Although Xin Yue lowered her head when she first came to this prison, she didn't notice anything while being dragged all the way to the prison.

The code of conduct for special forces and military officers is to always listen and listen in all directions when in a strange environment, and pay close attention to the movements around you.

At that time, her eyes quickly scanned around, but she didn't see the person she was looking for.

In fact, without even looking at it, one can deduce with basic thinking how Chu Zhiling, a repeat offender of the imperial court, could be locked up so close to the gate.

But it is funny to say that the reason why Zhu Yan did not kill Chu Zhiling that day, but imprisoned him for three days before beheading him, was to promote the majesty of the emperor, to kill him in public, and to make Chu Zhiling die in public.

In this way, Quan Zhi writes about his dignity and pride as an emperor.

As a bystander, Xin Yue would feel sorry for Yan Zhan no matter what. He was full of talents but followed such a simple-minded idiot emperor. Such a dynasty cannot collapse and it is really disrespectful to the golden rule of Chinese history for thousands of years.

But as a person in the game, Xin Yue should laugh anyway. If Chu Zhiling really died because of herself, she would be trapped in self-blame for the rest of her life.

It's late at night now, and most of the people in the cell are asleep. Even if they are awake, they won't think that a person wearing a jailer's clothes is a prison robber, so Xin Yue is very safe now.

Xin Yue walked inside, and the excitement from gambling at the gate gradually faded away. Xin Yue picked up a torch hanging diagonally on the wall and continued walking in the corridor, looking inside the cell from time to time.

Strange, there is nothing!

"Ah!" Suddenly a loud shout rang out, and the air suddenly became very tense.

After saying "Ah", there was no sound immediately. Xin Yue held his breath, and the torch in his hand emitted light, turning into a shapeless ghost on the wall. The atmosphere seemed particularly strange.

"What do you call it in the middle of the night? Didn't you just lose a few taels of silver? As for looking like a bear after your parents died?"

The slightly younger jailer saw the money being stuffed into the bag by the mature jailer. He held his head and screamed again. He said with a mournful face: "That's what I'm treating my wife!"

"Fuck you, don't gamble if you can't afford to lose! You went to pee, don't let me see you like this when you come back!" The middle-aged prisoner kicked the young jailer away in disgust and walked away with a curse.

With only the snores of the prisoners left in his ears, Xin Yue pressed his back against the wall and exhaled slowly.

There were empty cells ahead, and Xin Yue couldn't help but frown.

It wasn't until he saw a large door at the end that Xin Yue's frown gradually relaxed.

It should be in here.

Xin Yue walked to the door, roughly looked at the shape of the keyhole, lifted up his trouser legs, and took out two iron wire strips from the black cloth binding his calves.

This kind of lock is too difficult to open. Xin Yue has never seen it before. It is completely impossible to open it with a wire.

She first put a piece of wire into the keyhole, fiddled with it twice, put her ear against it, and listened intently to the sound inside.

But the lock was too difficult to open. After a minute passed, Xin Yue still couldn't open it.

And, to make matters worse, it seems, seems, seemingly, someone! is coming!

"How come you haven't seen Zhang Ronghua yet? Does he want to sleep in this prison?"

A slightly stout jailer asked doubtfully.

"Who knows! Maybe he will have sex with his little wife." A jailer said while shaking the black cup in his hand and slamming it on the table, "Big or small?"

"size!"

"Okay, let's place the bet, buy it and leave it, buy it and leave it! - Hey, you kid, you are older and younger at one moment, and you are not sure what you want to buy as you move around!"

The sturdy jailer did not participate in their gambling. He frowned and said, "I'll go down and take a look."

After saying that, he opened the door and stepped down the steps with one foot.

Xin Yue had already held his breath. If the jailers found that Zhang Ronghua had been beaten unconscious and the woman who was supposed to be in the prison had disappeared, then they would find that an assassin had broken in. After falling into a passive position, this time

The success rate of the action will be greatly reduced.

"Hey, Brother Hu, there's no need to go, that guy Zhang Ronghua seems to have left long ago."

The sturdy jailer named Brother Hu stopped and said, "Really? Did you see him leaving?"

"Yes, I saw him come once and leave soon after."

The jailer who spoke had just sat up, and after finishing these words, he lay down on the straw mat again.

"That's good."

The jailer named Brother Hu stopped, turned back to the jailer's room, and closed the door with a soft bang.

"It seems like he's gone."

The jailer closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice, and then muttered to himself: "It seems to have left, but it seems not to have left. He should have left, he still has to do his job."

After whispering these words, the jailer closed his eyes again, rolled over, pulled the quilt sideways, and prepared to see Duke Zhou.

Xin Yue wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a long breath.

Continuing to fiddle with the lock in his hand, but still unable to unlock it, a small amount of sweat broke out on Xin Yue's forehead, and a rare anxiety appeared on his usually calm face.

Calm down, Xin Yue, you have to calm down.

Don't panic.

It seems to be a bit confusing.

But at this moment, the door where the jailers were located creaked open again.

"I always feel that something is wrong. There seems to be the smell of kerosene here." Jailer Chen Hu frowned, opened the door, and walked down the steps.

He stepped forward step by step.

Snap, snap, snap.

The atmosphere suddenly became very quiet, and the only sound in Xin Yue's ears was the sound of footsteps falling one after another.

He only had to pass a corner and he could see Xin Yue.

Xin Yue could even see his boots and was coming over soon.

It was so eerily quiet that you could clearly hear the rustling of boots on the ground.

"There's no one there." Under the dim candlelight, the jailer looked at the empty space in front of the iron gate and muttered to himself. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he didn't approach.

After saying that, he turned around and walked back.

If he approached the door now, he would definitely see a lock that had fallen to the ground. It was a pity that he turned around.

Xin Yue pressed his back against the door, his clenched fists finally loosened, and his palms became cold.

By the dim light of the fire, Xin Yue looked around the room. Various chains were listed above, as well as blood-stained crosses and some iron tools. This should be the torture chamber.

Xin Yue stepped forward step by step, his thin boots stepping on the ground so lightly that there was no sound.

There is no one here now, and it feels strange.

There was another door inside, which was unlocked. Xin Yue hesitated and put his hand on the doorknob.
Chapter completed!