I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 139
In the prison, Wen Rong curled up in a corner, trembling, and there were scars left by various instruments of torture on his body.

Since Hai Rui's public trial of this case last time, Wen Rong's crime of murder in the street could not be cleared away!And the Wen family also seemed to have given up on his youngest son, and stopped managing the warden and the guards in charge of guarding him.

But at this moment, this group of jailers who had been extremely respectful before immediately showed their fangs and tried every means to torture Wen Rong. They trampled on those who were higher than themselves in order to gain satisfaction.

But fortunately, Wen Rong hadn't been alive for a few days, so the prison arranged a separate cell for him.

In a trance, Wen Rong seemed to have returned to Wen's house. He was sitting in his seat, enjoying the table full of delicacies. The room smelled very good, with a faint fragrance.

"Father, mother, I know my mistake, I want to go home!" In a daze, Wen Rong said these words.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Rong woke up suddenly, only to find that he was still lying on the prison bed!Since this room has not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, the straw under the bed has long been moldy, and the quilt on the bed has been used by countless people, and it is already dirty and black, emitting a disgusting stench.

"Ahhh!" Wen Rong couldn't accept everything in front of him, but hugged his head and howled in pain, trying to vent his inner fear.

"Damn it, I really thought I was still the young master of the Wen family!"

Seeing this, the guard in the next cell opened the door of Wen Rong's cell, grabbed Wen Rong's hair, and slammed into the wall desperately.

"Tell you to disturb my uncle to sleep, I'll kill you! Fuck it!" The jailer slammed Wen Rong's head against the wall while cursing. After a while, Wen Rong's cheeks were covered with blood.

When the jailer saw this, he stopped his hands, and then kicked Wen Rong ruthlessly, knocking Wen Rong onto the bed!

Immediately afterwards, he cursed and said: "Give me a good night's sleep, otherwise, I will not spare you!"

After the jailer finished speaking, he spat on the ground, then turned and left the cell, and locked it again.

And Wen Rong didn't dare to make any more movements after experiencing such a severe beating, he just curled up on the bed, the blood that flowed from his head earlier blurred his vision.

But at this moment, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and if he moved a little, it would hurt terribly.

Wen Rong didn't know how long such days would last, gradually, a sense of drowsiness came over him, and Wen Rong fell asleep.

……

I don't know how much time passed, and suddenly a sharp pain hit, waking Wen Rong up from his sleep.

When he opened his eyes vigorously, he saw that the prison uniform on his body was already soaked, and the wounds all over his body began to ache.

"Hey, how does the salt water taste?" The man who came was the jailer who was in charge of guarding him earlier.

After Wen Rong heard the person's voice clearly, his body shrank back subconsciously.

"You...what do you want to do?" Then Wen Rong mustered up his courage and said these words intermittently.

"Don't be nervous, your father has already paid a large sum of money to the government! You will be able to leave here soon."

After the jailer finished speaking, he looked at the young master of the Wen family with a very playful look.

"Really...Really, you didn't lie to me?" Wen Rong heard the jailer's words, and the flame called hope was rekindled in Wen Rong's eyes.

"It's true, as long as you press a fingerprint!" After the jailer finished speaking, he took out the inkpad and the paper on which Wen Rong's crimes were recorded.

"Press it quickly, you can go out from here." Seeing that Wen Rong didn't press his fingerprint, the jailer couldn't help urging him.

Just as Wen Rong wanted to see the writing on it clearly, he was interrupted impatiently by the jailer. Then the jailer picked up Wen Rong's right index finger, stained it with some ink pad, and pressed it hard on the paper.

It was only at this time that Wen Rong could see the writing on it clearly, and only saw that it was written in the column of crimes: "Murder in the street, assist the family in selling private salt, bribe officials, kill competitors, cheat on accounts, deliberately underpay salt tax... "

"You lied to me!"

It was only at this time that Wen Rong came to his senses. After a loud roar, he mobilized all his strength and rushed towards the jailer, trying to take back the piece of paper on which the crime was recorded.

Wen Rong knew very well that every one of the crimes mentioned above could lead to the ruin of the Wen family!At this time, he wanted to do his best to save the fate of the family.

The jailer put away the paper, and then kicked Wen Rong far away with a flying kick. Unexpectedly, Wen Rong did not give in, but quickly supported his body and rushed towards the jailer.

"Give it to me!" Wen Rong came to the jailer and restrained him tightly, not letting him leave.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, for the safety of the piece of paper in his arms, the jailer could only shout loudly: "Brothers, come quickly, get this madman away!"

Soon, the guards from other cells also rushed to the cell, and with the joint efforts of everyone, Wen Rong was brought under control.

When the jailer broke free from the shackles, he touched the piece of paper in his arms and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it hadn't been damaged.

"Hit, hit me to death!"

As soon as the voice fell, countless fists fell like raindrops.

Seeing that Wen Rong had been beaten to the brink of death, everyone stopped immediately in order not to cause death.

"The young master of the Wen family was fine a few days ago, why did he suddenly go crazy today?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm afraid."

"Thank you guys for today's matter, I have something to do later, I'll treat you to a drink another day!"

"No problem, call some more girls when the time comes, and let's have a good time together."

……

And soon, this piece of paper that recorded the Wen family's crimes appeared on Zheng Michang's book case.

Zheng Michang spread it out on the desk, and after seeing Wen Rong's handprint on it, he smiled lightly and said, "Hmph, these guys are good at handling things, and they got it so quickly!"

"Wen family, let me see how you escape this time?"

After Zheng Michang finished speaking, he got up and poured himself a cup of tea, then put away the paper and looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

"Go, call the inspector over to me, and tell me that I have something to discuss with him!"

After a while, Zheng Michang called his subordinates and gave instructions.

"Yes, Mr. Chief Executive! This subordinate will go now."

After taking the order, the subordinates left quickly.

About two quarters of an hour later, He Maocai hurried to the Governor's Mansion.

"Has something progressed?" He Maocai asked impatiently as soon as he entered the hall.

"Here, you can read it for yourself." After Zheng Michang finished speaking, he took out the paper recording Wen's crimes and handed it to He Maocai.

After He Maocai took it, he looked at it again, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Haha, by then, with this thing, he will be able to punish the Wen family's crimes! When shall we do it?"

"No hurry, just wait." Zheng Michang was not as excited as He Maocai, but just shook his head silently.

"What are you waiting for, let's get our hands together now, and go directly to the Wen family! By then, all of his Wen family's wealth will be ours." He Maocai said, with an unconcealable excitement in his tone.

"I always feel that something is wrong with this matter. The progress of the matter is really too smooth! It seems that there is a pair of invisible big hands constantly pushing this matter forward."

Zheng Michang's face was full of solemnity, and he put forward his own idea.

"That's fine, as the old saying goes, be careful when sailing for ten thousand years! Be careful, and you will be right. If there is a shortage of manpower, please let me know, and I will transfer the inspectors."

Seeing this, He Maocai no longer urged, but opened his mouth to speak.

(End of this chapter)