Nightwatcher

Sun Shangshu cast a cold sideways glance.

Huang Lang was like falling into an ice cellar, with his head down, he walked over in a panic.

"My lord, the incident happened suddenly, and the humble official did not have time to obtain the arrest documents. The main reason is that this person is a martial artist and the nephew of the sword guard Xu Pingzhi. He has the ability to abscond in fear of crime." It's only six feet away from me, but I can throw the pot in one tenth of a second.

"Mr. Zhou sent his subordinates to submit a lawsuit, saying that a thief beat him in the street, and said that he would let his blood splatter five steps."

"It's an emergency, and the humble official decided to take the person down first, so as not to abscond."

With the white clothes of Si Tianjian and the great scholars of Yunlu Academy present, he dared not lie, and there was no need to lie.

The fight between the two sides in the street was originally a matter of the top 50 boards of the majors.

Except that he did not arrest the documents, everything was done according to the rules. In the Ministry of Punishment, there are many examples of returning arrest documents.

Si Tianjian's white robes frowned.

Li Mubai and Zhang Shen looked at each other, the former took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "The saint said: A gentleman should be sincere."

Plop, plop, plop

Huang Langzhong felt that his heart was beating violently, and the blood rushed to his face. He felt ashamed and ashamed for lying.

He hated himself for lying, and his spirit protested violently against his despicable behavior.

The mouth was also angrily out of his will, and he spoke uncontrollably: "Mr. Zhou wants to kill Xu Qi'an and let him die in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice to vent his hatred! I, I want to sell Mr. Zhou a favor."

Feeling comfortable, Huang Langzhong sat down on the ground with sweat dripping from his forehead.

There was an uproar all around, and there were more than a dozen officials of the Criminal Department present, looking at Huang Langzhong, some with disdain, some with contempt, some gloating, and some shaking their heads and sighing.

"Despicable and shameless, I will definitely write a bulletin to impeach you tomorrow." The Ministry of Punishment suddenly got excited about the matter.

Sun Shangshu remained calm, glanced at Huang Langzhong, who was pale and dull-eyed, and ordered the officials under him: "Send me the word, let him go."

Amidst the clatter of shackles, Xu Qi'an was brought to the torture room. Mr. Zhou changed into an indigo robe, which was thick but not ugly.

He sat with a big horse, with one foot on the chair, and the ear that was crushed by Xu Qi'an was wrapped in a white muslin.

The thin old man in a blue coat with golden piping on his collar and cuffs stood beside him, staring at Xu Qi'an with sharp pupils, not hiding his murderous intent.

In addition, there were two jailers standing beside a pile of torture instruments, gloating at Xu Qi'an.

Young Master Jin Yi waved his hand, and a jailer took out a piece of paper from his arms, and threw it in front of Xu Qi'an.

"You have two ways to go now," Mr. Zhou said with disdainful eyes, "Plead guilty and put in prison; try all the instruments of torture here, and then plead guilty and put in prison."

Xu Qi'an glanced at it, and the content of the confession was roughly: Xu Qi'an, the fast hand of the Changle County Government, because of a quarrel with Zhou Li on the street, became murderous, and resorted to force to kill others, seriously injuring Zhou Li. Then the police arrived quickly, and the fast hand Xu Qi'an was arrested

The murderer was in the street, and the other party was the son of the servant of the household department. If I signed and pledged, the lightest thing would be exile. If the surname Zhou works it out, and sentence me to a vegetable market and behead the capital, it may not give me a way to survive.

Xu Qi'an withdrew his gaze and looked at Young Master Jinyi: "Sign and draw a deposit, so you don't suffer from flesh and blood?"

The corner of Zhou Gongzi's mouth twitched, as if he was playing with ants, and he said jokingly: "No, the choice I give you is: to be imprisoned first and then punished. Or be punished first and then be imprisoned."

Several jailers laughed.

Xu Qi'an's face was gloomy.

The more he is like this, the happier Mr. Zhou is, and he likes how others hate him, but they are helpless.

"Tsk tsk, scary, really scary." Zhou Li said with a smile: "Uncle Chen, are the shackles firm? What if this thief suddenly violently kills people, what should we do?"

The thin old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, young master, it's just an ant, and this old slave can kill me with a single slap."

"Then I'm relieved." Zhou Li got up, walked to the pile of torture tools, and talked freely: "There are twenty-four kinds of torture tools here, each of which can make people feel extremely painful, but they can't hurt their lives. They are used to extract confessions by torture. sharp weapon."

"I won't kill you, wouldn't that be too cheap for you."

"I heard that there are a total of 108 kinds of instruments of torture in the prison where the prisoners are tortured. Those who are imprisoned in it will never come out alive."

"It's a pity that you are not blessed to enjoy it, tsk tsk, what a pity."

Xu Qi'an couldn't help looking at the instruments of torture. There were chairs covered with iron nails, rusty steel needles, and dark red iron saws that had been stained with blood all year round. All of them were cruel and bloody.

Xu Qi'an's throat rolled, and his face turned pale.

Based on the time, Miss Caiwei from Sitianjian should have received the notification from Catcher Wang. Why hasn't she arrived yet? Why is she unwilling to save me?

No, that book I wrote is very tempting, but any alchemist should be scratching his heart and stomach after reading it, and can't wait to read the next content.

If you don't come to save me, even if I survive in the end, I will be useless when this set of torture instruments is used up. Xu Qi'an's forehead began to sweat.

He's a normal human being, and he gets scared too.

When Young Master Zhou was talking, he kept watching his face, and he was very satisfied when he saw it.

This kind of mouse-like game made him immerse himself in it and enjoyed it very much. He continued: "I heard that you were raised by your second uncle Xu Pingzhi since you were young, and you must have a very good relationship."

"Well, I have reason to suspect that this matter was planned by you and your second uncle."

He checked the blue veins on Xu Qi'an's forehead.

"Young Master Zhou, it's not written in the confession." A yamen servant asked why.

"Idiot, just write a new copy." Another jailer cursed.

"Then what are you waiting for, just write it here, in front of him." Mr. Zhou laughed wildly.

Laughter echoed in the torture room, and suddenly, the iron door of the confinement was opened, and a jailer led an official in green robes in.

The green-robed official glanced around and saw that Xu Qi'an was completely intact without any blood on his body, and was silently relieved.

"Bring me away."

Finally, at last, Xu Qi'an was relieved.

Several jailers in the torture room subconsciously looked at Mr. Zhou.

"My lord, we are interrogating a prisoner." Mr. Zhou looked away from the green robe symbolizing the fifth rank, and stared at the official's face, with a somewhat displeased expression.

The green-robed official smiled strangely: "This is the Ministry of Punishment, not the Ministry of Household Affairs. Mr. Zhou wants to interrogate prisoners, so go back to the Ministry of Household Affairs for interrogation. If the Ministry of Household Affairs is also in charge of prisons."

After finishing speaking, he shouted: "A few dogs, didn't you listen to me? Take him away."

PS: In the third shift today, I finished writing this plot. You guys are tired of watching this, well, let’s take it as a repayment of the boss first. Let's return Xiu'er first. After all, he is an old man in my harem, let's turn his cards first.

After it was put on the shelves, it was 3,000 words as a base. According to my urination when I wrote the second generation of demons, 4,000 words per chapter is the norm. I hope to see you reading: the newspapers are long and lasting.