deceitful cultivator

Chapter 6 Prison as a restricted area

Not long after the corpse was burned, Ren Qing, who was finally free, was called to the public trial hall.

It wasn't because the corpse was moved to the east window in the middle of the night, it was mainly because the county magistrate ordered the summoning of the yamen servants, and the yamen servants in the entire western district were alarmed.

According to Ren Qing's understanding, such a big battle has something to do with weirdness.

The meeting room in the public trial hall is not big, and it is filled with wooden chairs, all of whom are pyrotechnic slaves in charge of the blocks in Sanxiang City.

They are generally over 30 years old, and many of them have gray hair, but Ren Qinglian is less than [-] years old.

The room was silent, Ren Qing sat near the door and took the opportunity to observe everyone.

Not long after, the scribe walked in with an ugly expression.

The clerk's surname is Zhao, who is in charge of the yamen's west district, and looks more like a shrewd businessman.

"To make a long story short, you should know more or less about the Eastern Prison, right?"

Ren Qing looked around, the expressions of the rest of the yamen servants became ugly, only he was full of confusion.

Zhao Shuli continued: "The inside has become a restricted area. After the guards have finished processing, you will be responsible for cleaning up the prison. Five people will be dispatched from each street to find some clever people."

The yamen servants agreed one after another. Although they don't have to take risks, they will easily lose their credibility if too many people die.

Ren Qing shook his head helplessly, it seemed that the four people talking on the street would definitely not be able to escape.

But he was curious, why is the prison worthy of such a mobilization by the Yamen, and what is the so-called restricted area?
Could it be that ghosts and gods are involved...

"When you are in the prison, remember not to expose any skin on your body, and clean the inside without leaving any debris."

Zhao Shuli began to talk at length, talking about some precautions, but the officials listened very carefully, and even lowered their heads to record.

The atmosphere in the house became more and more oppressive.

Ren Qing could clearly see the fear in the yamen servant's eyes.

Reasonably speaking, the dead people they have come into contact with add up to at least a thousand. How could they be so groggy?
"Let's all go back and prepare, and let the yamen servant who went to explain the funeral."

Zhao Shuli waved his hand, then turned and left the meeting hall.

Not long after he left, the yamen servants began to discuss loudly, and a conflict almost broke out, and their anxiety could be seen.

Ren Qing found a middle-aged fireworker in the corner and asked, "Excuse me, what happened in the prison?"

The middle-aged Xogong was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "Oh, no wonder I have to know, it turned out to be talking about the street..."

"The prison is in the eastern section of the yamen. It is said that the prisoners inside are all corpses due to cannibalism, but two batches of yamen servants have entered in the past few days. There are not enough manpower in the eastern section, so we can only come."

Ren Qing couldn't help but continued to ask: "Then what is a restricted area?"

"If there is a large-scale inexplicable tragic death, it will be a restricted area."

The middle-aged Huogong left anxiously after finishing his speech, and so did the rest of the yamen servants.

Ren Qing carefully considered the scribe's words. Are those seemingly absurd rules and regulations warning of something?
After he returned to Huogongtang, he dictated the matter to Li Mian and others immediately.

The two brothers of the Li family looked at each other, Li Mian swallowed and said, "I heard from the old man in the yamen that if you go to the restricted area, you are close to death..."

Xiao Wu was so frightened that he took a few steps back. Fortunately, after these few days of training, he became more courageous, at least he didn't fall directly to the ground.

Ren Qing pinched his temples and said, "Anyway, we can't escape, so it's better to be fully prepared, so as not to make mistakes."

"Okay, then listen to the police."

The three of Li Mian had already convinced Ren Qing, and gradually calmed down.

After eating and drinking, they covered their entire skin and put on two sets of thick clothes according to what the scribe said.

To be on the safe side, I also brought a short knife.

Only one pair of eyes is left to see things.

Ren Qing prepared some pig eyes and wrapped them in greased paper, and swallowed a few without worrying, so that the heat in his body would continue to flow.

In the restless waiting, the sun is about to set on the horizon.

A gong sounded somewhere in the yamen.

The four of Ren Qing walked out of the yard, and he finally reminded: "You follow me closely. If I don't touch anything, you don't need to make unnecessary movements."

"Understood, poor man."

Everyone looked at each other in silence, and followed the guidance of beating gongs to a relatively open place in the West District.

A team of hundreds of yamen servants is ready to go.

Ren Qing found that his attire was not exaggerated among them. Generally speaking, he wanted to wear iron armor in order to save his life.

After the assembly was over, Zhao Shuli hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the east area of ​​the Yamen.

The policemen I met on the road stopped one after another, their eyes looked very complicated.

By the time we reached the cell, the moon had already risen in the sky.

The cell doesn't look big from the outside, but it's not. The building extends three floors underground and can hold thousands of prisoners.

The path leading to the cell was already surrounded by officers and soldiers, and several guards in light armor and hats were standing under a tree not far away.

Ren Qing paused for a moment on one of the guards.

He met him a few days ago when he was cleaning up the blood, and he seemed to be holding an old human skin in his hand.

I thought it was related to some exercises, but now it feels like I am dealing with the weirdness in the cell.

Zhao Shuli shouted loudly: "Everyone, please bring out the corpses of the servants on the second floor first, and then deal with the other corpses."

Ren Qing secretly reviewed the details, and then slowly entered the prison with the crowd.

It was extremely damp behind the iron door, and even through two layers of turbans, one could smell the strange smell of rancidity mixed with blood.

The upper layer of prison was used by the jailers to rest, except for some traces of corpses being dragged, there was nothing unusual about it.

But the basement level is completely different.

I saw thick plasma wrapped on the wall, accompanied by pieces of flesh and blood, like a hell on earth...

The side-by-side cells are empty, but deep nail prints can be seen on the wooden railings, showing the pain of the prisoners before they died.

The Zaoli picked up the lime and began to clean it up, while the Pyroman went to the next level.

Ren Qing obviously felt that Xiao Wu was a little nervous, and his breathing became short of breath.

He patted Xiao Wu on the head, and the latter finally settled down.

After arriving at the second basement floor, Ren Qing found that the corpses inside had been almost removed by the pyrotechnic workers who came before.

Everyone still checked it carefully to make sure there was nothing missing.

Finally, the body of the dead fireworker was found on the stairs leading to the lower floor.

The dead body was distorted, the clothes on its body were tattered, and its expression was full of fear.

Ren Qing speculated that these fireworkers should have escaped from the third floor underground, and they don't know what they encountered.

Everyone cooperated to move away from the corpse. At this moment, something the size of a palm seemed to flash past the stairs.

Only Ren Qing noticed it, it seems to be a broken human skin?

(End of this chapter)