The sudden screams made the entire prison fall into silence.
However, this silence only lasted for a short moment. Soon, the sounds of various ghosts crying and howling were heard again.
After all, the prisoners in the cell have long been accustomed to the prisoner's violence. Not to mention having their hands and feet broken, there are quite a few who have been beaten to death on the spot in recent years.
Tianlao! Tianlao!
How many people who can enter this prison can see the light of day again? Since they can't see the light of day again, what does it matter whether they are injured or healthy, dead or alive?
"Give me some sense. Don't think that you are still officials now! When you get here, you are just a lowly prisoner! I'm not afraid to tell you that there are no less than dozens of officials who have died of illness under me over the years, and you are not much behind."
several!"
The beating jailer looked proudly at the old man rolling around in the cell holding his severed hand. There was no mercy in his eyes, but only bloodthirsty cruelty.
Perhaps the jailer who came here in the first place was not so cold-blooded.
But working in such a dark and deep place every day, facing a group of crazy prisoners, unknowingly, they have suffered too many negative effects!
This also made the originally sound psychology become distorted little by little! So much so that it finally turned into what it is now: violent and unpredictable, and even took pleasure in torturing these "big men" who used to be superior.
"Come here! Put some food on the table!"
After scolding all the prisoners, the jailer chuckled ferociously, thrust the iron ruler behind his back, and waved lazily.
"Here!"
Outside the door, two subordinates received the boss's order and hurriedly popped up and smiled flatteringly at him. Then they ran down the steps carrying two wooden buckets and began to distribute meals to the prisoners inside one by one.
However, the food they distributed was more like pig food than food!
There was a bucket of sizzling noodle soup with a few yellow vegetable leaves floating on it. Not to mention the meat, there was not even a hint of oily smell! There were only a few flies crawling around on the top of the noodle soup.
If such a meal were left in the Xiao family, let alone anyone, they would probably not even eat it!
However, this food, which is not eaten by pigs or dogs outside, is as delicious as it is when placed in front of the prisoners in this prison!
The hungry prisoners poured it into their stomachs three times or two, and then licked it carefully with their tongues until no trace of residue could be seen, and then reluctantly put down the big bowl in their hands.
"Hou Shangshu? Didn't you eat yesterday?"
Not long after, the jailer who distributed food came to Hou Junji's cell and knocked on the cell door with a big spoon as usual. When he found that the food distributed yesterday was still untouched at the cell door, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Then he glanced at the boss.
This new Minister of the Ministry of War has not eaten a grain of rice for three full days. He is afraid that something will happen if he continues like this! After all, he has just come in and has not been interrogated. If he dies in prison at this time, how likely will they be?
Get into some trouble.
"What are you looking at?! Shangshu Hou is so pampered on weekdays, it's normal for him not to be able to eat our food! Don't waste it, the rice and flour outside are precious now, give the minister's share to the minister over there..."
Seeing the embarrassment of his men, the jailer chuckled and staggered over. He didn't even look at the grateful "Master Minister" in the cell next door. He just put his hands behind his back and looked back and forth at Hou Junji in the corner.
.
Over the years in Tianlao, he has seen too many people like Hou Junji! Some of the newcomers were even more excited than Hou Junji. Not only did they not eat, but many even dropped their bowls!
However, those who throw bowls will definitely regret it in less than three days!
Because the pain of hunger is definitely not something a person can bear! When their stomachs are empty and their eyes are starving with hunger, let alone a bowl of pig food, even a mouse or a cockroach will be regarded as life-saving
of food, swallowed in one gulp!
"If you treat me like this, aren't you afraid that someone will come to settle matters with you later?"
Perhaps feeling the gaze of the jailer outside, Hou Junji slowly opened his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Afraid! Why aren't you afraid?" Outside the door, the jailer chuckled and made a mocking look at Hou Junji, saying, "But sir, do you really think I did something wrong? To be able to come here,
How many of them are really wronged? Since they are not wronged, why should I serve them with delicious food and drinks?
This is a prison, not a place for you adults to enjoy themselves! It is normal for you to suffer a little punishment here. Even if His Majesty knows about this, believe it or not, he will not say anything wrong about me!"
"Humph, what a clever word!" Hou Junji stared at the jailer and smiled contemptuously: "Your Majesty asked you to take care of the prisoners, not to punish them! Even if they are at fault, the only one who can judge them is Your Majesty. You don't count.
what?"
The jailer was scolded, but he was not annoyed at all. He still smiled and cupped his hands and said: "Okay, I am not a thing. You are a big shot, a big shot. But now, aren't you also in our hands?"
"Huh? You still dare to touch me?" Hou Junji frowned slightly when he heard this. A fierce momentum of battlefield killing suddenly rose around him, and the jailer couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Hou Shangshu is joking, how dare I touch you? Don't worry, I will never touch you before you close the case!"
The jailer sounded polite on the surface, but everyone could hear the cruelty in his tone!
He is not in a hurry, he can wait!
Wait for your Majesty to issue a verdict! Wait for the aloof Minister of War to lower his noble head! Wait for him to kneel down in front of you and beg for your forgiveness.
"Hahaha, Hou Shangshu, I hope you can close the case quickly, brothers can't wait any longer!"
After a few arrogant laughs, the jailer led his two men out of the gate in a swaggering manner.
As the door closed, the noisy Tianlao became quiet again.
"Hou Shangshu? Which Hou Shangshu are you?"
Next door, the slovenly middle-aged man known as the waiter had finally regained some energy after eating two bowls of rice. He was lying comfortably on the moldy straw and said hello to his neighbor for the first time in three days.
"Ministry of War, Hou Junji!" Hou Junji opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the slovenly middle-aged man, and replied in a deep voice.
"Bingbu, Hou Junji?" The minister rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, but could not think of the name Hou Junji. He couldn't help but wonder: "Why haven't I heard of you? Where is Qu Tutong?"
"Qu Tutong?" Hou Junji was slightly startled when he heard this name. How many years has Qu Tutong been dead? The person in front of him doesn't even know! That doesn't mean that he has been imprisoned here for longer.
