The cell at the deepest part of the prison is the first cell in the prison and the most closely guarded cell. Except for the Supervision Department of the Second Department and the Grand Sima of the Supervision Department, no one knows the structure inside and behind the prisoner. All the files and materials on this cell must be transported by the Supervision Department and Grand Sima. The rest dare to approach and behead them immediately.

Deng Xinqi spent nearly a cup of tea hot and cold, and only entered the most special cell after passing the seventh floor of rigorous inspection. The previous inspection was not the distrust of the prison guards in Deng Xinqi, but to ensure that Deng Xinqi had no sharp objects or vessels that could be used by prisoners to escape. Those who could guard this cell were old spies who had been more than ten years old, so naturally they would not make mistakes in this matter.

When he entered the cell, he first passed down a dim corridor about ten feet, then turned around and pushed open a wooden door, and then entered the real cell. The scene in front of him also made Deng Xinqi suddenly enlightened.

It is about thirty feet in the space, and there are always room for daily necessities to change clothes. There are two simple-looking nannies in the corner. Apart from the darkness, this place is no different from ordinary people.

In front of the wall farthest from the door, there was a white-haired and white-bearded man wearing a thick linen coat. He was about 60 years old. He was not energetic, but at least he was supported by his spirit. Although he was sitting, his waist was subconsciously straight, like a spear that had been nurtured in the gun bag for decades, piercing the sky.

When Deng Xinqi came in, the old man was playing with his hands, and he was having fun with himself. However, when his hands were moving, the sound of iron chains came from time to time. This was because two black chains were tied to the pipa bone on his back. One end of the chain was penetrated into his body, and the other end passed through the wall, not knowing where it was.

Deng Xinqi knew that in addition to the old man's pipa bone and four black iron chains visible on his ankles, there were hundreds of golden threads buried under his long shirt. As long as the old man's movements were large, the golden threads would suddenly tighten.

In addition to these superficial measures, the old man's meals and drinking water were also specially made, and it was mixed with two carefully prepared medicines, including characterized, cartilage, and drowsy... everything is available, and it can be said that he can do everything.

Every time he saw this old man, Deng Xinqi sighed silently in his heart that the old man had been imprisoned in the deepest part of the prison. In the most closely guarded prison cell, the entire Second Division was still treating this person as if he was facing a great enemy. It was not an exaggeration to use these measures to limit the two young masters. They were all used on this old man. What exactly could he make the entire Second Division so look like he was facing a great enemy? What did he do to make the entire Supervisory Office so... scared?

Sitting down on the table and chair opposite the old man, Deng Xinqi smiled, reached out to rub his cheek and said, "I just came from your neighbor next door. His life treatment is not as good as you. I have served all the hot water on the tiger bench and pepper water. I don't live as well as you, you are so comfortable."

The old man raised his head, and a trace of disdain and sneer flashed on his wrinkled face. Perhaps because he had not communicated with others for a long time, the old man's voice was a little hoarse and his tone was a bit weird: "If I could make me punish the sentence like an ordinary prisoner, that would be a free and easy life. Now I live in a corner. I have never seen anyone except you and another spy this year. Do you think my life is more comfortable than the one next door? Then go and ask him if he wants to change it with me."

Deng Xinqi smiled and gestured to the two nannies beside him. Although these two were deaf and dumb, they were still sensitive to the gestures of the Supervision Bureau. They knocked on the iron pipe that was winding upwards, and soon, two food boxes were put down. Each of the two nannies placed the food boxes in front of Deng Xinqi and the old man.

The food in these two food boxes is the same, both steamed buns and two pieces of mutton, but the old man's portion was added with special seasonings, and Deng Xinqi's portion was clean.

Deng Xinqi picked up the chopsticks and held a chopstick of green vegetables into his mouth, and greeted enthusiastically: "Eat while chatting."

The old man didn't use chopsticks, and directly reached out and grabbed a piece of mutton and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it for a few seconds, he swallowed all the meat and bones. The old man licked his lips with unsatisfactory pleasure and said, "I can still eat two bites of mutton. Just talking about this, I have to thank you, but this mutton is not authentic. It is obviously a good mutton, but it was ruined by the chef and the heat is not controlled properly. What a pity."

Deng Xinqi smiled, picked up the chopsticks and inserted it into the mutton casually. The mutton was stewed softly, and the chopsticks directly peeled off a few pieces of fat and tender mutton. Deng Xinqi put the peeled mutton into his mouth and chewed it slowly, while saying, "The old man has not smelled the fishy smell of mutton for several years, but he hit the comments. If the old man doesn't become a spy, he will either be a chef or an old man after he goes out."

The old man picked up another piece of mutton and threw it into his mouth. This time he chewed it very slowly, as if he wanted to taste the taste of mutton that had not seen for a long time. After a long time, he raised his head and swallowed the mutton in his mouth. Without looking at Deng Xinqi, he kept in this position and said slowly: "Brother, you are right. Although I still have some talent in being a spy in this life, in fact, I still want to be a chef more. Unfortunately, the four words "Creativity is a waste of time" are not to be said. Brother, you don't have to worry about me. Your former supervisory officer and the Grand Sima have used up all the means to me. Do you think you will be an exception? I advise you so much, just for the sake of these two pieces of mutton, so that you don't do useless work, but if you don't believe it, you can do whatever you want."

Hearing this, Deng Xinqi put down his chopsticks, reached out to pluck the oil lamp on the table. A few candles burst out from the oil lamp, which made Deng Xinqi's dark face flash and dim. He said in detail: "Do you think you are really an ignorant person? The former Supervisory Office and the Grand Marshal have not chewed hard bones for nearly ten years. I will be able to do it in a few words? In that case, if you say disrespectful words, it will be my turn to do it. Mr., I have read your file several times, but only a few words. It is not a problem for me to memorize it now. In addition to recording that you are from the grassland, you also participated in a political storm involving dozens of imperial officials in Chang'an seven years ago, there is no record of your surname, let alone which of the three major players you belong to. As a spy, I still admire the old man."

The old man looked at Deng Xinqi solemnly for the first time, and finally he slowly said: "The most famous spy is the most failed spy. If I really do what you said, how could I be trapped here for nearly ten years? I know that you Daqian stayed and did not kill me, and I doubted the incident seven years ago. There was someone behind me. It would be okay to tell you this. Without the support of the big man, how could I go to the palace and even pass on the false imperial edict? I am quite sorry for you. No matter when, you Han people will never forget the internal struggle. Even if you are trying to get a tiger, you must get rid of your political enemies quickly. I really don't understand what you think."

The old man paused, gasped for a while, and then said, "You want to dig out the people behind me, and the Grand Sima also wants, even your emperor, but you can give up this heart. Since you came in, I was already a corpse. You can't get any information from me. If you entangle with me, I can't ask for it. I can't communicate with others for months. Such depression can kill people, and I hope you can come and talk to me more."

Deng Xinqi nodded with a smile, suddenly changed his mind and said, "I just saw that the old man was very happy to eat mutton, and he could point out that the chef was not good at home. I believe that the husband is extremely missed the sheep on the grassland. Can the old man tell me how to make mutton so that it tastes good because of my relief for you?"

The old man was shocked, laughed a few times, and said loudly: "I am the best at serving food. In fact, the most delicious thing about a sheep is not this lamb, but a sheep head. Do you know that the roasted lamb head should be fast, and the flames suddenly rise to the high-end one. The sheep head is half-cooked, chopped in half with one knife, and when placed on the oven, you still stare. At this time, if you brush a layer of lamb oil, it will sting. The whole sheep head needs to be brushed nine times and two times of chili oil..."

As soon as the old man said this, Deng Xinqi suddenly stood up and interrupted the old man with a smile and said, "It's getting late. I need to go back to the yard to bed first. The old man should take a break early. Let's talk about this when we have time, roast lamb heads."

The old man who was suddenly interrupted was a little stunned. After seeing Deng Xinqi walking out without looking back, his whole body was slowly relaxed because of the description of the roasted sheep head. He kept muttering: "You have to sprinkle fennel grave twice, touch the salt twice, and sprinkle pepper once. After half an hour, the sheep head is roasted and served on the table. Hey, purple-black, fragrant and scented. The sheep eyes are the best, crisp and juicy, the sheep's brain is soft and tender and smooth like tofu. The sheep's skin is tear off and thrown into your mouth. Although it has a little scent, it will become more fragrant as it chews. The lamb face meat that people like to eat the most is inferior to these three..."

Speaking of this, the rare emptiness surged like a tide. The old man suddenly stopped talking and was startled. It was now that he finally understood the intention of this young spy to talk to him so much.

Since you are already a corpse, the best way is to let yourself live.

It’s not that others can save you, but it’s hard to persuade the damn person, you must be yourself who wants to live.

The old man smiled bitterly and sighed that he was indeed old. Although he had seen the game clearly, the nostalgia, the emptiness, the smell of roasted lamb heads and the sound of firewood being burned have surrounded him for a long time.

The younger generation is terrifying.

The old man sighed.
Chapter completed!