Pampering the sea

Although Xin Yue lowered her head when she first came to this prison, she didn't notice nothing during the process of being dragged all the way to the prison.

The code of command for special forces and officers, when in an unfamiliar environment, always listen to and hear all directions, and pay close attention to the surrounding movements.

At that time, her eyes scanned all around quickly, but she didn't see the person she was looking for.

In fact, there is no need to look at it, and it can be deduced from basic thinking that how could Chu Zhiling, a felon of the court, be locked up so close to the gate.

But it's funny to say, the reason why Zhu Yan didn't kill Chu Zhiling that day, but put him in prison for three days before beheading him, was to publicize the majesty of the emperor, to make an example of him in public, and to use Chu Zhiling to splatter blood to death in public. The whole body is used to describe his dignity and pride as an emperor.

As a bystander, Xin Yue would feel sorry for Yan Zhan no matter what, but he was full of talent but followed such a simple-minded idiot emperor. Such a dynasty would not collapse, it would be a shame for the golden rule of Chinese history for thousands of years.

But if she was a player in the game, Xin Yue would have to laugh no matter what. If Chu Zhiling really died because of herself, she would be caught in self-blame for the rest of her life.

It was already late at night, and most of the people in the cell were asleep. Even if they were awake, they would not think that a person wearing a jailer's clothes would be a jailbreaker, so Xin Yue is very safe now.

As Xin Yue walked in, the sound of excitement from gambling at the gate gradually faded away. Xin Yue picked up a torch hanging obliquely on the wall, continued walking in the corridor, and looked into the cell from time to time.

Strange, nothing at all!

"Ah!" Suddenly a loud cry sounded, and the air suddenly became very tense.

After the sound of "ah", there was no sound immediately, Xin Yue held his breath, the torch in his hand radiated light, and turned into a shapeless ghost on the wall, the atmosphere was extraordinarily weird.

"What is it called in the middle of the night? Isn't it just a few taels of silver lost? As for the bear look like dead parents?"

Seeing the silver stuffed into the bag by the mature jailer, the younger jailer yelled with his head in his arms, and said with a mournful face, "That's what I treated my daughter-in-law!"

"Fuck you, don't bet if you can't afford to lose! Go pee, don't let me see you dead when you come back!" The middle-aged guard kicked the young guard away in disgust, and walked away cursing.

Only the grunting of the prisoners remained in his ears. Xin Yue leaned his back against the wall and exhaled slowly.

There were empty cells ahead, Xin Yue couldn't help frowning.

It wasn't until he saw that there was a door in the innermost part that Xin Yue's frown gradually relaxed.

It should be here.

Xin Yue walked to the gate, took a rough look at the shape of the keyhole, opened his trouser legs, and took two strips of wire from the black cloth that bound his calves.

This kind of lock is too difficult to open, Xin Yue has never seen it before, and it is completely impossible to open it with a wire.

She first put a bar of wire into the keyhole, fiddled with it a few times, put her ear on it, and listened intently to the sound inside.

But the lock was too difficult to open. After one minute, Xin Yue still couldn't open it.

And, to add insult to injury, it seems, it seems, it seems, there is!people!Come!up!

"Why hasn't Zhang Ronghua seen it yet? Is he going to sleep in this prison?"

A slightly stronger jailer asked doubtfully.

"Who knows! Maybe he will meet his little lady." A jailer said while shaking the black cup in his hand, and knocked it heavily on the table, "Big or small?"

"size!"

"Okay, let's make a bet, buy it and leave it, buy it and leave it! —— Hey, you kid, you are always big and sometimes young, and you can't be sure when you move around. What exactly are you going to buy!"

The strong jailer didn't participate in their gambling, he frowned and said, "I'll go down and have a look."

After speaking, he opened the door and stepped down the steps with one foot.

Xin Yue had already held his breath. If the jailers found that Zhang Ronghua had been beaten unconscious and the woman who was supposed to be in the prison had disappeared, then they would have discovered that an assassin had broken in and fell into a passive position. The success rate of the operation will be greatly reduced.

"Hey, Brother Hu, there's no need to go, that kid Zhang Ronghua seems to have left early."

The sturdy jailer named Brother Hu stopped in his tracks and said, "Really? Did you see him go?"

"Yeah, I saw him come and leave soon after."

The jailer who spoke just sat up, and after saying these few sentences, he fell down and lay down on the straw mat again.

"Well."

The jailer named Brother Hu stopped in his tracks, turned his head back to the jailer's room, and closed the door with a soft bang.

"It seems to be gone."

The jailer who closed his eyes muttered in a low voice, and then said to himself: "It seems to be gone, but it seems not to be gone. He should go, he still has to work."

After saying these few words in a low voice, the jailer closed his eyes again, rolled over, pulled the quilt sideways, and was about to see Duke Zhou.

Xin Yue wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

Continue to fiddle with the lock in your hand.Still unable to untie it, tiny sweat oozed from the corner of Xin Yue's forehead, and a rare anxiety appeared on his usually indifferent face.

Calm down, Xin Yue, you have to calm down.

Don't panic.

It seems that there is a little eyebrow.

But at this moment, the door where the jailers were located creaked open again.

"I always feel that something is wrong. It seems that there is a smell of kerosene." The jailer Chen Hu frowned, pushed open the door, and walked down the steps.

He came forward step by step.

pat, pat, pat.

The atmosphere suddenly became very quiet, only the sound of footsteps landing in Xin Yue's ears.

He only needs to turn a corner, and he can see Xin Yue.

Xin Yue could see his boots, and he was coming over soon.

It was eerily quiet, and even the rustling of boots on the ground could be heard clearly.

"No one." Under the dim candlelight, the jailer looked at the emptiness in front of the iron gate, and muttered to himself, seeing nothing unusual, he didn't approach.

After speaking, he turned around and walked back.

If he approached the gate now, he must have seen a lock that fell on the ground, but it was a pity that he turned around.

Xin Yue pressed his back against the door, his clenched fist finally loosened, and his palm was cold.

With the dim light of the fire, Xin Yue looked at the room. There were various chains on it, as well as blood-stained crosses and some iron objects. This should be the torture chamber.

Xin Yue stepped forward, stepping on the ground with his thin boots, as if there was no sound.

Now there is no one here, which is inexplicably weird.

There was another door inside, which was not locked. Xin Yue hesitated and put his hand on the doorknob.

At this time, the door suddenly opened from the inside.