and boiled vegetables. It takes three days to eat porridge made from moldy grains.
"What's your name?" asked the adult sitting on the chair.
"Lao Shen Anhuang" Anhuang didn't know what to do with her. Could it be that her son had been caught and that the mother and son were being interrogated together.
"Is there anyone else in your family?" Yang Fan asked pleasantly.
"There is also a son named An Sanxi."
Yang Fan nodded, that's right.
Tu Shanyue saw Yang Fan nodding and said to the jailer: "We need this prisoner to handle the case, so I will take him away. Do you know how to deal with it?"
The jailer in Gu quickly squeezed out the chrysanthemum folds on his face and said with a flattering smile: "Don't worry, Miss Tushan, a temporary arrest just died yesterday, named Anhuang. He died of a sudden illness. Hehe."
Xiao Niangpi nodded with satisfaction, took out a linen bag from her arms and threw it to him, and prepared to leave with Yang Fan and Anhuang.
"You're rewarded by the little Xie Tushan stall," several jailors shouted quickly.
Xiao Niangpi waved her hand impatiently and signaled.
The jailer quickly took out a black cloth bag and put it on Anhuang's head.
"Old lady, you're lucky to be able to work at Tushan Stall to fish for people yourself."
Yang Fan was a little surprised and didn't know what was going on. After walking out of the prison, Yang Fan looked at several people leading Anhuang, who had a black cloth bag on his head, and followed him staggeringly.
"Are you afraid of being seen?" Yang Fan asked Tu Shanyue.
"Idiot, she hasn't seen the sun here for three years. It's okay to see the sun suddenly. Do you want to blind her?"
Yang Fan touched his nose awkwardly, which made sense. The female prisoners who were irritated by the torches just now covered their eyes, let alone the sunshine outside.
"How long will it take for her to get used to it?"
"Ten days and a half month"
At night, An Sanxi was brought to Guande Hall.
After he was arrested, he was kept in handcuffs and shackles and was detained in the gendarmerie squadron of the regiment training camp. As the team moved, they came to the capital from Yangliuqing.
Since he was caught, he has thought about it. He has killed so many officers and soldiers, and he no longer expects a good result.
The only thing he cared about was his mother in prison.
Fortunately, although the soldiers wearing white helmets were rough, no one abused him, and he was fed three meals a day.
When he had three full meals a day for the first time, An Sanxi was moved to tears.
During the Ming Dynasty, everyone ate two meals, but An Sanxi never knew that he could eat three meals a day. You can still eat enough.
He sighed, this cell was so worth it.
Today, two military policemen came and opened his shackles. An officer shouted to him: "An Sanxi, follow me."
An Sanxi followed obediently. These soldiers had bad tempers and he didn't want to get into trouble.
Several people took him through the tents and saw that they were the camps of these soldiers. Came to the front of a courtyard.
An Sanxi recognized the characters and saw a high wall with a three-bay gatehouse in the middle. There was a plaque hanging on it, "Shoot to observe virtue." Legion took him in through the small door on the wall.
Prisoners are not eligible to enter the gate.
We saw a majestic main hall and side halls on the left and right.
An Sanxi was thinking, this was obviously not an ordinary place, it was clearly a place where important people worked. He had seen many government offices and county offices on his way to escape, but none of them had this kind of momentum.
I don’t know why I brought myself here.
After entering the main hall, the officer asked him to kneel on the ground. After a while, two people came from behind talking and laughing. It was Yang Fan and the beautiful girl who captured him.
An old woman staggered up behind them, with a look of fear on her face.
The moment An Sanxi saw the old woman, he froze in place as if the tube had been struck by lightning.
