The moon tonight is particularly round, like a disc hanging in the sky.
The emperor died, and the patient and the medical staff just cried out a few times and went to work on their own affairs.
No matter who dies, the world will continue as usual.
I won't slow down because of anyone.
Zhang Wu quietly looked at the moonlight outside the window, and his six senses were all open. He listened to the breathing of the patients outside to determine whether everyone was sleeping soundly.
In ancient times, I slept very early and rested at sunset. At 10 o'clock in the evening, it was the most drowsy moment for people.
I’m sure everyone is asleep... It doesn’t matter if I don’t sleep. No one will pay special attention to you. When I ask, I just went to the toilet in the cold wind.
Zhang Wu took out his bag from under the bed, took off his pajamas, changed into a black night clothes, and used his bone shrinkage skills to look like a middle-aged mean man.
"I'm Ma Wu."
Zhang Wu paid great attention to details after three hypnosis in his heart.
Don’t accidentally hit someone and suddenly someone calls you your real name, subconsciously respond, and reveal your identity.
He lifted the curtain and looked outside. Someone looked like a ghost. He flashed his face and came to the toilet in the backyard of the clinic and climbed up the wall.
As soon as the emperor died, the garrisons of the Five City Military Command would immediately block the capital to prevent riots. There were officers and soldiers patrolling each street.
But these people did not pose any threat to Zhang Wuquan.
With the cover of the night, he used the Dayu Step. Even if he ran past these soldiers, everyone would only think it was a gust of wind.
However, he was not so arrogant. He carefully observed the movements on the street, sometimes accelerating, sometimes flying over the eaves and walls, and quickly diving towards the prison.
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The prison guards were gambled happily in the prison, the punishment room.
The chief of the prison was not in charge. The prisoner Cao Bin was transferred away, Zhang Wu was not here, and everyone completely let go of the sheep.
If you can be lazy, you will be lazy. If you can stay still, you will not move. Anyway, no one cares.
If you have to leave the public account after you make money, you can only take sesame seeds. You can only live a life of scrambling. There is no hope of improvement, and hard work is useless. Who can you show it to?
The prisoners were starved to death, and the bodies were left uncleaned. The prisoners had urinated and defecated. The jailers didn't care.
The entire Tianzhuo was stinking, and the sanitation environment was so harsh that rats and cockroaches ran around. Coupled with the wailing of prisoners like ghosts, it was like a purgatory on earth.
Yang San is the oldest and can't stand it as dirty as the prison, so he really wants to take care of everyone.
Unfortunately, he neither had the ability and ruthlessness of King Wu's money, nor had the status of a prisoner, so he could only do nothing.
"Oh, these colleagues are not in a good mood."
In the class room, Yang San, who was on the night, sat by the brazier to keep warm, chatting with Lao Feng, who was sleeping on the wooden bed by the wall and not going home.
Once the emperor dies, there will be a curfew for the prisoners tonight. The prisoners are wearing public uniforms and dare to go home without fear of being stopped.
Although the chef is in the heavenly prison, he has no public uniforms and is not a serious essay. How dare he go out to the streets at night?
It's okay to be caught by the patrolling garrison and thrown into prison, so I'll just take it as a home.
I am afraid that you will be treated as a thief and will be beaten to death without asking for trouble, so that you can report to merit.
Old Feng tightened the leaking quilt, and couldn't help but sigh:
"It's better when Wu Ge'er was here. Everyone will do their own jobs. The prison is in order and the money is not owed for a long time. I'm so energetic."
Yang San nodded in agreement and said:
"He has to rest for at least three or five months when he is injured. I went to visit him a few days ago. Brother Wu asked me to take care of the beggar's head and don't stop him when he goes to the heavenly prison. It's convenient."
"It is also a blessing for the beggar to be able to stay with Brother Wu. In the future, few people on the street dare to mess with him."
Lao Feng was a little envious.
Yang San said:
"Who said no? The reputation of King Wu Yan is not something you can't accept. However, when I was patrolling the prison, I found that King Reagan's face was a little wrong, with black and green hair, lying on the bed covered with a quilt and twitching.
I don't know if it's sick."
Old Feng frowned and asked in confusion:
"Didn't he just return to prison during the day? He should have been to see him if he is sick."
"I can't say that, he can go in and out freely anyway, so he won't die in prison."
Yang San filled a few pieces of charcoal into the brazier and said strangely:
"The imperial chef is really weird today. In the past, he left after lunch, regardless of whether the third prince wanted to add vegetables. Today, His Majesty passed away. He suddenly ran back at night and cooked a midnight snack for the third prince. It was a perfect match.
Is it a discovery of conscience to be sent to the official prison in person?"
Old Feng sat up and said:
"It's okay if you don't mention this. I cooked back to back with him in the past few months. I always feel that his expression is wrong when cooking. I don't know if he is guilty or something, and my hands often tremble."
"Who knows, he, a small imperial chef, dare not harm the third prince, right?"
Yang San lowered his voice and complained.
Speaking of this secret, Lao Feng had no intention of sleeping anymore, so he simply put on his clothes, sat by the brazier, and chatted with Yang San.
Class roof.
A black shadow completely merged into the night, and with his keen hearing, he listened to the conversation between the two without missing a word.
Zhang Wu's face was as deep as water, and there was a lot of snow on the roof. He stepped on it without traces and ran straight to the alley behind the Tianzhuo.
If you want to go to prison, you either pass two doors and then pass the torture room.
Or you can walk from the tutoring department to the severe punishment area.
At this time, the stone gate of the tutoring department has been closed, and the jailers must be gambling in the torture room. You can walk by directly, no matter how fast you are, you will take risks.
When he came to the alley, he uncovered the bluestone floor, walked through the tunnel, and slightly pushed the slab a little at the end, trying hard to listen with his ears, and confirmed that there was no one, Zhang Wu climbed out with the slab.
A breeze blew, and the mice in the passage squeaked twice, and the prisoners who were sick and groaning and unable to sleep were also tightened by the cold wind.
Prison No. 44, miscellaneous offenders.
There were no one in the prison cells on both sides, and there were no one in the three opposite sides. A foul stinking came from the prison.
Zhang Wu gently pushed out a palm wind, blowing the quilt on the bed, revealing a corpse with a foul face and a wobbly body.
Zhang Wu's eyebrows and eyes were drooping, silent.
I first came to see King Reagan instead of Xiao Jingao. The original intention was to let him drink poison according to the situation.
It is best to survive and have such a well-behaved subordinate.
However, small people also have their own awareness.
You know too many secrets, and only by dying can you reassure the benefactor.
When a person lives in the world, he pays attention to one's own sincerity.
Zhang Wu treats you well, and the money he gives is enough to buy you ten lives. Only by taking the initiative to drink poison can you fulfill your loyalty.
It is different from reminding you to drink poison.
"King Reagan."
Zhang Wu silently recited this name in his heart.
Even after thousands of years, I have experienced countless people and things, and this name should have a place in my memory.
Everyone in the world is greedy for life and fear of death, including themselves.
If one day, when faced with the same situation, you will become King Reagan and you will be very kind to you, and you will take the initiative to drink this poison, or you will still be alive if you can live, Zhang Wu will probably choose-
the latter.
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