The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Those who had previously wanted to join the Chamber Pot God Cult but were hesitant now felt relieved.

If the backstage you just found falls down in the blink of an eye, it would be a big joke.

The few black people behind were at a loss, obviously not expecting this.

They regretted it a little, especially because the stench on their foreheads was still there and they couldn't be wiped away. The mark looked like a mark of ridicule.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: Okay, lead the way.

A black man hesitated and shouted: Boss?

Zhao Chuanxin turned around: What boss? It's really unpleasant. From now on, I'll call you the leader. Remember, we are law-abiding and good people.

Can law-abiding citizens come here?

Um, leader, what about us?

Zhao Chuanxin said to the Irish gang and the Jews behind him: Do you remember what I said? These people belong to our Chamber Pot God Sect. If anyone dares to make a mistake, don't blame me for turning against them.

Although he was summoned to cooperate with the investigation, no one really dared to contradict him at this time.

Come to the interrogation room.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his devil crystal glasses and saw Andrew Miller sitting next door, also being interrogated.

Opposite him was an Irish-American police detective from the New York Police Department named Charles Baker.

From the moment he walked in, Zhao Chuanxin noticed this man's hostility toward him.

This should not only be because of the camp relationship between the two parties.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that this matter was not that simple.

Charles Baker lit a cigarette and crossed his legs.

He was about to speak when he saw Zhao Chuanxin also crossed his legs, took out a cigar and lit it.

Charles Baker: “…”

Where are the handcuffs? Where are the shackles? Where did the cigars and matches come from?

You know, these are all prepared before entering the interrogation room.

Firstly, it prevents prisoners from violent violence and hurting others. Secondly, it is also a symbol of identity and status. A free police detective can suppress criminals at a psychological level.

He clearly saw Zhao Chuanxin wearing handcuffs and leg irons just now?

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip and exhaled the smoke: Ask me, what's the matter?

This stopped what Charles Baker wanted to say.

How do you explain that the locks on the doors of your cell, Andrew Miller's cell, the solitary cell, and Harry Vanderbilt's cell were all broken?

Oh, it wasn't me who broke it. What should I explain? You can ask someone to install the door lock. They cut corners.

you……

Charles Baker was confused: Don't make excuses. It was clearly you who did it. You killed these people.

Huh? Officer, if you do this I will sue you for defamation. Where is the evidence?

If there was evidence, it would have been given to the prosecutor and submitted to the court. Why is there an interrogation?

Charles Baker asked from a different angle: Tell me, where were you that night?

Confinement room.

But why did you show up at the playground this morning?

It's too stuffy in there, let's go out and get some fresh air.

How could you leave the solitary room just by thinking about it?

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar in his mouth and said cheerfully: Didn't I tell you before? The door lock was built with jerry-rigged materials and the lock is broken.

It was the first time that Charles Baker saw such a fearless criminal.

He put out the cigarette.

Said: I advise you to understand your situation. You have killed four people, no, 11, although they were all criminals. If I were you, I would admit that I killed Harry Vanderbilt. of.

Officer, you know what? I'm really glad I'm not you.

Charles Baker was stunned and asked: What do you mean?

Because you're such a coward, and you admit it wasn't you.

Farke! Charles Baker was furious and stood up suddenly.

Out of habit, he began to think of using some violent means of interrogation.

The police at this time did not follow so many rules.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head: Officer, I said you are a bitch, but you still don't admit it. Think about it seriously, can you beat me?

Charles Baker's heart tightened.

In terms of fists and kicks, he was 100% unable to defeat a murderer who killed six people, killed four, and maimed two.

Zhao Chuanxin has no handcuffs or shackles.

However, Charles Baker took out his revolver, slapped it on the table, and threatened: I can say you assaulted the police and shoot you!

Zhao Chuanxin is wearing resolute armor.

On a hot day, I would rather sweat than take off my clothes. Why?

He leaned back in his chair easily, holding a cigar in his hand, and said cheerfully: Let me tell you, seven steps away, the gun is fast. Within seven steps, I am fast! If you don't believe me, will you try it?

Are you awesome? Just brag.

Seeing that he really didn't panic at all, I think Charles Baker actually somewhat believed him.

This person is really evil.

His lips trembled: Okay, very good.

He was so angry that he said something he shouldn't have said: I'm not afraid to tell you. Later, I will ask the prison guards to take you back to the solitary room and guard the door of the solitary room 24 hours a day. Then, I will find someone and Andrew... I believe you can think clearly about what will happen if Miller stays in the same cell.

After saying that, he felt very happy.

Damn it, Faker, should he be dumbfounded now?

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and pointed at Charles Baker: Don't sleep too hard at night.

The cigar bounced and hit the wall, creating a trail of sparks.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted outside: Prison guard, take me away.

Charles Baker smiled arrogantly: What can you do to me? You can't even protect yourself. The day you get out of the solitary cell will be the day you sit in the electric chair.

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly saw the shadow of a criminal in this person.

This man is definitely not a serious police officer.

The prison guards took Zhao Chuanxin away without requiring him to be handcuffed.

Because you can’t stand it, you know?

This is a secret that all prison guards know.

Anyway, if you don't provoke him, he won't hurt anyone.

After going out, Zhao Chuanxin asked: What was the name of the second-rate police detective just now?

The prison guard was really afraid of him and didn't dare not answer: Charles Baker, from the New York City Bureau.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

He was put into solitary confinement again.

Sure enough, there were three prison guards standing guard outside, not planning to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife and dug a hole in the wall.

He also took out a pile of sand, used a mud trowel glove to gather the sand into a tower, and blocked the entrance of the hole.

Putting on the cloak of shadow, Shi Shiran came to Andrew Miller's cell.

Not long after, two prison guards escorted a prisoner wearing a vest over.

This is an Irishman.

There is also a tattoo on the shoulder.

Zhao Chuanxin wore a shadow cloak and hid in the darkness aside, writing down the tattoo pattern.

He didn't even get up, he just took out the elf carving knife, extended the blade, and poof...

The Irishman escorted by the two prison guards suddenly fell down in shock.

The two prison guards were startled: Hey, what's wrong with you?

Touch his nose.

Fake, I'm out of breath! What on earth is going on?

Carry it away first!

Zhao Chuanxin waited for a while, but no one came again.

Then he tiptoed back.

Not long after, the door to the confinement room was opened.

Warden Thomas Osborne stood outside his cell.

He looked complicated: Sir, I know you are a reasonable person.

There was a straw futon under Zhao Chuanxin's buttocks, and he was sitting cross-legged on it.

Hearing this, he raised his head and bared his teeth and smiled: Oh, I am really good at persuading people with reason. I wonder if that Charles Baker has been defeated?

The warden smiled bitterly: I don't know if he will accept it, but I will.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his nails: Aren't you shouting slogans and want me to sit in the electric chair? I'll wait for that.

That's nonsense. If you want to impose the death penalty, you have to first be prosecuted by the police, and then the prosecutor submits the materials to the court. I don't have these powers.

You're quite interesting. Zhao Chuanxin smiled: Then why are you here? Do you want to tell me that you are convinced?

The warden sighed.

Since Zhao Chuanxin entered here, many people have died.

He has heard from the prison guards that no cell or confinement can hold Zhao Chuanxin, and any handcuffs or shackles will cause him to disappear for no reason.

Because of a series of bizarre deaths of prisoners, the prison guards were in a state of panic and were frightened to the point where they did not even dare to take care of Zhao Chuanxin without handcuffs.

Even on duty in the solitary room, you have to draw lots, and only the unlucky ones come.

He deliberated: Sir, I will ask someone to arrange the best cell for you. Whatever you want, I will try my best to satisfy you. I only ask you one thing, don't let anyone die again.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up.

The warden's hair stood on end, his expression changed, and he took a step back.

Zhao Chuanxin walked out, and the warden was frightened to retreat, as if facing a formidable enemy.

On the other hand, several prison guards had figured out Zhao Chuanxin's temper. As long as they didn't provoke him, everything would be fine, so they weren't too afraid.

Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the narrow solitary room, stretched, and turned to look at the warden: You haven't figured out the essence of the matter yet. As long as you let Andrew Miller be fine, there won't be any death here. Even , I can make your prison a model prison.

The warden's eyes suddenly lit up.

He ignored the previous part, but he caught the key point in the last sentence: Sir, can you really make this a model prison?

If anyone else said so, the warden would spit in his face.

Xinxin Prison is full of damn heavy-duty prisoners and has nothing to do with the model prison.

But Zhao Chuanxin is too evil.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his index finger: There is only one thing. If you let Andrew Miller die, then, Mr. Warden, you will have to turn a blind eye when you sleep.

The warden's expression changed: Are you threatening me?

No criminal had ever dared to threaten him like this.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was unconvinced and was about to get angry, so he reminded him: Shocking, why did the Irish die suddenly at the door of the cell? Why are there so many accidents in Xinxin Prison?

...

The warden doesn't understand the shock department.

But according to his understanding, Zhao Chuanxin had never been out of the solitary room, and he could understand the details so clearly, which simply made him shudder.

If an Irishman could be killed under the eyes of two prison guards, wouldn't he, the warden, be in danger?

At this moment, fear defeated authority and pride: Okay, I promise you.

after,

Some prisoners saw through the cell door that Zhao Chuanxin was strutting in front of him.

The warden and a group of prison guards, like his subordinates, followed closely behind him.

The prisoners stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Is Xinxin Prison about to be overturned?

The warden arranged Zhao Chuanxin in the best cell, which had brand-new beds and bedding, a bathroom and sink, tables and chairs, a cloakroom, and even a simple bookshelf.

Zhao Chuanxin stood in the cell and smiled at the warden: Since you have shown sincerity, I will also extend my friendship tomorrow.