Chapter 2 The Disaster of Beheading (Please recommend, collect, and read)
Da Heng Punishment Department dungeon, third underground floor, Area B.
Ye Chuxiao was holding a red stick tightly in his hand and was in a daze, his eyes were unfocused, as if his soul was out of body.
The smell of rancid food and wine mixed with vomit, combined with the damp and dark environment of the dungeon, formed a continuous negative attack in the small space.
He twisted his stiff neck.
Ye Chuxiao has not yet completely recovered.
After all, the shared basement is, in a sense, similar to the dungeon at this time after a hangover.
"What a bastard, you threw me on the toilet again and made me vomit all night?" At this time, Ye Chuxiao didn't even dare to touch his cheek with his hand. He was in a somewhat embarrassing situation. Although escaping could not solve the problem,
, but at least you won’t let yourself suffer secondary mental harm.
Finally, he began to shake his head numbly, and half of his body swayed along with it.
The body after a hangover gradually regains its keen consciousness in this slow and stiff movement.
My eyes searched for the first sip of rejuvenating wine in the morning after a hangover.
By the way, the layout of the entire space can also be seen clearly.
The lights were dim, the tables were littered with cups and plates, and there were iron hooks, nooses, soldering irons and other objects hanging on the rocky walls. In the corner of the side, there were piles of torture instruments that made people feel creepy at first sight.
Snapped!
Ye Chuxiao slapped himself.
"Damn it, I will never eat the snacks given by Yundian people again. It's better now! I'm all hallucinating after eating it." Ye Chuxiao murmured to himself, then shook the wine bottle on the table and listened.
Hearing the sound inside which was more empty than the wallet, he sighed again.
Then, a wave of memories suddenly came up, mixed with the alcohol.
vomit···!
The intense dizziness and stirring from the soul to the body was as if someone had stuffed a size 43 stinky foot into his mouth and then kicked it hard with a roundhouse kick.
Looking at the mess on the ground, Ye Chuxiao held on to prevent himself from fainting.
After a while, Ye Chuxiao finally confirmed that he had traveled through time.
Ye Chuxiao, the third-class jailer of the Daheng Dynasty Criminal Department dungeon, is responsible for delivering meals to prisoners in Area B on the third underground floor. He can barely be regarded as a fat job. In addition to his monthly salary of one or two taels of silver and a small amount of rice,
The soup money collected from the prisoners amounted to seventeen or eighty taels. In addition to handing over most of it, he could also keep three or four taels for himself, which was almost double his monthly salary.
There is a water jar in the corner.
Ye Chuxiao held the candle, walked to the water tank, and looked inside.
The blurry figures reflected in the water looked more like soldiers from the underworld.
Wearing a light blue soap uniform, he wore an unsuitable oilcloth crown on his head. The red cloth ribbon around his waist had enough room to relax, which could obviously accommodate a larger belly. Looking directly at his feet, he was wearing
The high-soled black boots barely fit her feet. As for the specific facial features, in such a dim environment, it was impossible to see clearly with only the dim light of a candlelight, leaning against the water tank.
Putting down the candlestick, Ye Chuxiao directly plunged his entire head into the water tank to make himself more awake.
The next moment, I saw half of the ear that had been soaked and turned white at the bottom of the water tank, which was pierced by nails.
Ye Chuxiao shivered immediately, and he completely woke up from the remaining alcohol.
After taking two steps back and steadying my body, I had an intuitive and clear feeling about time travel.
Looking at the red sign still in his hand, the originally vague memory became more concrete and real.
"Xiaoye! This time you are unlucky. A felon is missing from the prison. In another day, Mr. Zhao from the Criminal Department will come to inspect the prison. Since you won the red lottery, you have to take over the matter. We will have you in the future.
If you guys eat it in one bite, you won't forget your younger brothers and sisters."
"When your brother reaches the age of fifteen, we will help smoothen the relationship and let him take over your class." The words of class leader Li Xin kept echoing in Ye Chuxiao's mind.
"Pooh!"
"The missing person is a cult demon who is engaged in rebellion. I have to admit that I secretly helped and let the prisoner go. That would be the end of the whole family. Li Xin just sees me as young and thinks I am easy to handle, so he uses his family to
My brothers and sisters came to threaten me." Ye Chuxiao smoothed the water droplets from his hair and gradually calmed down.
Before time travel, he was a member of the variety show writing team of Yancheng TV Station, and was mainly responsible for writing the scenario script of "Cute Star Detective".
But to be honest, this kind of script does not have high requirements for reasoning and suspense.
On the contrary, it is a requirement to try to satisfy the stars' desire for expression and personality needs.
Although he is not a professional mystery screenwriter, Ye Chuxiao is still thinking about using his little knowledge to try to solve the dilemma at hand.
"This is a world of practice, magic, and magic."
"The original owner is the little martial arts cultivator who has reached the second floor of the Foolish Realm. And just about seven or eight hours ago, the original guardian who was originally imprisoned in Area B on the third floor of the dungeon disappeared into the prison out of thin air, leaving only
A body of dead skin shed off. Some old jailers speculated that it was the evil cult demon who used the original religion's transformation technique to turn into an insect and ant and escaped from the dungeon."
"But the dungeon is suppressed by the Daheng artifact. Without a special seal, it is impossible for ordinary people to perform any extraordinary means in this dungeon."
Thinking of this, Ye Chuxiao planned to go to the cell where the cult demon was originally held to look for clues.
In my memory, the squad leader said that one day later, Mr. Zhao from the Criminal Department would come to inspect the prison.
But in fact, 'one day' has passed.
The conversation in Ye Chuxiao's memory was from last night.
As for complaining in front of Mr. Zhao, Ye Chuxiao was not optimistic about this possibility.
A repeat offender went missing, which in itself was very implicated. Li Xin, the leader, dared to push Ye Chuxiao to take the blame. He must have had some confidence and got tacit approval.
Turning big things into small things is a routine operation in official circles.
It's just that the person who was sacrificed didn't have to be Ye Chuxiao, but could also be any jailer who was implicated.
Ye Chuxiao just happened to win the red lottery.
I pulled the iron door at the exit of the room, and there was a rattling sound behind the iron door.
It had obviously been locked from the other side.
He punched the iron door hard, and the cold and bone-chilling shock force instantly forced Ye Chuxiao back a few steps, and he fell to the ground.
A chill suddenly rushed from the tailbone to the forehead.
"Not only did they lock the door, but they also took away my seal, preventing me from using my power in this dungeon. This is not even giving me the last chance!" Ye Chuxiao thought to himself.
At this point, Ye Chuxiao could only look forward to the arrival of the golden finger that comes as a standard for time travellers.
Sitting numbly on the stool, he silently recited all the gods he could think of, and even tried to summon them with the famous golden finger templates.
However, half an hour passed without any response.
"No way? Guo Chuan?"
"This doesn't make sense!" Ye Chuxiao said bitterly.
At this point, Ye Chuxiao could only search for any possible solution.
While I was thinking hard, I heard a sound coming from the door lock.
With a creak, the iron door was opened.
A middle-aged man dressed the same as Ye Chuxiao walked in with wine and food.
"Xiaoye! Think clearly, don't be stubborn, this is your life!" the middle-aged man said in as calm a tone as possible.
Ye Chuxiao opened his eyes and looked at the class leader who had always taken good care of him in the past.
"I heard that your youngest son, Captain Li, is almost fifteen!" Ye Chuxiao's voice did not contain any emotion or anger.
"I don't believe you will leave my position to my brother. I'm going to go to the cell where the cult monster stayed and have a look again." Ye Chuxiao continued.
Bantou Li, who originally tried to be gentle, suddenly changed his face.
"Ye Chuxiao! You are now a guilty person. Instead of putting you in a cell directly, I let you eat and drink well in the squad room. This is already a special treatment."
"Don't be fooled, otherwise not only you but your whole family will be unable to escape." Bantou Li said fiercely.
Ye Chuxiao looked at the furious Team Leader Li and became more confident: "I know that if the demon escapes, someone needs to take the blame. Since I was pushed out by you, I can't hide. But a little three
How could the jailor commit such a serious crime? There should at least be a supervisor behind him to support him."
"Would it be safer for the big shots in the Criminal Department to hand over a jailer and a squad leader?"
"It doesn't make any difference to them anyway."
Bantou Li's face suddenly turned blue.
The information he knew was more detailed than Ye Chuxiao's, and he also knew more clearly how much of a mistake the evil cult man made when he escaped.
Because of this, he and others got Ye Chuxiao drunk last night and made Ye Chuxiao press his fingerprints on the confession, but he still couldn't feel at ease.
Then there was another ‘beating’.
But he didn't expect that just one night's difference was that Ye Chuxiao, who was originally honest and easy to bully, seemed to have changed into a different person, and actually started to beat him up.
"This matter is so big that a third-class jailer can't solve it."
"If the superiors are determined to pursue the case, it won't be a big deal if all the jailers in Area B will be held accountable."
"Li Bantou, if I were you, I would not choose to cover my head at this time and take chances. Instead, I would try to find the real mastermind behind the scenes." Ye Chuxiao followed closely and suppressed Bantou Li's emotions.
After saying that, Ye Chuxiao bypassed Bantou Li and pushed the door directly out.
After leaving the squad room that was full of rancid smell, the smell in the corridor was not pleasant either.
The musty smell caused by darkness and dampness is still the dominant aura of the entire dungeon.
The reason why the soles of the jailer's shoes are extra high is to prevent them from sinking into the wet mud and soaking the toes in the mud.
Following the direction of his memory, Ye Chuxiao arrived at the cell door where the evil cult monster had stayed.
Through the iron bars, you can see clearly the layout of the cell.
A piece of human skin, chained through chains, hung in the air.
What was originally hanging there should not just be a piece of skin, but a whole person.
"Open the door!" Ye Chuxiao said to Team Leader Li who was following closely behind him.
Captain Li looked unhappy and wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks, but then he heard Ye Chuxiao say: "Please cooperate with me well. If I really can't find any clues, someone above me needs to take the blame, so I won't mention you."
When Captain Li heard this, he hurriedly opened the cell door as if he had been granted amnesty.
Ye Chuxiao walked in and looked around, but found no suspicious traces.
After all, he is just a variety show script writer, not a real mystery novelist, let alone a detective.
After much hesitation, Ye Chuxiao still reached out and touched the strange-looking human skin.
If there are any clues, this strange human skin is obviously of the greatest investigative value.
The moment Ye Chuxiao's fingers touched human skin, a strange energy suddenly surged from his fingers.
At the same time, Ye Chuxiao's mind felt like a big bell was ringing suddenly.
Bang!
The illusory golden clock rotates counterclockwise in Ye Chuxiao's mind.
As the pointer moved, Ye Chuxiao discovered that everything in front of him, from the perspective of his soul, seemed to be experiencing the passage of time.