After Ren Qing woke up, he felt sore all over his body, especially the bones in his legs.
He estimated that the nerves of the foot were stimulating the body's growth. Fortunately, as long as it was subtle, he didn't have to worry about being noticed by others.
After all, he was only seventeen years old, so it was not too late to suddenly grow taller.
Ren Qing took advantage of the early morning to practice knife skills in the courtyard. After excessive physical exertion, he ate pig eyes to recover.
It's a pity that there are not many pig eyes left. If the Blood Dog Gang still doesn't get involved in the stew business, the speed of life extension may be greatly reduced.
A rooster crows.
Bo Feng and others woke up one after another, and then the Yamen began to operate.
Ren Qing did not act rashly, and specifically asked Bo Feng about Xia Si's mending fast.
Sibu Zhai was closed inside the yamen, and many people were imprisoned inside. The yamen officials were not allowed to approach it without orders.
In Ren Qing's impression, Sibu Zhai was a place where government officials were temporarily detained.
Among them are mainly government officials who have committed crimes and are awaiting trial, or they are temporarily detained like the fire workers on Hexing Street.
Even Bo Feng had never gone in. His information was obtained from the patrol officers, and the accuracy was doubtful.
Ren Qing headed in the direction of Si Menuzhai. On the way, he intentionally or unintentionally contacted the government officials, hoping to find the monks who mastered the magic.
Unfortunately nothing was gained.
However, for the Hundred-Eyed Man, he has narrowed down his target range to government servants who are over forty years old. It should not be difficult to find them in a little time.
Ren Qing was not in a hurry. Once he could obtain the pig's eyes covertly, the threat of the Hundred-Eyed Man would be reduced to the minimum.
He quickly arrived at Sibu Zhai. The appearance of the building looked relatively ordinary, but the Yamen's supervision was extremely strict. There were five police officers patrolling the entrance alone.
Ren Qing explored around Sibu Zhai and discovered through his double-pupil vision that the doors and windows of each room were locked with strong iron chains.
He vaguely saw that some of the houses seemed to be occupied by people, but the light was dim, and he didn't know whether there were government officials being imprisoned.
Ren Qing knew that many places in the yamen were not as simple as they seemed, and there might even be strange objects stored there.
Fortunately, Sibu Zhai is not strict, at least it means that it is not too dangerous.
Without much hesitation, Ren Qing found a remote corner and climbed into Sibu Zhai and removed all the footprints.
By the way, this place is really used to imprison government officials, so why is it a bit eerie and scary.
He obviously felt that after entering the building, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot, which should be related to the location on the shady side of the sun.
As Ren Qing stepped on the wooden floor, several scavenging rats made vigilant calls, reminding his companions to be careful.
He turned into the corridor leading to the depths. There were closed doors on both sides of the wall, and there were obviously people living inside.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, these people began to bang their bodies against the wall, accompanied by heart-rending shouts.
When Ren Qing saw such a big movement, he couldn't help but stand on end. His legs showed signs of werewolf transformation, and he was ready to escape at any moment.
But the patrolling detective didn't react at all, not even moving his head.
Ren Qing forced himself to calm down. After seeing cannibal warriors and living human skins, he was almost frightened by a madman.
He leaned closer to the back wall and listened carefully, all they heard were crazy murmurs.
"Don't kill me, human flesh is not delicious."
"I saw it. The monster was in the dark. It looked at me and smiled."
"Kill him, only kill him!!"
Ren Qing suddenly had a guess. It was very likely that Sibu Zhai was imprisoning people who went crazy because of contact with strange things.
After all, there are male and female voices, but there have never been women serving as government officials.
Ren Qing couldn't help but complain: "Actually, it's most appropriate to call it Sanxiang Mental Hospital."
After the veil of terror was lifted, the fear disappeared.
He searched around Sibu Zhai and found that there was a relatively quiet area. I was afraid that this was the place used to temporarily confine the government officials.
Most of the rooms were empty, and the furniture inside looked like they could accommodate seven or eight people.
Ren Qing continued to search for half an hour, and finally found the group of pyrotechnics from Hexing Street in a deep corner.
They were imprisoned in a room with candles lit and a faint scent of sandalwood floating around, which showed that the treatment was not bad.
Ren Qing gradually approached without concealment, and a man's voice sounded inside: "Brother, I don't know when we can go out. It's too tiring to have no deadline."
"Yes, actually, the outside of the city has nothing to do with the plague..."
"Shut up, can you talk nonsense about this?"
Ren Qing breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. It sounded like it was the three of them. Could it be that his concerns were just paranoia?
He lowered his voice and said, "The government is very strict now. It's unrealistic to leave in a short time. But if you have any needs, you can tell me."
The more mature-sounding fireman said, "You are new to Sibuzhai, right? This is the first time I heard your voice."
According to Ren Qing's memory, there was indeed a man in his forties among the fire workers who returned to Sanxiang City.
Ren Qing continued: "This is indeed my first time here, so I shouldn't offend you all."
"Of course not, but it's really cold here at night. Could you please help us get some more quilts?"
Ren Qing chatted with them for about ten minutes, trying to get rid of them several times, but the older pyrotechnician was very tight-lipped.
However, when it comes to the plague outside the city, their tone is inevitably full of fear and even becomes pimpled.
With no other choice, Ren Qing decided to leave Sibu Zhai after seeing this, at least he was sure that nothing strange happened.
It took a long time to get in, but it only took a few minutes to get out.
Ren Qing was about to climb over the wall when his pupils suddenly shrank and he froze in place subconsciously.
The memories in my mind began to blur again, including the scene of seeing the pyrotechnics on Hexing Street in the teahouse, and the elderly pyrotechnics among them disappeared from the memory.
Ren Qing pinched her temples and leaned against the wall, recording on the wall with her fingers.
But as long as you close your eyes, you will forget it in the blink of an eye, and finally rely on connecting unrelated memories to barely remember it.
Ren Qing suspected that there were more than three pyrotechnics on Hexing Street.
What is it that can affect memory and even forcibly erase every living person from the Sibu Zhai in the Yamen?
There should be no strange objects on their bodies, otherwise the jailer will definitely notice it.
Is it some kind of restricted area?
We must know that the strange objects above the half-corpse realm are intelligent. If a large number of monks die in the restricted area, what kind of existence will those strange objects form?
The heavy pupils in Ren Qing's eyes turned, and his right hand couldn't help but hold the handle of the Damiao knife. Even his legs were covered in werewolf transformation.
It took him more than ten breaths to calm down, but the sense of urgency in his heart was like a dark cloud.
It stands to reason that if the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up, but under the nest, there will be intact eggs.
