a very dark dark guard

Chapter 190
Princess Yulin definitely has a reason to hate because of love, because we swaggered out of Baiyi Building in front of her, Yunzhou didn't give her a look, his attention was all on the one I gave him. Pack dim sum.

In front of Princess Yulin and the crowd of onlookers, he opened the handkerchief bag and ate while walking, as if he had returned to the state of poisoning, turning a deaf ear to everything except food.

Princess Yulin's people were all down, and she went into battle by herself...that was impossible.

What else to do without staring at us as we go?

"Ma'am, I still want to eat braised duck feet." Yun Zhou said this naturally.

"Buy." I answered naturally.

Xiang'er was caught in the middle, looking at him for a while, and me for a while. In fact, Yunzhou and I didn't have any special expressions on our faces, because this conversation has been repeated countless times since we met.

But in Xianger's eyes, it seems to be quite a new and interesting story. She is small and tender. She walks between us two tall and long-legged older youths. The sense of sight of a family of three should not be too strong.

I had no choice but to send her to a shop on the street to buy preserved fruits and roasted seeds and nuts. After buying, she can go back first without waiting for us.

It took more than ten minutes to walk to the braised meat shop that Yunzhou wanted to go to, and no matter what time slot he had to go, he had to queue up.

As soon as Princess Yulin was offended, the two of us went out shopping. It was indeed a bit frenzied.

Yulin County is mainly able to swallow this breath, I grabbed my head and kicked it like a ball.

She will make a big fuss when she goes back, and it will definitely go to Father Yunzhou.

And the two of us seem to be ghosts who don't know worries, and we are still in the mood to eat, drink and have fun.

"This kind of scene has been dreamed many times in my dreams since I came back." Yun Zhou held up the stewed duck paw that he had finally bought in line and looked at it for a long time.

"It shouldn't be a dream, but you are stupid... You haven't forgotten what you experienced after being poisoned and lost your memory, but it's just hidden deep in your mind."

"lady?"

"Ok?"

"lady."

"Ah."

"In my dream, when I called these two words, I felt very at ease. Now, it's the same when I'm awake."

"You're recovered now, and you're just as safe without me."

"It's different, don't worry."

"Then...keep calling."

"it is good."

This conversation happened when we were passing by Market Street. It was very noisy, and the background sound was deafening and deafening.

But the amazing thing is that our conversation seems to have been processed by sound insulation and noise reduction. Anyway, my brain processes it like this. I can't hear what the hawkers around me are shouting, and I can't hear a word he said.

Sometimes promises have nothing to set off vigorously, and they are so plain that they are no different from daily conversations.

But to the right people, it means a lot.

However, our strength lies here, and it is not easy to keep it plain. When we returned to his mansion, a large group of officers and soldiers were waiting for us at the door...

"Mr. Xuan, we are ordered to arrest the villain who humiliated Princess Yulin and injured her guards. Please Miss An to go to the punishment court to answer." The leading military officer threw a piece of paper in front of us. Arrest/order is about the same.

The correctional courts are in charge of 'city/internal/anti-terrorism' matters, and they are in charge of everything from assassinating foreign envoys.

"Okay, I'll go with her." Yun Zhou didn't stop her, but only said that he wanted to go with me.

"The patriarch is looking for you. I have something to ask. You'd better go back to Xiyuan immediately." The military officer took out another token and showed it to Yun Zhou.

"You go, I'll go with them and explain the situation." The patriarch of the Xi clan hadn't expressed his opinion yet, so I was in no hurry to do anything, so I patted Yun Zhou's hand and told him to go home and see if his father was okay. what attitude.

"You can do whatever you want, don't have any scruples." Yun Zhou shook my hand instead.

"Don't worry, I'm allergic to 'kui' and never eat 'kuai'."

I followed the military officer to the prison, and was sent to the prison again. The conditions here are very different from the ordinary prisons in Sun City.

The stones used to build the prison cells are materials such as granite, and they are all large dark rooms, with single rooms and no shared rooms.

The door is a one-foot-thick metal door with a small window the size of a face, which is convenient for the jailer to throw cornbreads in.

For convenience, there is a hole straight up and down, which looks like a modern toilet, but it has to be a little smaller. Anyway, even if you can shrink your bones, you can't get in.

In addition, there are no other vents. This is the most common cell in the correctional institution. It is a place where important prisoners are held, and it is even tighter than this.

Ordinarily, I should be sent to the recidivist cell, and I would have to wear shackles. The correctional hospital has a special prison doctor who designed a set of "acupuncture" sedation packages for prisoners with high martial arts skills.

However, when the military officer sent me in, he asked for my opinion and asked me if I wanted a set, and I said no.

I refused, so no one dared to give me a set meal. The needles of the prison doctors are not as strong as the knives of the guards, and they didn't want to waste their efforts.

The military attache's attitude towards me was lukewarm, just business-like.

The jailers were different. They said that the military officer was too cautious and thought too much. I was imprisoned in this place, so how can I turn around?
The superiors will definitely punish me severely, so why be polite to me?
So I didn’t get a meal at that time, the bedding in the cell was not delivered as required, the air hole on the door was blocked by them from the outside, the smell in the room was getting heavier, the key was that there was no air circulation, and the oxygen would be more and more concentrated. less.

The so-called "interrogation" does not exist at all, no one comes for interrogation, no one comes for questioning.

When I came in, I released the gas thread and wrapped it around the jailer.

When they were on patrol at night, I would manipulate them to open the vents when they were unconscious, and then plug them back in the morning. I don't remember doing this at all.

There is no hurry to eat and drink water. In such a quiet environment, I meditate all day long, but I gather my energy and focus and make rapid progress.

Prisoners in the correctional court are not allowed to visit, and they are also tried here, and they will not go to court.

People who come in rarely go out, so everyone defaults that as long as people come in, they have no chance to go out again, and in such a place, ordinary people can't live long.

Even if the prisoner is not sentenced to death, the jailer will think of ways to let the prisoner die accidentally.

For example, blocking the vents and suffocating the prisoner to death.

Or give them no food and let them slowly starve to death.

The quicker way is to poison and say that the prisoner got sick and died in prison.

They also tried to use these tricks on me, but seven days passed and I was still alive.

They had to step up their efforts to open the air holes and blow poisonous smoke inside.

"Ugh—cough, cough, cough..." The buddy who was blowing the poisonous smoke, choked on the poisonous smoke, blew that breath, and returned it all, and it went into his own mouth.

There was no ventilation in the cell, and he didn't have time to think about where the wind was coming from, and the poisonous smoke was blown out in the opposite direction.

He hurriedly asked his colleagues to take him to the medical station. They were only responsible for poisoning and had no antidote on them.

(End of this chapter)