Yi Song

Chapter 87 Kill one first and then talk

"It's me, what do you call me?" Liu Guozhang replied.

"Ren Wuliang is the prisoner of Xiaxi Prison, and he is known as Ren Heilang." Ren Wuliang said matter-of-factly, with his hands behind his back.

"People look quite dark, but I don't know if their hearts are dark or not." Liu Guozhang said.

Ren Wuliang's face suddenly turned cold.

"Prisoner, you were just promoted?" Liu Guozhang asked casually.

"Yes, I was just a police officer in the morning. I received official duties at noon, and now I am in charge of this area." Ren Wu replied with a bright smile.

"Congratulations on your promotion. Why don't you all come together and set up a few tables to celebrate for Ren Yaojiao?"

Ren Wuliang stared at Liu Guozhang and sneered: "Liu Erlang regards the Western Prison as his own yard. It is against the rules to only lock you up in such a big prison!"

Liu Guozhang looked at him quietly.

"Come on!"

"exist!"

"Bring in all the prisoners."

Seven or eight police officers came over with more than a dozen prisoners, some with unkempt hair and ragged clothes, some with fierce eyes and fleshy faces, and even one prisoner who was fat and stupid.

"Put these criminals in jail."

"Yes."

Liu Guozhang glanced from Ren Wuliang's face to the faces of the policemen behind him, and met the eyes of one of them. Knowing what he knew, he simply turned around, sat down on the bed, and watched the fourteen or five prisoners being pushed in one after another. In one corner.

"It's good. I've been alone for the past two days and it's been quite lonely. With so many people here, it's become more popular."

"Then Liu Erlang will help take care of these prisoners." Ren Wuliang smiled, his face suddenly turned cold, and he turned and left.

The big man with fierce eyes among the prisoners came forward, cupped his hands and said: "Erlang, we all know how powerful you are, killing people is like mowing grass, we are not enough people to squeeze between your teeth.

We were helpless and couldn't help ourselves. We were singled out by the jailer Ren and had to be crammed in here. We asked Erlang for your forgiveness. We just huddled together in this group, Erlang slept in his own room, and we never disturbed him. "

"Yes, yes." The other prisoners nodded and said while bending down.

One of the unkempt, thin, dark men took the initiative to bring the urine bucket over here, "We pee at night, so we can't disturb Erlang."

"It's quite interesting. In this case, everyone will be in peace."

After night falls, the lights in the prison are dim, the sounds of snoring rise and fall, and the sounds of moans and howls can be heard from time to time. This is the sound of a person who has been tortured and cannot bear it.

Liu Guozhang was lying on the bed, soundly asleep, his breathing long and steady.

Fourteen or five prisoners were huddled in a corner. It was difficult to turn over. They were grinding their teeth, snoring, farting, and talking in their sleep.

At two o'clock in the morning, Liu Guozhang suddenly got up and sat on the bed for a while, feeling sleepy. Then he let out a long yawn and staggered towards the urine bucket.

"Wow!" Liu Guozhang stood in front of the urine bucket, turned his back to the prisoners and started peeing.

In the middle of peeing, the thin dark man sleeping closest to the urine bucket got up quietly, took out a short blade from his arms, and stabbed Liu Guozhang in the back vest.

The short blade with scattered cold light was about to pierce the flesh. Liu Guozhang kicked his legs back, kicked the knife out of his hand, and then kicked him to the ground.

Liu Guozhang continued to urinate, trembled, put on his trousers, tied his belt, lowered his robe, tied his belt, and then turned around.

"It's so late at night that you can't even urinate safely."

The thin black man was lying on the ground, glancing at the short blade on the ground from the corner of his eyes, and said bitterly: "Erlang is indeed very skilled."

"You know I'm not easy to kill, so why do you dare to do it?"

"I have seven or eight lives on my body, and I will be stabbed sooner or later. If the prison guard keeps me alive, he will also give me a large sum of money. If it were you, would you dare to take the chance?"

"Ren Heilang can't protect himself, why should he keep you alive? Your mind is full of shit." Liu Guozhang said disdainfully, picked up the short blade and threw it outside the prison.

"Kill me! Liu Erlang, kill me!" The thin black man roared crazily.

"It's easy to kill you, but he fell into Ren Heilang's plan. He knew that you definitely couldn't kill me, so he wanted me to kill you, so he would have an excuse to have an attack. For example, he would put me in a dungeon and put me in shackles."

The skinny dark man's expression changed, his eyes filled with joy.

"But I have to kill you."

"Kill me? Aren't you afraid that Ren Yaojian will have an attack?" the thin black man asked in surprise.

"There are thousands of ways to kill people, and I have many ways to kill people that are invisible to others." Liu Guozhang pinched the thin black man's neck, lightly pressed his right thumb on his arteries, and fainted at that moment.

"You!" Liu Guozhang pointed at the fat man with big ears.

"Me?" the fat man asked in surprise.

"Yes, that's you. How much do you weigh?"

"One hundred and sixty pounds (note 1), maybe." "Your family owns a restaurant? He's tall and strong."

Liu Guozhang asked as he pulled the unconscious black and thin man into the open space in the middle.

"No, I've been eating Bawang Meal since I was a kid."

"Ah? That's weird. Why did you come in? Come, lie on this guy's body."

"He came in after eating the King's meal. Lying on top of him? Okay, I'm lying down." The fat man lay on top of the thin black man. After a while, the thin black man's breath became disordered.

"You're going to be thrown into this prison just for eating the King's meal?"

"I ate Bawang Dinner five times in Fanlou in a month. The shopkeeper was so angry that he sent me a notice and locked me in."

"Went to Fanlou to eat Overlord's meal five times? You're awesome! You'll be starved and thin before you go out to eat."

As Liu Guozhang spoke, he walked to the bed, lay down and looked sideways at the fat man and the thin black man who were getting up and down.

"Erlang, are you just sleeping like this?" the fat man asked.

"Just fall asleep like this. In less than two hours, the guy under you will die. No matter how brilliant a person is, he will die of illness."

Liu Guozhang's voice was not loud, but everyone listened to his voice.

At the third watch, the fat man snored loudly. A messenger came over for inspection, glanced at the prison, and without saying a word, picked up the short blade from the corridor.

At the fourth watch, the fat man continued to snore loudly.

Liu Guozhang stood up and touched the nose and neck of the thin black man. There was no breath or pulse.

Stand up and kick the fat man awake.

"what's up?"

"Go back to sleep."

"it is good!"

The fat man obediently returned to the corner, and the crowd squeezed out an empty seat for him to lie down.

Liu Guozhang dragged the thin black man, put him back to his original sleeping position, and went back to bed to sleep.

At dawn, Ren Wuliang came over with seven or eight people. When he saw Liu Guozhang sleeping on the bed, he couldn't help but frowned, pointed inside and said, "Call Tian Xigou out."

The two guards opened the door and walked in. The prisoners got out of the way, but the thin, dark man was still lying there, motionless.

A policeman stepped forward and kicked the thin black man.

"Tian Xigou, let Heilang call you!"

After a few kicks, there was no response at all. The two chaiba felt something was wrong and hurriedly knelt down to check.

"If you are held in prison, Tian Xigou is dead."

"Dead?" Ren Wuliang's face lit up, "How did he die? Are there any injuries?"

"No, it looks like he died of illness!"

"Nonsense!" Ren Wuliang rushed into the prison and turned Tian Xigou over.

His face was ashen, his lips were blue, his mouth was slightly open, his eyes were closed, and he died peacefully.

After looking all over, there were indeed no scars.

Several people present were old criminals, and it was easy to tell how someone died.

Tian Xigou must have died unexpectedly, but no matter how you look at it, he died of illness.

Reporting it to the police was just a matter of handing down a copy, casually looking at it, and writing down the file: "Tian Xigou, died." Then that was the end of the matter.

Liu Guozhang lay on his side on the bed, facing inward, and said in a strange tone: "Unfortunately, one of them died of illness the night after I moved in. This prison has bad feng shui, and it takes a tough life to survive. If a few more die of illness, I will be imprisoned. How can you follow me?" Are you going to explain it to the top?"

Ren Heilang's face was really dark this time.

"Take the dog out and bury it."

"What about the other prisoners?"

"Go back to the original prison first."

Ren Wuliang looked at Liu Guozhang's back lying on the bed and said coldly: "Liu Erlang, what a trick. Now I'm going back on duty. I'll have fun with you when I come back on duty in the evening."

Liu Guozhang turned over, sat on the bed, looked at Ren Wuliang, and said with a smile: "Old Ren is leaving, I will give you a ride!"

Ren Wuliang snorted and walked away.

Note 1: In the middle of the Northern Song Dynasty, one pound was about 640 grams. This 160 pounds is equivalent to the current 205 pounds.

(End of this chapter)