Bian Tong wanted to die. He made up his mind several times. He even took off his belt and tied it to the beam of the cell door. He had already put it around his neck. When the last breath of life was about to be squeezed out, he stood up again.
The feeling was so terrifying that Bian Tong thought he couldn't stand it. He wanted to cut his neck with the broken porcelain bowl. He grinned in pain as soon as he made a small cut.
There was no concept of time in the cell. Except for a few rays of light coming in from the small skylight above the head every day, the rest of the time was dark. Listening to the crazy screams of the guys next door, Bian Tong was trembling all over.
It must have been half a month since he came in. There was no interrogation and no one came to see him. He was alone in the prison without anyone to talk to.
The jailer stuffed a bowl of something made from someone unknown and turned around to leave. Bian Tong immediately crawled over and shouted to the jailer: "Brother, wait a moment, please..."
Bian Tong didn't know how many times he had said this. Even if he boasted about the benefits, the jailer would not even look at him, because he lived in a cell with a ground number, and there were absolutely no people in this row of cells.
For those who walk out, the lowest punishment is to never leave again.
The torch in the passage was very dim. It had burned to the end, and the flames became even smaller. I picked up the bowl of rice and put it into my mouth mechanically. It was not very delicious, but in order to survive, I had nothing else to eat except it. Tingwei Mansion
There are two cells in his cell, one is for ordinary prisoners, and the other is for prisoners like him who have offended the emperor. If he wants to get out of this cell, no one dares to release him without the emperor's order, even the Tingwei.
None have rights.
Since coming in, Bian Tong has thought about the whole thing from beginning to end several times, and the conclusion he came to made him even more frustrated. The abandonment and use of his allies, and even the lies of the Heavenly Master all appeared in his mind. He also hated himself.
Why don't you think about it a few more times? After so many years, you have always been inferior to Zhu Maichen. Why is he going to jail now, while that guy is free outside?
Bian Tong has been shouting for a long time, telling everyone he met the name Zhu Maichen, but unfortunately he has not seen that guy being escorted in until now. He slammed the porcelain bowl on the ground, and the bowl broke into pieces.
It has seven or eight petals, but the contents inside are still in the shape of a bowl, and even the bamboo chopsticks inserted on top have not fallen over.
Anger towards Biantong will only attract the jailer. A guy with a beard is opening the door with a stick in his hand, and he scolds these ugly words: "Damn, the beast dropped the bowl again, grandpa."
I was served delicious food and even threw the bowl!"
A stick hit Bian Tong on the head. Bian Tong originally planned to hit the two sides of the most deadly head, but after thinking about it, he gave up. The stick hit the body was too painful. If it hit the temple, it would hurt to death. The blood flowed smoothly.
Bian Tong immediately curled up into a ball and protected his head with both arms, letting the thick stick make a banging sound on his back.
Kicking Biantong over, the jailer gasped: "If you don't eat, you'll pay back, and I'll give the rest to you. If you have the ability, try not eating for three days?"
The cell door opened and closed, and the iron chain locking the cell door made a metallic sound. Bian Tong lay on the ground for a long time without getting up. He felt that his lower back was about to break, and he stretched out his hands to fumble for a long time before he turned over and sat up with support on his waist.
The protected food was right in front of him. Since the jailer said he would not eat for three days, it must have been three days without food, so the pile in front of him could not be wasted.
The light from the skylight was gone, and Bian Tong lay huddled against the wall, wrapping his clothes as tightly as possible to avoid freezing to death at night. Before he came in, who could have imagined that the weather in July would be so cold.
When I'm outside, I wish I could take off my clothes, but I can't do that now.
A burst of footsteps came from the other end of the passage and stopped in front of Bian Tong's cell. Bian Tong didn't pay any attention to it. He still lay on the ground facing the wall and pretended to be a dead pig. People often came to the sky cell, but no one ever looked at him. He
Of course there is no need to get up.
A pair of feet kicked hard on the cell door: "Get up, open the door, someone will come to see you."
When Bian Tong didn't move, the jailer was about to take out the key and go in to collect the people. Su Ren stretched out his hand to stop him and waved to indicate that he could leave. The jailer quickly bent down and saluted and took three steps back before turning around and leaving. The cell was actually quiet, except for the walls.
The torch burned loudly.
Su Ren put the food box in his hand on the ground: "Don't you want to see me? Or are you embarrassed to see me?" After a pause, Bian Tong didn't say anything, and Su Ren continued: "I'll give it to you.
Some food, it must be uncomfortable in here. When I stood at the door, I didn't intend to come in. It's too smelly. I don't know how you stayed in here for half a month. Oh, even if you don't want to, you can't."
"Don't you want to say something to me?" Su Ren asked again, and Bian Tong remained silent: "You're shameless, right? Let's do this. I'll give you a promise, answer a question, and save your family.
How about a life?"
"You...!" Bian Tong suddenly stood up and rushed over like a hungry wolf, grabbing the railing with both hands. He was planning to reach out to grab Su Ren, but somehow his hand had already left the cell and he retracted it forcefully.
Su Ren smiled and said, "So you can talk! I thought you were mute! There are eleven people in your family, and that's too many if you add the nine tribes. I guess you have to tell me everything I want to know, because you have to start from the murderer.
Starting with the person closest to you, forgetting your wife, your two children should be the closest to you, what do you think?"
Biantong cried, lying on the ground crying like a child. Su Ren stood outside the cell and waited quietly for Biantong to finish crying. He placed the food and wine in the food box in front of Biantong and sighed:
"On the way back, I saw an old man with a white beard. He said his name was Shao Weng. He told me about you. According to my understanding, he has given up on you. The condition is that I don't touch Zhu Maichen and Chaoyang. I
accepted."
Bian Tong put away his tears and smiled sadly: "What do you want to ask?"
"Very good, this attitude is very good. As long as you answer my questions well, you will definitely kill your family and I will not touch it. This is my promise to you." After Su Ren said these words, he gave the wine glass
Pour wine in: "First question, who is Shao Weng?"
Bian Tong picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp: "Shao Weng, no one knows his name. I was still young during the Seven Kings Rebellion. I met this man in Prince Wu's Mansion and thought he had magical powers. I planned to get along with him."
I have been following him for three years since I started cultivating immortals. Chao Chao and Zhu Maichen also followed him later. This person was a guest in all the princes' palaces, but he did not teach us any immortal skills, nor did he recommend us to
Kings, later on, the three of us were asked to come to Chang'an to worship at Zhuang Qingzhai's door, and that's it! This man sent people to send us news about everything we did, and I don't know why."
Su Ren nodded: "You have followed him for three years and you don't know what he does?"
Bian Tong shook his head: "I don't know, we are just his outer disciples and he didn't tell many things, but according to my observation, there is a huge power behind this person, because..."
"Because of what?"
"Because he knows a lot of things, but they are all secrets of the court and the kings. He must have spies around the kings, princes and ministers."
"So powerful?" Su Ren chuckled: "Very good, second question, as far as you know, besides the three of you, who else do you know in Chang'an City?"
Bian Tong shook his head. Su Ren smiled: "Then how do they contact you?"
"You don't need me to contact you. If something happens, someone will put the bamboo slips in my house in advance. I don't know who put them there."
Su Ren looked at Bian Tong who was eating fiercely: "You guys are really..., you are being taken advantage of by others. There must be some benefits to what you do, right?"
"Hehehe." Bian Tong glanced at Su Ren and then at himself: "This is my benefit."
Su Ren was a little speechless. Facing such an idiot, he had no interest in asking any more questions. Bian Tong was an abandoned son thrown out by others. It was precisely because this guy didn't know anything that Shao Weng didn't know anything when he abandoned him.
Without any hesitation, Su Ren glanced at Biantong who was eating a lot, and then turned around and left. When the figure just entered the darkness, he heard Biantong shouting from behind: "Remember what you promised me! If you want to know who Zhu Maichen is?"
Good goal!”
The jailer was waiting outside the door, waiting for Su Ren to come out and salute Su Ren. Su Ren glanced at the jailer, and the jailer smiled slightly. Su Ren nodded and walked out. Before he came, the jailer in the prison had already received the order.
Su Ren spent a thousand money on this. There is no need to discuss this kind of matter with the emperor. In any case, the final result of Bian Tong is death. It doesn't matter how he died.
After leaving the cell door, Tingwei Zhai Gong stood outside with his hands behind his back. The old man had a bad look on his face. He knew what Su Ren was doing. Although Zhai Gong and Su Ren had not had much contact and there were not many opportunities to meet, Su Ren had a terrible reputation.
Zhai Gong had heard a little bit about it, and he would not believe that Su Ren came to the cell just to take a look. Although Bian Tong was bound to die, it would have to be ordered by his court lieutenant or the emperor. It is against the law to deal with prisoners privately.
Su Ren saluted Zhai Gong, and Zhai Gong snorted coldly. In terms of official rank, Su Ren is now a general, although he is not much higher than Tingwei. In terms of age, Zhai Gong is as old as Su Ren.
His grandfather was enough, so Su Ren performed the ceremony as a junior, not based on his official position.
"Isn't General Su afraid of Han law?"
Su Ren chuckled: "Where did Tingwei's words come from? The boy thinks he has not committed any crime, so why should he worry about the laws of the Han Dynasty?"
"Hmph! You and I both know what General Su has done, so why bother pretending?"
Su Rendao: "According to the laws of the Han Dynasty, what kind of crime should Bian Tong be guilty of?"
"Falsely accusing the minister and showing great disrespect to His Majesty. According to the laws of the Han Dynasty, he will be cut in half and the three tribes will be wiped out!"
Su Ren curled his lips and said: "After all, because one person in Bian Tong will die at least a hundred or so people! How about listening to what I say, old gentleman?"
"Hmph! What else can you say?"
Su Rendao: "Death is not an exaggeration for a person from Biantong who commits a crime, but how can his mother, wife, and children be blamed? Of course, I am not pioneering for them, let alone pitiful. Just because he is a Han man, if he dies, one will be missing."
So I think it would be better for Bian Tong to die in prison. After death, all the guilt will disappear, and at least others will not be harmed. Does Ting Wei think what I say makes sense?"
Zhai Gong was a little stunned. He understood what Su Ren said, but he couldn't understand that Su Ren violated the law by handling the prisoners privately, but he was saving people. However, he followed the laws of the Han Dynasty and became the executioner who killed more than a hundred people, old and young.
.Looking at the lonely figure of the old man, Su Ren smiled and saluted Mr. Zhai, and then left the Tingwei Mansion. As for whether Biantong was hanged or bumped to death, he didn't care. (To be continued)