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Chapter 244
If Zhang Wenxuan's hunger strike is to die rather than surrender, Lin Yitang's not eating or drinking is more important for personal hygiene.

Eating and drinking means going to the toilet. This airtight dungeon is already stinky. If you eat and drink, it’s not a hell on earth!

In addition to wearing ankle shackles like Zhang Wenxuan, his hands were always handcuffed, and the movements of his hands and feet were restricted.

There is nowhere to show his kung fu, at most he can walk around a square meter, and he can dodge mice.

As soon as he saw the cell door open, all the anger he had accumulated throughout the day exploded.

He smashed everything that could be thrown and smashed, and scolded everything that could be scolded.

Dishes, large and small, fell to pieces as soon as they hit the ground.

The food in the bowl is not good or bad, it is scattered all over the ground.

Sergeant Liu and the prison guards had half-smiles, and when he was done smashing, they were tired of cursing and began to comment.

"Look at this shirt button, it's sterling silver."

"No, there are foreign characters on the belt buckle, so it looks like an imported product."

"The leather shoes are also top-notch!"

Lin Yitang was so enraged by the two people in front of him.

Ever since he was a child, no one has dared to make fun of him face to face except for having experienced a life-and-death calamity!
Reluctantly, a drop of water did not enter, and the old wounds in his body had not healed, so he really didn't have much strength to fight back.

The prison guard took a few steps forward, reached out and grabbed his hair:
"Boy, you reincarnated well, the Lin family is really rich—"

"We don't eat or drink, and we can't afford all of your clothes after saving for five years!"

All of them were furious, but unfortunately their throats were so thirsty that they were smoking, and they couldn't exert their energy.

After working hard for a while, I managed to save a mouthful of saliva and spit it on the other person's face.

"I bother!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The prison alarm slapped him four loudly, causing his cheeks on both sides to swell up.

Yitang felt the tip of his nose heat up, and the familiar smell of blood came.

The last time I had a nosebleed was when I was hospitalized.

The soup Mrs. Lin gave was too sweet, and Lin Mi who was taking care of him by his side was so pretty.I still remember the best days in my life
This time, he was too hungry, and the slap was too hard.As soon as the prison guard finished slapping, another person impatiently stretched out a black hand.

My God, looking at this posture, it is the rhythm to continue to draw. . . . . .

Lin Yitang tilted his head vigorously, and Sergeant Liu took a moment to spare.

Sergeant Liu specializes in dealing with all kinds of rebellious people and has rich experience.Immediately, he became angry from embarrassment, and kicked his feet indiscriminately!
Now, Yitang no longer has the strength to be a hero.He was kicked hard on the stomach a few times, and almost didn't spit out his internal organs.

"Sheriff. Don't. Kick."

"Hehe, it depends on whether you are willing to listen or not.

"I listen..."

Sergeant Liu showed a greedy look, and raised his hand to slap him on the face.

"Money, possessions outside your body! Since you are willing to spend a lot of money on clothes, don't you want to buy your life with money?"

"Boom!" He was punched again in the chest, right where he was shot and had surgery.

Yitang was extremely dizzy before his eyes, and fell to the ground involuntarily.

He swallowed the blood from the corner of his mouth together with the nosebleed, and rested for 2 minutes before he recovered.

"How much do you want?"

Sergeant Liu stretched out ten fingers and sneered:

"Not much, just ten small gold bars, which is Mr. Lin's pocket money."

"I heard that your lord is a rich man, how can you not part with this little money?"

Yitang nodded feebly.

His whole body was helped up by the prison guards.

"Come on, be obedient, or you won't suffer!"

"Mr. Lin, where are the ten gold bars? We hope you take them out as soon as possible and send a telegram tonight."

"it is good."

Sergeant Liu showed joy when he saw that he was obedient.

So he deliberately lowered his voice, "There is one more thing, listen to me—"

"Where are the cultural relics in your uncle's collection?"

In fact, the Lin residence has been searched several times.

Except for the collection of books and common items of wealthy families, there is no large amount of cash, not to mention the legendary treasures that Major General Lin bought over the years.

Sergeant Liu naturally has no right to carve up the things in Lin's house, but now that he has Major General Lin's nephew and son-in-law, there is still hope to dig out clues.

"I really don't know."

The prison guard rolled up his sleeves and punched him a few times, but there was no response.

Sergeant Liu took a closer look at his condition and found that something was wrong.

"This kid can't die, the gold bars will be gone!"

His eyes were closed, he was curled up, his breath was coming and going, and he looked really dying.

"Call the prison doctor!"

The prison guard ran out, shouting as he ran:
"Wang Lao Liu, come quickly, a prisoner is sick!"

The sound was surprisingly loud, and it also woke up Zhang Wenxuan who was in a coma.

In this kind of place, you won't go to the prison doctor for minor ailments and pains, it must be a serious illness.

As a conscientious doctor, his first reaction was to go out to save lives and heal the wounded.

But his body was full of scars and he was still wearing shackles, so he was really powerless.

The so-called prison doctor is not even a barefoot doctor.

It's just that I'm a little distant relative with the prison guard, so I take care of him and get a salary.

Prisoners are afraid of hearing these three words: Others are rejuvenated, and this person will die if he strikes.

This Wang Laoliu, who is not even considered a quack doctor, yawned, swayed, and came with a medicine box on his shoulders.

The body is fat, the movements are slow, and the spirit is like a lame bear.

He turned Lin Yitang who was lying on the ground over and over again, shook his head and said:

"There's nothing to cure here. Lay down the valuable clothes on your body while it's hot, and drag them out before dawn to bury them."

It's hard to deal with young master Lin's death
Not only can't get the gold bars, but also can't find the treasures hidden by the Lin family!

Sergeant Liu scratched his head and thought about it, and finally made up his mind.

"Bring the doctor who is locked in Room 1!"

There was another commotion outside the door.

Before Zhang Wenxuan had time to see the person who came in, Sergeant Liu personally came over and unshackled him.
"Quick, come with us!"

Before he had time to figure out what happened, he instinctively staggered to his feet, only to realize that he couldn't move forward at all.

Seeing that he couldn't walk, Sergeant Liu hurriedly asked a prison guard to run hurriedly into the corridor with him on his back.

With this posture, is he going to let him go, or kill him?

When he reached the last cell, Sergeant Liu asked someone to put him down and supported him with both hands.

Looking at the dark corridor of the dungeon, Zhang Wenxuan sighed.

"Could it be that I'm going to be executed here tonight?!"

Unexpectedly, the bursts of commands in his ears made Zhang Wenxuan feel like in a dream:

"Little Hua Tuo, I'm counting on you tonight!"

"Treat me well, don't worry about anything else!"

"What medicine do you want, just say it!"

Zhang Wenxuan stretched out his blood-stained hand and wiped it on the same blood-stained white coat.

The dungeon was dimly lit, except for a very small oil lamp.

One lens of his glasses was broken when he was arrested the day before yesterday, and his vision was blurred.

"Change to a brighter light, let me see the patient's condition first."

(End of this chapter)