The situation between Zhang Xutang and Song Huiyue was originally a tense situation, and it was about to break out. Now, it was a big battle. The torture tools on the wall were removed by the three people who were fighting together, and they were used as convenient weapons.
Liu Qin and others who had not gone far stood there at a loss. The jailers shouted angrily, drew their swords and rushed forward. As soon as they reached the door, blood mist sprayed out, spraying the first ones who came to the door.
Face full of festival level.
Everyone retreated together, and then looked at the three people inside, moving around in the narrow room. The cold light was freezing. Zhang Lin was hiding Zhang Xutang in the corner. Yinxiao was one against two, forcing the two guards to retreat. Song Hui
Yue stood there, staring at Zhang Xutang with eager eyes.
As for their magistrate, he had rich experience in interrogation and would immediately roll under the table as soon as a fight broke out.
While Dou Qushan was guarding himself, he yelled "stop" loudly. After shouting three times to no avail, he risked getting out from under the table, raised the inkstone on the table high, became angry, and smashed it down: "Are you going to rebel?
!This is the prefect’s Yamen! It’s not your own home’s one-third of an acre!”
His voice shook the room, and also shocked Zhang Xutang and Song Huiyue. They both shouted stop almost at the same time, and the two guards returned to their positions. Yin Xiao also stood behind Song Huiyue.
Dou Qushan and the government officials outside breathed a sigh of relief.
"Zhang Yanei," Dou Qushan looked at Zhang Xutang with a sinking face, "The temple here is small and cannot accommodate a big Buddha like you. Please come!"
The torture room was in a mess, and he really didn't feel good about Zhang Xutang who struck first.
He couldn't treat one favorably. He looked at Song Huiyue and Yinxiao, and snorted heavily from his nostrils: "It seems that I can't hold you two here. Please go back to your cell, and wait for me to report it to you.
You two can go wherever you want."
Zhang Xu was very unwilling to turn Song Huiyue into a cauliflower snake, but the mess in Prince Yan's mansion was still waiting for him to clean up, and he couldn't waste it for a long time.
He held Zhang Lin's hand and walked out again. When he brushed shoulders with Song Huiyue, Song Huiyue suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed Zhang Xutang's hair bun, gave it a downward shove, showed her white teeth, and pointed
Zhang Xutang bit his throat without hesitation.
A mouthful of blood.
Zhang Xutang was thrown forward by her sudden push. Before Zhang Lin could steady him, he received a real bite on his neck. He immediately screamed and shivered in pain.
The familiar pain hit him. He forgot about his weakness and that he had a guard. He reached out to grab Song Huiyue's hair, grabbed a bun and pushed it to the ground. He made a fist with his other hand and messed around.
attack.
The two parties became entangled again, one refused to let go, the other refused to let go. Yin Xiao and the two guards refused to give way. Zhang Lin hurriedly tried to remove Song Huiyue's chin, but failed to find a chance.
Dou Qushan and others were relieved and worried again, especially Dou Qushan, who became an ant on the hot pot.
Fortunately, Song Huiyue did not intend to bite Zhang Xutang to death. She was the first to let go, turned over and pressed down on Zhang Xutang, grabbed his collar with one hand, and patted Zhang Xutang's face with her other hand.
It was all covered in blood. When he opened his mouth and smiled, blood dripped from his smile.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you here. If I kill you, I will have to pay for it with my life."
Zhang Xutang's thin chest bore the weight of Song Huiyue's body, and her internal organs were about to explode immediately. She couldn't breathe, her face turned into a purple eggplant, and she almost sat to death.
He grabbed Song Huiyue's hand with force and kicked his legs wildly. Zhang Lin got the opportunity, picked up Song Huiyue and threw her aside.
Yin Xiao immediately stopped and returned to Song Huiyue. Old Wei stepped forward to carry Zhang Xutang on his back, while Xiao Wei patted Zhang Xutang's back to encourage him.
"Okay, okay," Zhang Xutang said incoherently in pain, "Mad dog, I gave you another bite."
He stared at Song Huiyue's teeth, wanting to knock them out one by one. At the same time, he looked at his own blood flowing between Song Huiyue's mouth, and suddenly he had a strange thought in his heart.
His blood was swallowed by Song Huiyue, and the two merged into one. In the end, they merged into the same person - both heartless and cold-blooded people.
Although the seeds deep in their souls are the same, the branches that grew out have undergone different waterings and turned into different landscapes.
People around Song Huiyue loved her, and she loved them too. Even the fool spoke sweet words when he opened his mouth, which made Zhang Xutang reluctant to let go, so she bloomed flowers, giving everyone around her a lingering fragrance.
Zhang Xutang thought about the people around him - he didn't know whether he loved him or not, but in short, he was showered with gold, silver and jewels and led to a dark corner.
His seed itself was evil, so it grew more and more like it was full of five poisons. From the inside to the outside, it was bone-chillingly cold and poisonous.
"Mad dog," he suddenly laughed lowly, "I don't want to kill you anymore."
Death is an easy thing. It just disappears like a wisp of smoke. What’s the point?
He wanted to move Song Huiyuecai back from the sun to a dark place, let all her flowers wither, and make her become a person like him.
Song Huiyue spit out the blood, raised her hand to wipe her mouth clean with her sleeve, and sneered at Zhang Xutang's kindness: "Do you want me to thank you for not killing me?"
"No need to thank you," Zhang Xutang patted Lao Wei on the shoulder, "Let's go."
Dou Qushan listened to Zhang Xutang openly talking about murder, ignoring him as the prefect and ignoring the court's laws. Thinking of the situation when his daughter was abducted from home, his hatred for Zhang Xutang became more and more profound.
How could there be such a person in the world, who would decide the life or death of others with just one thought?
Zhang Xutang left, and the shadow he brought also disappeared with him. Dou Qushan asked the governor to take everyone back to prison. He wanted to go back and calm down.
However, before he could walk out of the prison door, there was a loud noise outside, the door opened, and several government officials led a large group of people like sheep and escorted them into the prison.
"Xianggong Dou!" Kuaiban Dutou stepped forward and reported: "These are the people who corrected the tabloids, and there are also people from the tabloids in the early Yuan Dynasty behind them. Our prison may not be able to hold them. Do you want to borrow the people from the Ministry of Punishment and the Division of Punishment?
Is it useful to go to prison?"
Dou Qushan stood on tiptoes, craned his neck and took a look outside. He saw that the crowd in front of him was full of people, each with a confused look on his face, and very puzzled as to why he was in the prison.
Not many people were afraid - there were too many people arrested, so there was no need to be afraid.
Dou Qushan just wanted to use these newspapers and teahouses to muddy the waters. He didn't want to actually borrow a cell, so he casually said: "Squeeze in."
Anyway, it will be released soon.
After he finished speaking, he left. No matter how crowded the cell was, the detectives, since Magistrate Dou had spoken, threw the people to the Jiejie. The Jiejie and the cell picked up so many prisoners that they almost died of exhaustion.
It is possible to squeeze the space in, but it is a problem for the prisoners to eat, drink and defecate. Every time one person urinates, the toilet will be full. One steamed bun for each person is hundreds of steamed buns, and one gulp of water for each person is enough to fill the tank with water.
Drink up.
Moreover, these people also had mouths, squatting in the cell and chattering, their voices buzzing, like hundreds of mosquitoes buzzing in their ears.