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Chu Huan's expression was calm, as if he glanced at the group of prisoners, and saw those guys squatting under the wall, all looking at the braised pork, their throats were moving uncontrollably.

Chu Huan sniffed it with his nose, and sighed: "It's true that money can turn ghosts around. In this place where birds don't shit, there is such a delicious food!" Looking intoxicated, he rubbed his stomach and said He said: "It's just that I'm not very hungry...!" Pointing to Fatty Fan, he said, "Fatty Fan, please take care of this bowl of meat first, I'm sleepy, go to sleep first, and enjoy it slowly when I wake up." !"

Fatty Fan was taken aback for a moment, and then his face showed joy, and he said again and again: "Master Chu, you sleep with you, and I will watch over this bowl of meat!"

"Remember, if there is a piece of meat missing here, don't blame me for skinning you!" Chu Huan said coldly, then stretched his waist, lay down without saying much, and even turned his back to with the prisoners.

Fatty Fan was truly elated at this moment.

He had a paper bag in his waist, and ever since he came back from the jailer's room, he had been thinking about how to add medicine to Chu Huan's diet, and his heart was always agitated and uneasy.

But he never imagined that the heavens would favor him so much, and he had been worried that he would not have the chance to make a move, but the heavens gave him such a great opportunity.

He almost jumped up for joy.

He approached and stood next to the bowl of braised pork. The greasy braised pork was right in front of his eyes. Fatty Fan, who hadn't tasted meat for a long time in the dungeon, moved his throat, but he didn't dare to move. .

Chu Huan was facing inside, his body was still, his breathing was even, and his eyes were slightly squinted. It didn't take long before his snoring sounded.

Fatty Fan narrowed his eyes and called softly, "Chu...Master Chu...!"

Chu Huan purred very loudly, but Fatty Fan's soft cry could not be heard. Seeing that Chu Huan did not agree, Fatty Fan's face showed a stern look, and he slowly touched his waist with one hand, and went to take it. Put the paper bag into the braised pork with laxatives.

He was really a little nervous, Chu Huan's lingering prestige was still there, thinking of Chu Huan's merciless attack, Fatty Fan still felt a little bit upset, if he took the medicine today, if Chu Huan found out, he would have a hard time in the future.

He was a little hesitant, but he had a thought in his mind, he was the boss of this prison cell, how happy he was on weekdays, but after Chu Huan came in, he became like a grandson, and this Chu Huan found fault with him everywhere, since he came in last night In one day, I beat myself at least four or five times. If this continues, it will take less than two days, and I am afraid that I will be beaten to death by this kid.

Thinking of the grievance, Fatty Fan no longer hesitated. He was determined to put medicine into the braised pork. He took out the paper bag, opened it carefully, and was about to put medicine into the meat, but when he saw the golden yellow and fragrant braised pork , couldn't help it for a while, stretched out a hand, took a piece of meat into his mouth tremblingly, after the mouth, it was really fatty and oily, Fatty Fan showed intoxication on his face, chewed slowly, and suddenly heard Chu Huan's snoring became quieter, startled, he swallowed the meat in his mouth forcefully, and poured a little laxative from the paper bag into the braised pork as quickly as possible.

He was afraid that if the whole package of medicine was poured in, it would not be easy to melt, and Chu Huan would see the clues, so he only poured in a small half, and hurriedly put the paper package back into his waist.

Seeing that although Chu Huan's snoring had subsided, he didn't turn around or move, as if he was still in a deep sleep, Fatty Fan heaved a sigh of relief, moved his buttocks back, and compared with the bowl of braised pork with laxatives Pulled some distance.

He stared at the laxative that was poured on the braised pork, seeing the white foam was quickly melting into the meat, he immediately showed a smug smile, and the fierceness in his eyes also showed.

He is not a good person. He was tortured by Chu Huan this day, and his heart is full of resentment. This time, he has made up his mind. leg.

As he was thinking about how to torture Chu Huan, Fatty Fan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, as if a knife had been inserted into his lower abdomen. The pain was unbearable. He couldn't help but yelled "Ouch", and covered his stomach with his whole body, He fell limply to the ground and began to struggle.

The other prisoners in the prison were taken aback. Someone had already stepped forward and said in surprise, "Boss Fan, you... what's wrong with you?"

Several people came forward, only to see that Fatty Fan's face was already pale, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, but his pupils turned red in a short time.

Several people were shocked and frightened, and they didn't know why there was such a change.

Fatty Fan struggled painfully on the ground. He only felt that his lower abdomen was stabbed by a dagger, and his pale face began to slowly turn blue and swollen. When several prisoners saw it, one prisoner lost his voice: "No, Mr. Fan... Boss Fan has been poisoned!"

Fatty Fan's eyeballs were already protruding, even oozing blood. At the moment before he died, he suddenly understood something, pointed at the braised pork with all his strength, and uttered a few words with difficulty: "There... ……poisonous……!"

His meaning seemed clear, but he understood a deeper meaning.

Before he poisoned, poison had been put in this bowl of braised pork, but he couldn't figure it out, Zhang Dazi obviously asked himself to inject laxatives, why had poison been put in this meal beforehand?

Before he could figure it out, his whole body was already stiff and his breathing had stopped.

The prisoners were in a daze, and after a while, someone finally woke up, rushed to the door like crazy, and yelled loudly: "It's not good, I'm dead, come quickly...!" The voice was miserable, in the dark night, in this place In the gloomy dungeon, it is like a ghost.

At this time, a cold voice said: "Don't touch the corpse, and don't touch the bowl of meat!" Amidst the voice, Chu Huan, who had already fallen asleep, sat up.

Someone nearby exclaimed in surprise, "Master Chu, there is poison in this meat...!"

Chu Huan nodded slightly, and didn't say much. He had already heard hurried footsteps coming from the dungeon, and then he heard Zhang's bearded voice shouting, "It's midnight, why are you howling...!" He led the three jailers over quickly, Outside the cell, a jailer held a torch and shone in. Through the gaps in the wooden fence, the situation inside the cell was clear at a glance.

Zhang Dazi was the first to turn his eyes to the corner, but he was surprised to see Chu Huan sitting there alive and well, and then his eyes moved away, but he saw Fatty Fan lying motionless on the ground, and said in a voiceless voice: "Why... How did it become like this?"

Chu Huan had already stood up, and said with a sneer, "I would like to ask you, how did you become like this?"

Big bearded Zhang looked flustered, but he calmed down quickly, and waved his hand: "Come on, take out the corpse first... By the way, that bowl of meat is physical evidence, so take it out too!"

Someone rushed to unlock the lock, and Chu Huan rushed to the prison door and said sharply, "Stop!"

His shout was extremely cold and severe, the jailer who opened the lock was startled, took two steps back, and said in a voiceless voice: "You... what are you going to do?"

But Chu Huan stood in front of the door, looked at Zhang Dahuzi with a sneer, and said, "I want to ask you, you said this bowl of meat is physical evidence, but you don't know what kind of evidence it is?"

"Chu Huan, did you poison the bowl and killed Fatty Fan?" Big bearded Zhang said sharply, "We forgot to search you when you came in. This is our negligence of duty, but you have repeatedly neglected human life, which is a heinous crime!"

Chu Huan smiled instead of anger: "Human nature is sinister, so it is so. You are smart and want to use the crime of dereliction of duty to wash away the greater crime... But I want to ask you, how do you know that this bowl of braised pork is poisonous? How do you know Fatty Fan must have died of poisoning?"

Zhang Dazi was taken aback for a moment, he had just blurted out in a moment of impatience, only now did he realize that he had slipped his mouth.

But he was also very clear that Fatty Fan died of poisoning by mistake, which was a major event. What must be done now is to dispose of this bowl of braised pork and Fatty Fan's body, otherwise there will be great trouble.

"Chu Huan, don't make excuses." The bearded Zhang said arrogantly: "Come on, take the corpse away first...!"

"Want to take away the corpse?" Chu Huan said with a faint smile, "Do you want to destroy the evidence? It's not that easy to deal with people's lives like this!" Pointing at Zhang's bearded man, he said, "Today, if you can Take the corpse away, and my surname will not be Chu!"

Zhang Dazi was stunned, then pulled out his knife, and said angrily: "Chu Huan, you are obstructing your business, even if you hacked to death, we will not bear the responsibility...!" He was really anxious now, he thought Everything was in plan and would be completed smoothly, but who knew that things would develop to this point, the corpse and the bowl of braised pork could not be taken out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He thought that once such a bowl of fragrant braised pork was delivered, Chu Huan would definitely swallow it, but he never expected that Chu Huan didn't eat meat, but Fatty Fan ate it first He took a piece and died because of it.

Miscalculated one move, and the whole game is really lost.

There was a fierce look in his eyes, and he wanted to rush forward and split Chu Huan in half with one knife.

Chu Huan was already standing in front of the cell door, looking at his posture, if he wanted to take the corpse and braised pork from the cell today, he had to pass this test.

Zhang Dahuzi held the knife tightly in his hand, and the three jailers around him also drew their swords, looking at Chu Huan fiercely.

Chu Huan turned his head and said in a deep voice: "You all saw it. This group of servants killed your Boss Fan. Now that you are all insiders, they are going to kill you!"

When the prisoners saw that Fatty Fan was poisoned and died, they didn't know what was going on, and they were terrified. At this time, when they heard what Chu Huan said, they all looked at Zhang Dahuzi and the others, and they all showed signs of death. The color of anger comes——

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