Wanghai County, county government prison.

In a separate cell in the innermost cell, there were copper and iron walls on all sides, except for a small iron window near the corridor.

A very weak light came in from the iron window, which was the only source of light in this small cell.

There was water on the floor of the cell, which had seeped in from the corridor outside, and there was also some human feces and the like.

The only dry thing was the pile of firewood and hay in the corner. At this moment, a man was sitting on the pile of firewood, his back to the door, and his fingers were writing and drawing on the wall.

From time to time there were a few chuckles.

On the ground not far behind him, there were half a hardened nest scattered on the ground, and a group of mice were gnawing on it.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

When the jailer came in carrying a wooden barrel and shouting as he walked, the cell, which had been as silent as a tomb, suddenly became agitated.

Many prisoners ran from corners to behind the bars and stretched out their hands into the corridor.

"Give it to me!"

"I want to eat, I want to eat!"

The warder held a long-handled iron ladle in his hand, skillfully scooped out a ladle of semi-liquid food like pig food from the barrel and threw it into the dirty empty bowls held by the prisoners.

"It's not enough to eat. Please give me another spoonful!"

"Just go to hell and eat as much as you like!"

A prisoner grabbed the jailer's trousers. The jailer was shocked and angry. He picked up the iron gourd in his hand and hit the prisoner's arm.

Since this iron ladle was used by jailers to distribute food to these extremely vicious prisoners, then this was definitely not an ordinary iron ladle.

The design of this iron ladle has a little bit of caution in it, and it can be used as a weapon at critical moments.

No, this prisoner was howling and screaming after being beaten. His arms were covered by clothes and he couldn't see what was going on inside. But the back of his exposed hand was hit all over after being hit a few times.

bloodstains...

The prisoner screamed and retracted his arm in pain.

The jailer then used the iron ladle to knock on the iron window several times, making a crisp clanging sound.

"If you grab the hem of my trousers with all your hands and fingers, you will be forced to walk around without food, you beheaders! Be honest with me!"

Next, when the jailer distributed food, these people were much more honest.

Maybe it was because of the previous killing of chickens to scare the monkeys, so that they would not dare to make mistakes and accept as many as they were given.

Some people may ask, if the jailer is so arrogant, aren't he afraid that the people here will go out in the future and take revenge on the jailer and his family?

After all, except for the small chance that the people who can get into this place are unjust or wrong, most of them really deserve what they deserve and have done bad things!

Some people are even the masters of burning, looting, killing, arson and other bad things. Isn't a little jailer afraid of retaliation?

Ha, of course the jailers are worried about retaliation, but there are also areas in the prison.

In other misdemeanor areas, jailers would not dare to do this.

Even some criminals whose families have money can still enjoy the big fish and meat outside even if they live in a cell after they come in and take care of themselves.

You can even see jailers and criminals sitting at the prison table, eating meat, drinking, boxing, and finally playing cards and gambling...

Of course, these things were done behind the back of the county magistrate and the others. This is the bottom level.

Through this, these jailers can get a little bit of oil and water to enrich their families.

&nnbsp; As for the cell here, that situation is impossible.

What you see are very horrifying interrogation scenes.

Because this is the hardest hit area, those detained are the most vicious people.

Some criminals even killed their own relatives before they were imprisoned here. They had no money and no way to take care of themselves. You said that for prisoners like this, the wardens could not benefit from them and were afraid of them.

Do you still dare to eat, drink and have fun together?

Furthermore, when these people were imprisoned in cells, jailers could beat them on the arms and backs of hands from outside.

That's because they can't get out, so they can be bullied without fear of retaliation, because prisoners locked up here will basically never be able to get out in this life!

What? You said someone went out too?

Haha, that’s just carrying it out!

The moment they get out, they are going to behead them, so the jailers in this area are not worried at all about being retaliated by these prisoners.

What revenge can be given to a dead person?

In this way, the warder distributed the food unimpeded, like an uncrowned king. He was really the boss here.

He came to the bars of the innermost cell.

He was a little surprised.

Because the prisoners held here were sent here three days ago.

When it was delivered, there were wounds on both sides of the waist, and a lot of blood flowed.

In the past three days, when he came to distribute food every day, other prisoners were screaming, but this man made no movement at all.

He thought the man was dead, so he called two of his companions to go in and take a look. They found that the man was not dead, but just lying on a pile of firewood in a daze.

But I can barely eat the steamed buns and porridge that were brought in.

Just last night, when he came to patrol, the prisoner inside borrowed pen and paper from him and said he wanted to write a letter of apology to his parents...

Once everyone is here, they are not allowed to send messages outside.

So the jailer rejected him at that time.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

The jailer picked up the iron gourd in his hand and knocked hard on the iron window, but there was no movement inside.

"Hand over the bowl, it's time to eat!" the jailer shouted again, but there was still no movement inside.

The jailer was surprised, so he came closer, put his eyes on the bars and looked in.

It turned out that there was a person lying on the pile of firewood, with his back to the outside.

"Are you dead? If you're not dead, just hold out the bowl and you still want me to serve you and eat?"

The man turned his back to here, but there was still no movement at all. He looked as if he was dead.

The jailer was a little panicked now, so he quickly put down his things and took out the key to go in and take a look.

He is responsible for supervising this area. If they are prisoners who have been interrogated, they will die in prison. There is basically no difference between dying earlier or dying later.

But for these prisoners who are awaiting trial, we cannot let them die easily. If they die, what will the county magistrate do to interrogate them?

If this matter is investigated, he will lose his job.

Thinking of this, he opened the door faster. After pushing the door open, he rushed into the firewood pile. At the same time, he was still shouting: "What are you doing, you damn thing?"

Then he raised his hand and pushed the man lying on the pile of firewood, and the man fell apart immediately.
Chapter completed!