When Ye Qing was about to step into the main hall of the prison, he stopped and waited for a moment. Seeing that Chen Zhi had not moved yet, he lowered his head and hunched his shoulders to make himself look shorter.
Li Si looked at the rushing figure from behind and asked in confusion:
"San'er, why are you going?"
"Give something to the prisoner."
Ye Qing lowered his voice and imitated Zhang San.
Li Si raised his eyebrows, thinking that Zhang San had drunk too much last night and his throat was still uncomfortable, so he poured himself a glass of hot water.
But the next moment, the teacup that was about to touch his lips was hovering in mid-air.
Li Si, who frowned, looked towards the dark corridor where no one was around.
"No, I look taller, my clothes don't fit, and my voice isn't right..."
Suddenly, Li Si's expression changed in shock. He quickly stood up, drew out his horizontal knife and took a few steps forward. The tall man suddenly stopped where he was.
After his expression changed a few times, he immediately retreated, locked the iron door of the prison, turned around and ran towards the government office.
Ye Qing, dressed in jailer's clothes, appeared in front of the prison.
Chen Zhi, who put the knife on Zhang San's neck, immediately felt relieved after seeing clearly that the person coming was Ye Qing.
He removed the knife, picked up a piece of roast duck, tore into it and asked:
"Master, why are you back again?"
Thinking of the cold-faced man who was as strong as a bear, helplessness appeared on Ye Qing's face. He silently took off the jailer's clothes, sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up a piece of roast duck and took a bite, then said vaguely:
"There's a guy squatting on me on the street. I can't beat him."
hiss!
Chen Zhi gasped.
In Youdao, those who rush are afraid of being stunned, those who are stunned are afraid of being lateral, and those who are arrogant are afraid of losing their lives.
He couldn't beat someone like Ye Qing, but he was forced to go back to prison and continue to suffer. How powerful that person was!
Chen Zhi looked at Ye Qing carefully with big and small eyes. Seeing that he had no injuries, Chen Zhi's face was full of doubts.
However, he knew that asking was in vain, so he put on the jailer's uniform with eager eyes.
He washed his face with bad wine as usual, but the wounds on his face were stained with wine, and he grimaced in pain.
Ye Qing looked at it in amusement, until Chen Zhile finished tidying up, then he said:
"Your hair is so dirty that it's tangled, and your face is covered in injuries. You can tell at a glance even when you put on jailer clothes."
"You'd better take this jailer out honestly."
Immediately, Chen Zhi's expression froze. He didn't say anything. He drank the remaining bad wine in the jug, raised his head and poured the jug into his mouth, and smacked his tongue a few times. The talent and ideas are not yet exhausted:
"I've been poor all my life, and this is the second time I've drank."
Ye Qing, who was silent, glanced at the lotus leaf bun with only the duck bones left, and then glanced at the duck blood vermicelli that was half eaten by Chen Zhi, with a look of pity in his eyes.
Still not satisfied, he shrank to the corner and lay down, assuming the same curled-up posture as before.
"When you see the prefect, mention me as a fellow prisoner!"
"Master?"
Chen Zhi's face was full of doubts. Seeing that Ye Qing was not talking, he looked at Ye Qing deeply after eating and drinking. He took a deep breath and slapped Zhang San's face several times with the back of the knife to wake him up.
"Don't move, be careful with your knife!"
The cold and hard touch made Zhang San, who had just opened his eyes, tremble all over and wake up immediately.
He lay down obediently, looking in horror at Chen Zhi, who had put on his own clothes with a ferocious face, and threatened in a stern voice:
"You, what do you want to do?"
"Chen Zhi, let me tell you, holding the jailer hostage with the intention of escaping from prison are both capital crimes."
Chen Zhi smiled ferociously and said: "Haha, Zhang Tou, don't forget, I am a death row prisoner."
"Get up and go out with us. Since you are taking care of me these days, I will spare your life."
Gudong!
Zhang San said nothing, his head was pounding, and he hurriedly responded.
"Easy to say, easy to say. I will definitely cooperate with you. Just be careful with your knife!"
While talking, Zhang San stood up slowly while holding on to the wall, and under the threat of Chen Zhi, who was desperate, he walked out of the cage.
The moment he left the cell door, Zhang San glanced inside the cell out of the corner of his eye. When he saw Ye Qing still lying in the corner, in the same lying position he had seen before, he withdrew his suspicious eyes.
The journey was smooth.
Just when Chen Zhi took Zhang San to the prison door in fear.
The iron gate of Huaiyang City's prison, glowing with black iron, tightly blocked his way out.
Chen Zhi was dumbfounded, and then with a ferocious face like a caged animal, he kicked Zhang San in the leg, knocking him to pieces, handed the knife over, and roared hysterically:
"Why is the door closed? Where is Li Tou? Where are the others?"
Zhang San looked at the horizontal knife that had cut his own neck, with blood dripping from the blade. His liver and gallbladder trembled, and he wanted to cry but said without tears:
"I, I don't know either!"
Then, fearing that he would die by his own sword, he rushed to the door, banged the door hard, and yelled at the top of his lungs:
"Li Si, Li Si, where are you? My life is gone. Why are you closing the door?"
"Li Si, come out and open the door quickly!"
…
After shouting for a while, Zhang San's voice became hoarse.
He desperately held the iron door of the prison and collapsed on the ground. He looked pleadingly at Chen Zhiqiu, who looked ferocious and was about to lose his mind:
"Chen Zhi, no, it's none of my business. I didn't expect this door to be closed."
"You, you must not kill me, don't kill me!"
The jailer of Tian was in the Huaiyang City Prison. At this moment, he knelt down and kowtowed to the prisoners on death row who had been humiliated by him in the past.
This scene made the prisoners in the nearby cages feel extremely happy. They all looked at it with schadenfreude and wished they could rush out and kill Zhang San immediately.
However, no matter how excited they were, they would never jeer. They just stayed and watched the show.
If Zhang San is not dead, if they shout and scream today, they will definitely suffer inhuman abuse in the future.
At the same time, he looked at Chen Zhi who looked like a madman with pity, but also had a glimmer of hope that Chen Zhi could escape.
But they knew this was impossible.
How can one escape from Huaiyang City's prison so easily?
Not to mention that the iron door of the prison was tightly closed. Even if it was open, the person holding the jailer hostage could get out, but how many steps could he take?
A block away was the Huaiyang government office. A large group of police officers and ruthless bad guys would rush over at any time.
If the fuss gets louder, it is likely to attract the armored and armed Yangzhou Guards!
Jailbreak and escape?
It’s just a fool’s dream!
Just when Chen Zhi's eyes were red, his hand holding the knife kept shaking, his reason was on the verge of collapse, and he was about to kill someone to vent his anger.
The sound of footsteps entered the prison through the iron door.
Zhang San, whose head was bruised and bleeding from kowtow, pointed at the iron gate and said with tears of joy:
"People, someone is coming!"
The madness in Chen Zhi's eyes immediately dissipated. He quickly picked up the knife and put it on Zhang San's neck.
"Get up quickly and stand in front of me!"
"Yes, yes, Chen Zhi, you must be careful with your knife!"
Zhang San said pleadingly, but he stood up and turned his back to Chen Zhi, his eyes flashing.
Squeak!
The iron door opened wide, and figures appeared in front of Chen Zhi.
One of them felt relieved after seeing Chen Zhi with a bruised nose and swollen face.
