Before Lin Xixue walked down the stone steps, a dark, damp moldy smell hit her, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.
I don't know whether it was due to insufficient kerosene or insufficient oxygen. The oil lamp in the cell was almost extinguished, and the dim light made it difficult to distinguish.
The death row inmates in the prison were leaning numbly against the stone wall, seemingly uninterested in who came. After all, no one would come except the jailer.
But Lin Xixue saw the appearance of these "death-row prisoners".
Except for a middle-aged man with a scarred face who was locked in the innermost room, the other cells were all occupied by young girls.
The youngest looks to be only twelve or thirteen years old, and the oldest is only seventeen or eighteen years old.
Lin Xixue looked at these young and girls with sallow faces, withered hair, and obvious malnutrition, and thought that they might even have trouble killing chickens. How could they be such vicious murderers?
Lin Xixue frowned, walked to a cell, and asked the young man, "What crime have you committed?"
The young man just glanced at her coldly, with no intention of continuing to communicate, and continued sleeping with his legs crossed, as if he was completely unaware that he was about to be beheaded.
Lin Xixue's doubts became even more serious, and she yelled: "I have to patrol this place as a censor. If you tell the truth, I may be able to help you redress your grievances."
It's not that Lin Xixue is nosy and insists on getting to the bottom of things, it's just that the materials she gave to the City God Temple for the ceremony must be genuine.
If these boys and girls have just been wronged and are not really evil people, then their facial features are obviously useless, and inducing the emotions of a fake murderer is just a waste of time.
When the time comes when Miao Zhu sees that the materials are wrong, he gives up and quits, which will directly delay Xu Zhiyi's treatment.
"Kill someone." The young man responded impatiently.
"Ha", Lin Xixue sneered and asked: "Who did you kill, what grudges did you have with this person, and what weapon did you use?"
"I don't care what your shit is. Anyway, stop meddling in other people's business here. I have food and drink here, and my life is very nourishing. Why do I still need you to make noise?"
The young man scolded Lin Xixue, then turned over and fell asleep again, facing the wall.
Lin Xixue couldn't detect the strangeness in it. The prisoners on death row were all destined to be executed by their queen, but this young man had no fear.
Could it be that someone lied and deceived this young man into thinking that he could leave alive?
"I tell you the truth, all the prisoners in this prison are destined to be executed later, and there is no chance of getting out. If someone uses this to deceive you, you can tell the truth."
Although Lin Xixue said these words, the young man was still calm and calm, without any trace of nervousness.
Did he really make a mistake? In troubled times, this young man has not received a good education, and he has no sense of the rule of law. It may be possible for him to do such a thing when he is emotionally excited.
As her logic advanced to this point, she suddenly thought that in the peaceful and prosperous times, people like Chu Liang also appeared, didn't they?
The moment the name Chu Liang appeared in her mind, the scenery around her began to flash black mosaics again, and the wooden prison in front of her suddenly turned into stainless steel railings.
Chu Liang was sitting in the cell, handcuffed, with a joking smile on his lips. Although he didn't say a word, his sarcasm was clear, and he showed an expression of "What can you do to me?"
She felt a wave of uncontrollable anger welling up in her heart, and the prison of reason was instantly broken. She reached into the void and held the Split Light Duanye tightly.
The face of a scholar who was originally a bit frail was now full of ferocity.
Calm down, calm down, Chu Liang is a fictional character created by Tianzun, the purpose is to lure you to lose your mind, how can you still take it seriously?
She closed her eyes, exhaled a few deep breaths, and relaxed her hand holding the scabbard slightly.
That's right, Chu Liang is a fiction created by Tianzun. The prerequisite for Chu Liang's existence is that his mother is dead, but it is impossible for his mother to be dead. His mother is alive and well, so Chu Liang must be a fiction created by Tianzun.
That’s it, that must be the case, Chu Liang doesn’t exist at all!
Her mind gradually stabilized, the mosaics around her gradually disappeared, the harsh sound of electricity in her ears gradually disappeared, and the stainless steel railings turned back into wooden fences.
She retracted her hands into her sleeves and clenched them tightly. After completely adjusting her mentality, she went to ask the other boys and girls, and the answers she got were all very similar.
Lin Xixue immediately determined that there was definitely something fishy about this matter.
It's not that these teenagers and girls can't commit crimes, it's just that the age distribution of the criminals on death row is completely unreasonable, and all of them are vague about the crimes they committed. It would be strange if there was no problem.
Since these boys and girls are unwilling to tell the truth, then ask someone who can tell the truth, such as the Yunzhou government office in this city.
Anyway, now that I am wearing a Sanqing mask, no one can recognize me, so I can just force him to tell the truth with a knife, it is simple and crude.
Even if these boys and girls are not the real murderers, then according to the government's words, if they find the real mastermind behind the scenes, they will finally be the murderers, and then they can still obtain the materials.
Just do what she said, Lin Xixue immediately decided to leave the death row and go to the government office to find out.
But just as she was about to leave, the scarred man in the innermost cell stopped her: "Bingjian, which line are you taking?"
"What?" Lin Xixue turned around and asked in confusion.
Seeing her answer like this, the scarred man was also stunned and asked doubtfully: "Aren't we brothers on the road?"
"No." Lin Xixue realized then that what he was talking about was the slander of bandits.
The predecessor was separated from his family due to banditry and fell into a cave. Lin Xixue naturally could not have any affection for such a person, so she left without waiting for the scarred man to say anything.
"Brother, wait a minute, you are not a member of the Taoist order, so why did you sneak into this death row and pretend to be an imperial envoy to help these white ducks redress their injustice?" The scar-faced man quickly stopped her.
"White duck? What does this mean?"
"Brother, you are not standing up for these white ducks? Then what are you doing in this dungeon?"
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Lin Xixue was speechless for a moment and couldn't find any suitable reason, but then she thought about why she wanted to explain her purpose to a bandit.
"It has nothing to do with you. Please explain clearly what a white duck is."
"The white duck is the one who works hard to bear the blame."
"Working hard to take the blame? Do they know that they will die?"
"Some are deceived, but in fact most of them know that they are going to lose their heads. One head can buy a family several years of food and clothing. For many parents, this deal is a good deal."
"Why don't these white ducks cry out for injustice?" Lin Xixue didn't understand why they didn't cry out for injustice when they were sold by their parents.
The scarred man chuckled and shook his head, saying: "The parents of these white ducks have cooperated with the real murderer to establish a solid case. What's the use of calling for injustice."
Lin Xixue frowned. She originally thought that sneaking into the Heavenly Prison to obtain the auxiliary materials for the Seven Emotions Mask would be as simple as searching a bag to retrieve the items, but she didn't expect it to be so troublesome.
However, even if these white ducks are innocent, this scar-faced man is not innocent. He can take one piece at a time.
She asked: "What about you? What did you do to get here?"
The scar-faced man punched the wall and sighed: "Don't mention it. I don't know which brother on the road robbed Yan Yu, the dog official's private house a while ago."
"Maybe I have done too many things in robbing the rich and giving to the poor. This dog official thought it was me without investigating clearly. He mobilized a few people to capture me and escort me to Beijing in a few days."
When she heard "Yan Yu's private residence was stolen", Lin Xixue felt a key word flash in her mind.
Her face twitched a few times and she said awkwardly: "This Yan Yu you are talking about, where is his private residence?"