After Ren Qing woke up, she felt sore all over her body, especially the bones in her legs.
He guessed that it was the nerves stimulating the growth of the body. Fortunately, as long as it was subtle, he didn't have to worry about being noticed by others.
After all, he is only seventeen years old, so it is not too late to grow taller.
Ren Qing took advantage of the early morning to practice his knife skills in the courtyard. When his physical strength was exhausted, he recovered by eating meat.
The effect is definitely not as good as pig's eye, but it's better than nothing.
Nowadays, there is a lack of pig eye channels. If the Blood Dog Gang still does not get involved in the braised pork business, the speed of life extension may be greatly reduced.
The sound of a rooster crows.
Bo Feng and others woke up one after another, and then the Yamen gradually became lively.
Ren Qing did not act recklessly. He specifically asked Bo Feng about Xia Si's supplementary fast.
Sibu Zhai is in a closed state inside the yamen, and many people are imprisoned inside. The yamen officials are not allowed to approach it without orders.
In Ren Qing's impression, Sibu Zhai was a place where government officials were temporarily detained.
Among them are mainly government officials who have committed crimes and are awaiting trial, or they are temporarily detained like the fire workers on Hexing Street.
Even Bo Feng had never gone in. His information was obtained from the patrol officer, so the accuracy is doubtful.
Ren Qing headed in the direction of Si Menuzhai. On the way, he accidentally or unintentionally contacted the government officials, hoping to find the monks who mastered the magic.
Unfortunately, nothing was gained.
However, for the Hundred-Eyed Man, he has narrowed the target range to government servants who are over forty years old, and it should not be difficult to find them in a little time.
Ren Qing is not in a hurry, because as long as he can obtain the pig's eyes covertly, he can minimize the threat of the Hundred-Eyed Man.
He soon came to Sibu Zhai.
The exterior of the building looks relatively ordinary, but the Yamen's supervision of it is extremely strict. There are five police officers patrolling the entrance alone.
Ren Qing explored around Sibutuzhai and discovered through his double-pupil vision that the doors and windows of each room were locked with strong iron chains.
He could vaguely see that some of the houses seemed to be occupied by people, but the light was dim, and he didn't know whether there were government officials being imprisoned.
Ren Qing knew that many places in the yamen were not as simple as they seemed, and there might even be strange objects stored there.
Fortunately, Sibu fasting is not strict, at least it means that it is not too dangerous.
Ren Qing didn't hesitate too much, and went straight to a remote corner to climb into Sibu Zhai and remove all the footprints.
By the way, this place was really used to imprison government officials, so why is it a bit eerie and scary.
He obviously felt that after entering the building, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot, which should be related to the fact that it was located on the shady side of the sun.
As Ren Qing stepped on the wooden floor, several scavenging rats made vigilant calls, reminding his companions to be careful.
He turned into the corridor leading to the depths. There were closed doors on both sides of the wall, and there were obviously people living inside.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, these people began to bang their bodies against the wall, accompanied by heart-rending shouts.
When Ren Qing saw such a huge movement, he couldn't help but stand on end. His legs showed signs of being transformed into a werewolf, and he was ready to escape at any moment.
But the patrolling detective didn't react at all, not even moving his head.
Ren Qing forced himself to calm down. After seeing cannibal warriors and living human skins, he was almost frightened by the madman.
He leaned closer to the partition wall and listened carefully, all they heard were crazy murmurs.
"Don't kill me, human flesh is not delicious."
"I saw it. The monster was in the dark. It looked at me and smiled."
"Kill him, only kill him!!"
Ren Qing suddenly had a guess. It was very likely that Sibu Zhai was used to imprison people who went crazy due to contact with strange things.
After all, there are male and female voices, but there have never been women serving as government officials.
Ren Qing couldn't help complaining: "Actually, it's most appropriate to call it Sanxiang Mental Hospital."
After the veil of terror was lifted, the fear immediately disappeared.
He searched around Sibu Zhai and found that there was an area that was relatively quiet. Not surprisingly, this was the place used to temporarily confine government officials.
Most of the rooms are empty, and the furniture inside looks like they can accommodate seven or eight people.
Ren Qing searched continuously for half an hour, and finally found the group of fire workers on Hexing Street in a deep corner.
They were imprisoned in a room with candles lit and a faint scent of sandalwood floating around, which showed that the treatment was not bad.
Ren Qing came to the door without any secret, and a man's voice sounded inside: "Brother, I don't know when we can go out. It's too tiring to have no deadline."
"Yes, actually, the outside of the city has nothing to do with the plague..."
"Shut up, can you talk nonsense about this?"
Ren Qing breathed a sigh of relief. It sounded like it was the three of them. Could it be that his concerns were due to paranoia?
He lowered his voice and said, "The government is very strict now. It's unrealistic to leave in a short time. But if you have any needs, you can tell me."
The more mature-sounding fireman said, "You are new to Sibu Zhai, right? This is the first time I heard your voice."
According to Ren Qing's memory, there was indeed a man in his forties among the fire workers who returned to Sanxiang City at that time.
Ren Qing continued: "This is indeed my first time here, so I shouldn't offend you all."
"Of course not, but it's really cold here at night. Could you please help us get some more quilts, brother? Thank you very much."
Ren Qing chatted with them for about ten minutes, trying to get rid of them several times, but the older pyrotechnician was very tight-lipped.
However, when it came to the plague outside the city, their tone was inevitably filled with fear and even became hesitant.
With no other choice, Ren Qing decided to leave Sibu Zhai after seeing this, at least he was sure that nothing strange happened.
It took a long time to get in, but it only took a few minutes to get out.
Ren Qing was about to climb over the wall when his pupils suddenly shrank and he froze on the spot subconsciously.
The memories in my mind began to blur again, including the scene of seeing the pyrotechnics on Hexing Street in the teahouse, and the elderly pyrotechnics among them disappeared from the memory.
Ren Qing pinched her temples and leaned against the wall, recording on the wall with her fingers.
But as long as you close your eyes, you will forget it in the blink of an eye, and finally rely on connecting unrelated memories to barely remember it.
Ren Qing suspected that there were more than three pyrotechnics on Hexing Street.
What is it that can affect memory and even forcibly erase every living person from the Sibu Zhai in the Yamen?
There shouldn't be any strange objects on their bodies, otherwise the jailer will definitely notice it.
Is it some kind of restricted area?
We must know that the strange objects above the half-corpse realm are intelligent. If a large number of monks die in the restricted area, what kind of existence will those strange objects form?
The heavy pupils in Ren Qing's eyes turned, and his right hand couldn't help but hold the handle of the Da Miao knife. Even his legs were covered in werewolf transformation.
It took him more than ten breaths to calm down, but the sense of urgency in his heart was like a dark cloud.
Logically speaking, if the sky falls, there will be tall ones to hold it up, but under the nest, there will be intact eggs.