Before Lin Xixue could walk down the stone steps, a dark, damp mold smell hit her, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.
I don't know whether it was due to insufficient kerosene or insufficient oxygen. The oil lamp in the cell was almost extinguished, and the dim light made it difficult to distinguish.
The death row inmates in the prison were leaning numbly against the stone wall, seemingly uninterested in who came. After all, no one would come except the jailer.
But Lin Xixue saw the appearance of these "death prisoners".
Except for a middle-aged man with a scarred face who was locked in the innermost room, the other cells were all occupied by teenagers and girls.
The youngest looks to be only twelve or thirteen years old, and the oldest is only seventeen or eighteen years old.
Lin Xixue looked at these young and girls with sallow complexions, withered hair, and obvious malnutrition, and thought that they might even have trouble killing chickens. How could they be such vicious murderers?
Lin Xixue frowned, walked to a cell, and asked the young man, "What crime have you committed?"
The young man just glanced at her coldly, with no intention of continuing to communicate. He continued to sleep with his legs crossed, as if he was completely unaware that he was about to be beheaded.
Lin Xixue was even more doubtful, and she said nonsensically: "I have to patrol this place as a censor. If you tell the truth clearly, I may be able to help you redress your grievances."
It's not that Lin Xixue is nosy and insists on getting to the bottom of things, it's just that the materials she handed over to the City God's Temple for the temple ceremony must be genuine.
If these boys and girls have just been wronged and are not really evil people, then their facial features are obviously useless, and inducing the emotions of a fake murderer is just a waste of time.
When the time comes, Miao Zhu sees that the materials are not right and gives up, which will directly delay Xu Zhiyi's treatment.
"Kill someone." The young man responded impatiently.
"Ha", Lin Xixue sneered and asked: "Who did you kill, what grudges did you have with this person, and what weapon did you use?"
"I don't care what your shit is. Anyway, stop meddling in other people's business here. I have food and drink here, and my life is very nourishing. Do I still need you to make noise?"
The young man scolded Lin Xixue, then turned over and fell asleep again, facing the wall.
Lin Xixue still couldn't detect the strangeness in it. The prisoners on death row were all destined to be executed after death, but this young man had no fear.
Could it be that someone lied and deceived this young man into thinking that he could leave alive?
"I tell you the truth, all the prisoners in this prison are destined to be executed later in life, and there is no chance of getting out. If someone uses this to deceive you, you can tell the truth."
Although Lin Xixue said these words, the young man was still calm and not at all nervous.
Could it be that I really made a mistake? In troubled times, this young man has not received a good education, and he has no sense of the rule of law. It may be possible for him to do such a thing when he is emotionally excited.
When the logic advanced to this point, she suddenly thought that in the peaceful and prosperous times, didn't people like Chu Liang also appear?
The moment the name Chu Liang appeared in her mind, the scenery around her began to flash black mosaics again, and the wooden prison in front of her suddenly turned into stainless steel railings.
Chu Liang was sitting in the cell, handcuffed, with a joking smile on his lips. Although he didn't say a word, his sarcasm was clear, and he showed an expression of "What can you do to me?"
She felt a wave of uncontrollable anger well up in her heart, and the prison of reason was instantly broken. She reached into the void and held Fuguang Duanye tightly.
The face of a scholar who was originally a bit frail was now full of ferocity.
Calm down, calm down, Chu Liang is a fictional character created by Tianzun, the purpose is to lure him to lose his mind, how can he still take it seriously?
She closed her eyes, exhaled a few deep breaths, and relaxed her hand holding the scabbard slightly.
Yes, Chu Liang was invented by Tianzun. The premise for the existence of Chu Liang is that Mom is dead, but Mom cannot be dead, Mom is alive and well, so Chu Liang must be a figment of Tianzun.
That's it, that must be the case, Chu Liang doesn't exist at all!
Her mind gradually stabilized, the mosaics around her gradually disappeared, the harsh sound of electricity in her ears gradually disappeared, and the stainless steel railings turned back into wooden fences.
She retracted her hands into her sleeves and clenched them tightly. After completely adjusting her mentality, she went to ask the other boys and girls, and the answers she got were all very similar.
Lin Xixue immediately determined that there was definitely something fishy about this matter.
It's not that these teenagers and girls can't commit crimes, it's just that the age distribution of the criminals on death row is completely unreasonable, and all of them are vague about the crimes they committed. It would be strange if there was no problem.
Since these boys and girls are unwilling to tell the truth, then ask someone who can tell the truth, such as the Yunzhou government office in this city.
Anyway, now that he is wearing a Sanqing mask, no one can recognize him. All he needs to do is force him to tell the truth with a knife, which is simple and crude.
Even if these boys and girls are not the real murderers, then according to the government's words, if the real mastermind is found, they will finally be the murderers, and then they can still obtain the materials.
Just do what she said, Lin Xixue immediately decided to leave the death row and go to the government office to find out.
But just as she was about to leave, the scar-faced man in the innermost cell stopped her: "Bingjian, which route are you taking?"
"What?" Lin Xixue turned around and asked in confusion.
Seeing her answer like this, the scar-faced man was also stunned and asked doubtfully: "Aren't you brothers on the road?"
"No." Lin Xixue realized then that he was talking about bandits.
The predecessor was separated from his family due to banditry and fell into a cave. Lin Xixue naturally could not have any affection for such a person, so she left without waiting for the scarred man to say anything.
"Brother, wait a minute, you are not a person of the law, why did you sneak into this death row and pretend to be an imperial envoy to help these white ducks redress their injustice?" The scar-faced man quickly stopped her.
"White duck? What does this mean?"
"Brother, you're not standing up for these white ducks? Then what are you doing in this dungeon?"
"..."
Lin Xixue was speechless for a moment and couldn't find any suitable reason, but then she thought about why she wanted to explain her purpose to a bandit.
"It has nothing to do with you. Please explain clearly what a white duck is."
"The white duck is the one who works hard to take the blame."
"Working hard to take the blame? Do they know that they will die?"
"Some are deceived, but in fact most of them know that they are going to lose their heads. One head can buy a family several years of food and clothing. For many parents, this is a good deal."
"Why don't these white ducks cry out for injustice?" Lin Xixue didn't understand why they didn't cry out for injustice when they were sold by their parents.
The scar-faced man chuckled and shook his head, saying: "The parents of these white ducks have cooperated with the real murderer to establish a solid case. What's the use of calling for injustice."
Lin Xixue frowned. She originally thought that sneaking into the Tianlao to obtain the auxiliary materials for the Seven Emotions Mask would be as simple as searching a bag to retrieve the items, but she didn't expect it to be so troublesome.
However, even if these white ducks are innocent, this scar-faced man is not innocent. He can take one piece at a time.
She asked: "What about you? What did you do to get here?"
The scar-faced man punched the wall and sighed: "Forget it, I don't know which brother on the road robbed Yan Yu, the dog official's private house a while ago."
"Maybe I have done too much robbing the rich and giving to the poor. This dog official thought it was me without investigating clearly. He mobilized a few people to capture me and escort me to Beijing in a few days."
When she heard "Yan Yu's private residence was stolen", Lin Xixue felt a key word flash in her mind.
Her face twitched a few times and she said awkwardly: "This Yan Yu you are talking about, where is his private residence..."
