"ah--"
The sudden screams made the entire prison fall into silence.
However, this silence only lasted for a short moment. Soon, the sounds of various ghosts crying and howling were heard again.
After all, these prisoners in the cell have long been accustomed to the violence of the jailers. Not to mention having their hands and feet broken, many of them have been beaten to death on the spot in recent years.
Heavenly prison! Heavenly prison!
How many of those who can enter this prison will see the light of day again? Since he cannot see the light of day again, what does it matter whether he is injured or healthy, dead or alive?
"Give me some sense. Don't think that you are still some officials now! When you get here, you are just a lowly prisoner! I'm not afraid to tell you that there are no less than dozens of officials who have died of illness under me over the years, and you are not much behind." several!"
The beating jailer looked triumphantly at the old man rolling around in the cell holding his severed hand. There was no mercy in his eyes, but only bloodthirsty cruelty.
Perhaps the jailer who came here in the first place was not so cold-blooded.
But working in such a dark and deep place every day, facing a group of crazy prisoners, unknowingly, they have suffered too many negative effects!
This also makes an otherwise sound mind. It also became distorted little by little! So much so that it finally turned into what it is now: violent and capricious, and even took pleasure in torturing these "big men" who used to be aloof.
"Come here! Put the food on the table!"
After scolding all the prisoners, the jailer chuckled ferociously, inserted the iron ruler behind his back, and waved lazily.
"Here!"
Outside the door, two subordinates received the boss's order and hurriedly popped up and smiled flatteringly at him. Then they ran down the steps with two wooden buckets and began to distribute meals to the prisoners inside one by one.
However, the food they distributed was more like pig food than food!
A bucket of Xilihulu noodle soup with a few yellow vegetable leaves floating on it. Not to mention the meat, there is not even a hint of oiliness! There were only a few flies crawling around on the noodle soup.
If such a meal were left in the Xiao family, let alone anyone, they would probably not even eat it!
However, this food, which is not eaten by pigs or dogs outside, is as delicious as it is when placed in front of the prisoners in the prison!
The hungry prisoners poured it into their stomachs three times or two, and then licked it carefully with their tongues until no trace of residue could be seen, and then reluctantly put down the big bowl in their hands.
"Hou Shangshu? Didn't you eat yesterday?"
Not long after, the jailer who distributed food came to Hou Junji's cell and knocked on the cell door with a big spoon as usual. When he found that the food distributed yesterday was still untouched at the cell door, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Then he glanced at the boss.
The new Minister of the Ministry of War has not eaten a grain of rice for three days. He is afraid that something will go wrong if he continues like this! After all, he had just come in and had not been arraigned yet. If he died in prison at this time, they would be in some trouble.
"What are you looking at?! Shangshu Hou is so pampered on weekdays. It's normal for him not to be able to eat our food! Don't waste it. The rice and flour outside are precious now. Give Lord Shangshu's share to Lord Minister over there..."
Seeing the embarrassment of his men, the jailer chuckled and staggered over. He didn't even look at the grateful "Master Minister" in the cell next door. He just put his hands behind his back and looked back and forth at Hou Junji in the corner. .
In so many years in Tianlao, he has seen too many people like Hou Junji! Some of the newcomers were even more excited than Hou Junji. Not only did they not eat, but many of them even dropped their bowls!
However, these people who throw bowls will definitely regret it in less than three days!
Because the pain of hunger is definitely not something one person can bear! When their stomachs are empty and stars are shining in their eyes from hunger, not to mention a bowl of pig food, even a mouse or a cockroach will be regarded as life-saving food and swallowed in one gulp!
"You treat me like this, aren't you afraid that someone will come to settle matters with you later?"
Perhaps feeling the gaze of the jailer outside, Hou Junji slowly opened his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Afraid! Why aren't you afraid?" Outside the door, the jailer chuckled, and made a mocking look at Hou Junji, saying, "But sir, do you really think I did something wrong? To be able to come here, How many of them are really wronged? Since they are not wronged, why should I serve them with delicious food and drinks?
This is a heavenly prison, not a place for you adults to enjoy themselves! It's normal for me to suffer a little here. Even if His Majesty knows about this, believe it or not, he won't say anything wrong about me! "
"Humph, what a clever word!" Hou Junji stared at the jailer and smiled contemptuously: "Your Majesty asked you to take care of the prisoners, not to punish them! Even if they are at fault, the only one who can judge them is Your Majesty. You don't count. what?"
The jailer was scolded, but he was not annoyed at all. He still smiled and cupped his hands and said: "Okay, I am not a thing. You are a big shot, a big shot. But now, aren't you also in our hands?"
"Huh? You still dare to touch me?" Hou Junji frowned slightly when he heard this. A fierce aura of killing on the battlefield instantly rose around him, and the jailer who looked at him couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Hou Shangshu is joking, how dare I touch you? Don't worry, I will never touch you before you close the case!"
The jailer sounded polite on the surface, but everyone could hear the cruelty in his tone!
He is not in a hurry, he can wait!
Wait for His Majesty's verdict! Wait for the lofty Minister of War to lower his noble head! Wait for him to kneel down in front of him and beg for his forgiveness.
"Hahaha, Hou Shangshu, I hope you can close the case soon, brothers can't wait!"
After laughing arrogantly, the jailer led his two men out of the gate.
As the door closed, the noisy Tianlao became quiet again.
"Hou Shangshu? Which Hou Shangshu are you?"
Next door, the slovenly middle-aged man known as the waiter finally felt a little energetic after eating two bowls of rice. He was lying comfortably on the moldy straw and said hello to his neighbor for the first time in three days.
"Ministry of War, Hou Junji!" Hou Junji opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the slovenly middle-aged man, and replied in a deep voice.
"Ministry of War, Hou Junji?" The minister rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, but could not think of the name Hou Junji. He couldn't help but wonder: "Why haven't I heard of you? Where is Qu Tutong? "
"Qu Tutong?" Hou Junji was slightly startled when he heard this name. How many years has Qu Tutong been dead? The person in front of me doesn’t even know! Doesn't that mean he has been detained here for longer?
