Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

A mixture of stench and dampness filled the dim cell of the Northern Pacification Division.

Lu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking Zhao Wu up and down with sharp eyes, and did not say a word for a long time.

This silence made Zhao Wu, who was already as timid as a mouse, feel as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand and was about to jump out of his throat.

Zhao Wu's hands were tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, his fingertips were white, and he couldn't stop trembling slightly, as if the corner of his clothes was his last support in this turbulent world.

"I wonder what you want me to do, sir?"

Zhao Wu opened his mouth, with a barely concealed tremor in his voice, like a sick person shivering in the cold wind on a cold night.

His eyes were wandering like a frightened deer, and he didn't dare to look directly into Lu Feng's eyes.

Occasionally he would raise his head, then lower it instantly as if he were scalded.

Before Lu Feng could speak, Mao Xiang on the side couldn't hold back and spoke first.

His tone was as cold as the frost in December, "Zhao Wu, the key suspect in the Shanxi Military Horse Case that we caught earlier suddenly died, and Lord Lu came here to investigate the matter.

Tell us everything you know, and don't try to play any tricks on me.

Otherwise, the consequences will be something you cannot afford!"

When Mao Xiang said this, he deliberately emphasized the words "any concealment".

At the same time, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, shooting straight at Zhao Wu who was standing in front of the two of them.

Lu Feng keenly noticed Zhao Wu's strangeness, and thought to himself: What unspeakable secret is Zhao Wu hiding? Why is he so afraid?
What is the connection between this matter and Mao Xiang?
Unconsciously, Lu Feng rubbed the ring in his hand. This was his habitual action when thinking.

Lu Feng frowned slightly and waved his hand, and Mao Xiang immediately shut up tactfully.

Lu Feng took out a booklet from his arms and flipped through it casually.

A slightly sarcastic sneer appeared on his lips, "Zhao Wu, you are a selfish person, and your daily behavior is exposed!
Every time when work is assigned and there is an easier task, you rush to grab it like a hungry wolf, completely ignoring others.

When you encounter a new prisoner who needs special care, you pretend to be sick in order to avoid trouble.

He even exaggerated his illness in front of his colleagues, like a cunning old fox, and he would not stop until he pushed the task onto others.

When dealing with those important prisoners, you were selfish to the extreme.

When someone gives you a benefit, you smile all over your face like a puppy wagging its tail to beg for mercy.

If there is no profit, you will be cold as ice.

He even withheld other people's food, showing his meanness.

Zhao Wu, I didn't wrongly accuse you in this book, did I? "

Zhao Wu's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by lightning.

He never imagined that these little things, which seemed so ordinary to him, were secretly recorded one by one.

For many years, Zhao Wu has been harboring a simple dream.

He just wanted to live a stable life in the Jinyiwei, work hard to get promoted, and let his parents, wife and children at home live a good life.

Zhao Wu was afraid of offending the powerful and influential people in the Jinyiwei. In his eyes, those people were like ferocious and brutal tigers.

With just a glance, he could easily devour Zhao Wu, the little ant.

At the same time, he was also afraid of the vicious prisoners imprisoned in the cells, especially those with strong martial arts skills or deep backgrounds.

In Zhao Wu's mind, these people were like poisonous snakes hiding in the darkness, who could give him a fatal blow at any time.

Zhao Wu, who came from a poor peasant family, did not receive much education.

In addition, he has a low level of education and no wisdom.

When faced with complex situations, Zhao Wu was like a blind man groping in the dark, with no clue what to do.

In addition, his physical fitness is average and his martial arts skills are not outstanding.

When faced with sudden danger, Zhao Wu is often at a loss, like a candle flickering in the wind that may go out at any time.

Therefore, Zhao Wu is always worried in his daily work.

He often worried that the food would be poisoned when he delivered it, or that the prisoners would take the opportunity to escape.

These potential risks, like the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, made Zhao Wu unable to sleep or eat. Seeing the complicated internal struggles of Jinyiwei, he was even more frightened.

I am afraid that if I am not careful, I will be sucked into the cruel meat grinder of power.

Just when Zhao Wu thought he was about to be in great trouble, Lu Feng suddenly said, "Everyone who enters our Jinyiwei has a 'red and black account'.

If you make contributions, they will be recorded in a book with a red dot.

The records of mistakes will be in this black book of mine.

If there are too many things recorded in this black book, you will be in trouble!
Now I want to ask you, when delivering food to the key suspect these days, did you find anything unusual? "

Lu Feng's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the gloomy prison.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhao Wu's heart hard.

Zhao Wu's body trembled violently, and his eyes dodged in panic.

He stammered, "Sir, I deliver meals on time every day, and I didn't...I didn't notice anything unusual!"

Lu Feng snorted coldly and took two steps forward.

He crossed his arms over his chest and stared into Zhao Wu's eyes, as if he wanted to see through the other person's thoughts.

"Zhao Wu, you'd better think it over before answering!

The death of the imperial prisoner is a matter of great importance.

If you dare to conceal it, can you afford the consequences? "

Zhao Wu was so frightened that his legs went limp and he fell to his knees with a thump, his voice shaking violently.

"My lord, please forgive me!

I really dare not hide it.

It was… during those few days, when I delivered meals to the prisoners, I felt like they were worried and ate less than usual.

As for the rest... I really don't know!"

Mao Xiang shouted impatiently, "Hmph, don't think no one knows about your daily thoughts.

This matter is of great importance now. If you dare to tell a lie, watch out for your head!"

As Mao Xiang spoke, he put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

There was a fierce look in his eyes, as if he was about to draw his sword and attack in the next second.

Zhao Wu was so scared that he kowtowed desperately, and his forehead hit the cold ground with a dull sound.

"Master Mao, please spare my life. Everything I said is true!"

Lu Feng waved his hand, signaling Mao Xiang to be quiet.

Then he turned to look at Zhao Wu, his tone slightly slower.

“Get up!

Zhao Wu, think about it carefully, was there anyone special who approached the criminal?
Did he say anything strange?"

As he spoke, Lu Feng pulled out a beautifully crafted silver wine flask from his arms, tilted his head back and took a sip.

Although he seemed nonchalant, he was actually paying close attention to Zhao Wu's every reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Zhao Wu stood up slowly, tremblingly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

He frowned and thought for a long time, then he said carefully: "My lord, one day when I was delivering food, I seemed to see a man in a black cloak hurriedly leaving the prisoner's cell.

I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time, and thought it was an adult who came to ask questions.”

Lu Feng's eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife when he heard this: "Did you see the man's appearance clearly?"

Zhao Wu quickly shook his head and said, "The man's hood was pulled down very low, so I couldn't see his face clearly.

I only saw that he was thin and walked very fast. "

(End of this chapter)