When the Chief Inquisitor returned to the single dormitory on the sixth floor underground of the trial house, he saw a bleak scene as soon as he opened the door and walked in.
Due to no watering for a long time, all the ornamental plants in the living room have died. The leaves are dry and falling everywhere.
But she didn't care about this. She didn't even turn on the light. She stepped on the dead leaves to the refrigerator, opened the door, took out the beer from inside, opened the buckle, and drank it.
"ah!"
After drinking the whole can, she exhaled a long breath, as if she was finally relieved after working overtime all night. Then he flattened the can with a "crack" sound, threw it aside, took out another can, walked to the sofa and sat down, drinking beer and staring at the empty metal wall in a daze.
"Go back and have a good sleep. There is an important cocktail party the night after tomorrow. You have to attend on behalf of the Black Prison Tribunal."
"The master will also be there, you'd better not let him down."
What Inquisitor No. 2 said to her before leaving echoed in her mind.
About half an hour ago, three inquisitors dragged her out of the filthy room, used fire-fighting high-pressure water cannons to clean her from the inside out, and then threw her a new uniform and asked her to Go back and rest.
She got dressed silently and took the elevator back to the dormitory.
Looking up, the electronic clock on the wall beats quietly.
"Ah, it's been so long..."
She muttered to herself, raised her head, and took a deep sip of beer.
The time showed that three weeks had passed since she last came back.
During these three lost weeks, she could not feel the passage of time at all. It was as if she had been in a dream and when she woke up, she found that many days had passed.
However, the time in the dream was extremely long, as if centuries had passed, from a baby to a girl, to adulthood, to death, and then to life again, endless reincarnations.
She could no longer remember the details of the dream.
It seems that everything is like seeing flowers in the fog, hazy, only the general outline can be seen, but the details cannot be clearly seen.
As the No. 1 inquisitor of the Black Prison who is talked about by everyone in Ice Blue City, she possesses master-level interrogation skills. No matter how stubborn a prisoner is if he falls into her hands, he will eventually kneel on the ground and lick her boots and pray for her. Compassion and forgiveness, so she knows better than anyone else that this is her psychological protection mechanism at work.
Forcibly intervene in her memory and erase the unbearable parts.
She knew that if it weren't for this mechanism, just recalling a small part of the details would drive her crazy.
So all that's left are some vague outlines.
And these outlines will always remind her what mistakes can and cannot be made.
It also reminds her all the time who is her master and who controls everything about her.
The outline of every memory has a general image.
For example, the adult threatened to see what color her heart was.
Then the adult saw it.
Note that this is not a literary metaphor, but a real thing, observed with the naked eye, touched with the hands, or even scratched/kneaded.
In addition to this, the adult also built a dairy farm, watched balloon blowing, enjoyed the musical fountain, walked the dog, and rode a horse. In short, everything he could think of was realized.
During this time, the only thing she could feel was pain, all kinds of pain. The pain was so painful that it made her soul want to leave her body.
She was like a pig being sent to a slaughterhouse. She was slaughtered repeatedly every day. After killing, she was killed again and again. Every piece of meat was repeatedly cut, ground, rubbed, pinched, and finally sprinkled with a handful of salt. Canned meat.
There was also the little green monster. She felt scared when she saw green now, and subconsciously wanted to avoid looking at it.
It will probably take a long time for her to be freed from her green phobia.
During these three weeks, she never rested for a second, constantly wandering between consciousness and coma.
But when you are awake, there is only endless suffering. Even if you see the most miserable life experience, you will feel sympathy and be grateful for your luck.
During this time, she has used it more times than a whole street of wandering warblers will in their lifetimes.
It may sound exaggerated, but this is what really happened to her.
She even cursed her innate talent. Without such talent, she would not need to suffer such a sin.
Although she is now sitting here intact, drinking beer, and not even a small scar is left on her body, her soul has been torn into pieces countless times, like an ugly suture monster.
She drank seven or eight cans of beer and finally fell asleep under the influence of a little alcohol.
Mentally and physically tired, she slept until the afternoon of the next day, sleeping for more than thirty hours. She opened the refrigerator, ate something randomly, then fell back to sleep.
When I woke up again, it was already noon on the third day.
After sleeping for nearly sixty hours, she finally recovered. After taking a shower and eating something, she went to the training ground to do restorative training.
Although she has experienced hellish suffering, she has no choice but to face it, otherwise the good days of her parents and brother will come to an end.
Perhaps this is the fate of the sand people.
From the moment of birth, we have to fight against the cruel desert until the second before death.
At eight o'clock in the evening, she arrived at the reception on time, dressed neatly in a judge's uniform.
"Good evening, Lord Judge!"
"My Lord Judge, you are still as radiant and heroic as ever!"
"Lord Judge, it is such an honor for me to see you here!"
"Your Excellency Judge, you are truly a role model for us women. If I had one percent of you, no, one ten thousandth of you, that barbarian in our family would not dare to speak so loudly to me."
"My Lord Inquisitor, I wish you a good night."
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With nobles surrounding her, flattering and flattering her, she was still the chief judge who was feared by everyone.
However, she knew that everything had changed...
At the same time, on the balcony on the other side of the reception, Chen Xing was enjoying the moonlight and drinking red wine leisurely.
"The Chief Inquisitor is here."
The ghost fox comes in to report.
"Let her come here."
"yes!"
After a while, A Qiaomu came to the balcony. The moment she saw Chen Xing, her legs became weak unconsciously, and she had to hold on to the iron grille window on the balcony to stand steady.
After taking a few deep breaths, she took a difficult step forward, but her legs were as weak as noodles, completely uncontrollable, and she suddenly fell to the ground.
She shivered all over, got up, and walked to Chen Xing with all her strength.
Chen Xing glanced at her, shook the red wine in his glass, and asked slowly, "Do you know why I asked you to come?"
A Qiaomu shook his head in confusion.
"It seems you haven't learned your lesson yet."
Chen Xing smiled, but in Ah Qiaomu's eyes, the smile was like a devil opening its fangs. She looked horrified, fell to the ground, hugged Chen Xing's feet, and begged, "No, don't torture me anymore, I'm willing to do anything!"
"Please, don't torture me anymore, I'm going crazy..."
Chen Xing looked down at her, pointed at his head, and said, "Use here..."
Ah Qiaomu calmed down, lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, you want to tell me that in front of others, I am the chief judge of the Black Prison Trial House, and in front of Your Excellency, I am just a humble slave."
"It seems you are not completely stupid yet." Chen Xing commented.
"The slave knows his position and will obey his orders with all his strength."
"Yeah." Chen Xing nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Then tell me now, how much money is hidden outside?"
"The slave also has two secret accounts with a total of 79.25 million gold coins. The father, mother and brother also have more than 7 million gold coins." A Qiaomu answered honestly.
"Oh?" Chen Xing raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect it to be 20 million more than the Finance Minister estimated. He thought for a while and said, "The Ursula family's house will be returned to its original owner, and I will leave you 500,000 yuan as settlement expenses, and the rest will be transferred to the public account of the trial office."
A Qiaomu was stunned. She didn't expect that Chen Xing would leave half a million gold coins to her parents and younger brother, and tears flowed out involuntarily.
"Thank you for your strength, sir. I will definitely work hard and do my part well in the future!" She shed tears of gratitude and kowtowed to the ground.
"Get up!" Chen Xing looked inside the reception, "Go and do the social work of a chief judge."
"Yes!" Aqiaomu stood up and wiped away his tears.
When she left the balcony and walked into the reception again, the feared top secret agent of the Black Prison returned to her body, exuding a gloomy and forbidding aura, like a poisonous scorpion waiting for an opportunity, causing all those who came close to People shudder.
"Sir, Finance Minister Jie needs to see you." Ghost Fox came in and reported.
"Let him in."
After the ghost fox went out, the finance minister came in, rubbed his hands, and said flatteringly, "Sir, I have a few friends who I would like to introduce to you."
"who?"
"Earl Xu Feiyang, the former director of the Security Department, Viscount Sheehan, the former deputy director of the Archives Bureau, the former deputy minister of the Ministry of Trade..." The finance minister mentioned several people in succession, all of whom were veterans of the previous dynasty.
"Why did they come to see me?" Chen Xing put down his wine glass and asked.
"Don't you think that some of the current officials are too incompetent and not worthy of their duties? For example, the current director of customs used to be an arms reseller, and the current economic consultant graduated from the Pheasant Military Academy abroad..."
"That's it..." Chen Xing thought for a while and decided to meet these veterans of the former dynasty. After all, the country is so big, people still have to do the work. A customs commissioner with a background as an arms dealer and an economic adviser to a third-rate military academy student is indeed a bit too much.
"You go prepare a side room and make tea. We will drink and chat later."
"Hey, let's do it right away!" The finance minister left with great excitement, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.
Chen Xing raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, thoughtfully.
There were so many things that happened to him during this period, it was like riding a roller coaster, flying up and down, with ups and downs.
He couldn't help but think of a classic old song on Earth.
Life is like waves on the sea, sometimes they rise and sometimes they fall. Good luck or bad luck, you have to follow your work. Three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work, and you will win if you love hard work!
"Three points depends on fate, seven points depends on hard work!"
"Since the wind is coming, then..."
"Let's try again!"
Chen Xing swung the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Then he smashed the wine glass with a bang, turned around and walked into the reception.
The sixth volume, the head and the horns are majestic, finished.
Volume Seven, Powerful Officials in Troubled Times, so stay tuned...
