Ximen Wuhen's token allows me to move around freely in areas not restricted by the Demon Sect. Including prisons, poison halls and other places, as long as I don't let the prisoners go, no one can stop me.
The deputy prison manager was puzzled by my behavior. He wanted to send me away quickly, but I insisted on staying. He had no reason to expel me.
I hung the token on my waist and took a walk in the prison. There was no one in the demon sect to arrest, and it was very difficult for outsiders to come in from the headquarters.
Those in the prison are all those who have committed internal crimes, most of whom are minor offenders who violate religious rules. The maximum limit is ten days and half a month.
Real felons are detained in the prison hall, so the prison is not so strict.
Especially in the first row of cells near the door, the door lock is just a decoration. The people inside know that they have made a small mistake and will not bother to escape.
The prison has one floor above ground and one underground floor, but the distance between the first and second floors must be ten meters, which means that the second underground floor is deep underground.
There is a staircase going down in the middle, and the lock on the door is a complex mechanical lock, which is a combination lock.
I've never been there before. The last few times I've been to the prison, I've only been on the first floor.
The steward said that there was a lunatic imprisoned on the second floor. There was no cell to hold him, so he could only be allowed to run around the entire floor. Food was sent down through a small pipe, and the code-locked door had not been opened for a long time.
Since the conditions down there are dirty and bad, and there are crazy people who can hurt people, there is no need for me to go down and take a look.
Lang Jiang and the others were locked in the inner cell, farthest from the exit. After walking around outside, I walked inside again, where two guards from the prison were watching them.
They couldn't move. Some people tried to untie the rope secretly, but my Qi thread was in their bodies. Once anyone moved, I would make them faint.
An hour later, a prison guard delivered the meal and told the guard at the door to let him in.
Lang Jiang and the others were not ordinary prisoners. They were tied with ropes and gagged. How could they eat in this state?
Wouldn’t the person delivering the food know?
I heard the noise and rushed over immediately, staring at the person who had already entered the cell.
The guards at the door called me, and they became nervous instantly. They looked wrong, and immediately lowered their heads when their eyes met mine. They looked respectful, but in fact they were trying to hide their nervousness.
"Huh? Can prisoners like this still eat? The purpose of gagging is to prevent them from biting their tongues or committing suicide by taking poison, right? If this is taken down... who will be the one who dies? Could it be that you deliberately gave them a chance to commit suicide, right?" I Since I was not the prison manager, I couldn't order them, and they probably didn't listen to me either. I had no choice but to pretend to be surprised and wonder loudly at the door.
"Nonsense! I, I was afraid that they would suffocate to death and let them take a breath." The person who delivered the food did not mention the food and found other reasons to distinguish it for himself.
"You can't hold it back, the brothers in the patrol team are accurate, what? You, a handyman, know how to deal with prisoners better than they do?"
The low-level servants of the Demon Cult do not know martial arts. They are ordinary people who sweep the floor, cook and wash clothes, just like ordinary domestic servants.
There was no fire in the prison, and the meals for the guards and prisoners were prepared elsewhere and delivered on time.
The person who delivers the food should know the rules here better than I do. Prisoners who are tied up are not allowed to eat or drink. Chinese website
His abnormal behavior forced me to doubt his motives, and I had reason to control him first.
I arranged gas wire in the cell. As soon as the meal delivery person stepped into the cell, he stepped into the gas wire mesh.
I said he was acting suspiciously, but he quickly denied it. I wanted to go in and catch him personally, but the guards at the door wanted to stop me. I waved the token around my waist, and they immediately backed away.
Seeing that the situation was not right, the food deliveryman took out the dagger from his sleeve, not to protect himself, but to kill Lang Jiang.
He was risking his own life with this knife and wanted to take Lang Jiang away.
The dagger pierced Lang Jiang's heart, and he used all his strength to stab Lang Jiang backwards.
At this time, I was already in front of him and kicked the knife out of his hand. He wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide, but he couldn't.
When he stepped into the cell, the air threads had already entered his body.
The air thread controlled his mouth, and his mouth was so stiff that he couldn't move it at all.
The dagger flew away, and it was impossible for him to make another move.
Okay, I just chopped him unconscious.
There were problems with the meals and tea he brought, and these need to be preserved as evidence.
The deputy supervisor of the prison rushed over and asked what happened?
The guard at the door hesitated to answer, and the deputy steward looked at me. I said that the food deliveryman was acting suspiciously when he deliberately delivered food to prisoners who knew that prisoners of this type were not allowed to eat or drink. I wanted to detain him for questioning, but he violently committed murder. , wanted to kill Lang Jiang.
Killing people in jails, including untried prisoners, is also against religious law, and there is nothing wrong with being locked up.
The deputy steward also has something on his mind, but he can't say anything. He wants me to leave, but if he urges me to leave again, it's a bit of a cover-up.
When he left, he was in a bad mood and had a surge of negative emotions. This is often a sign of people trying to do bad things.
He arranged for someone to put the food delivery person into the cell next door, and sent two more people to guard the cell door.
The ceremony will be held until eight o'clock in the evening, and there are still a few hours before the end.
The deputy steward came out of the prison and met a man. When he came back, he arranged for someone to pour kerosene into the prison.
He wanted to set fire to the prison and solve the trouble together.
Before falling, he also released a smoke block. The smoke was so thick that it was like fog, and visibility was extremely low.
You have to inhale such a strong smoke even if you don't want to. In a closed environment, you can't hold your breath normally for long.
Unless you know this kind of martial arts, such as Turtle Breathing Kung Fu.
I came out when they were pouring the kerosene. I walked through the smoke without being affected at all. I walked to the hall and looked at the kerosene all over the floor and the person responsible for setting the fire. I laughed.
The door closed behind them, and they swallowed the antidote pills in their mouths in shock.
This thing only works if you hold it in your mouth, it won't work if you eat it in your stomach.
They were carrying oil drums and an unlit torch.
Everything stayed the same, I didn't move anything.
The air in the air hood was enough to last for twenty minutes, and it took less than twenty minutes to complete these tasks, so the deputy steward waiting outside only lasted fifteen minutes before he couldn't help but open the door and check what was going on.
He also had antidote pills in his mouth, and the smoke had no effect on him, but his vision was blocked and he couldn't see clearly what was going on in the hall.
"Deputy Steward..." I suddenly appeared behind him and patted his shoulder gently.
"Ah -" he yelled, stepped on kerosene when he turned around, slipped and fell to the ground.
"It's too foggy here, why not light a torch and take a photo." I took out the torch and blew it.
"Don't, don't, don't do it!" The deputy steward got up from the ground with all his strength, trying to snatch away the huozhezi from me.
"Why can't you click? It's too dark here, I can't see anything." I pretended to be confused.
"Here...there is kerosene everywhere. Do not see sparks." The deputy steward said urgently.
"It's strange how there is kerosene in the prison and it's everywhere. Don't be kidding me. This must be water accidentally spilled by the guards."
"It's oil! It's kerosene. I arranged for someone to pour it."
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