My cards are not straight

Chapter 101 Punishment
Wen Ning raised her eyebrows, she not only passed by, but also jumped back and forth in front of the yamen servant.

The yamen servant didn't come up in one breath and fainted on the spot.

"Hey, brother, don't faint!" Wen Ning took a walk and took two steps to catch the yamen servant, and pinned him down.

The yamen servant, who was startled awake halfway through the faint, opened his eyes to see Wen Ning's face, rolled his eyes and was about to faint again.

Wen Ning grabbed his collar and slapped him twice.

The yamen servant woke up.

With swollen cheeks, he asked in a bad mood, "What are you going to do?"

Wen Ning smiled, "I told you, find the murderer. I don't want to be blamed for another murder."

Yamen servant: Or I'd better pass out.

Thinking of this, the yamen servant fainted again.

This time Wen Ning didn't wake up the yamen servant, instead she straightened her sleeves and put her hands in her pockets, just as she was about to start her own reasoning, the back of her head felt a pain.

Wen Ning fainted.

The yamen servant dusted off the dust and laughed loudly: "Small, ginger is still hot! Take it away."

With a wave of his hand, the people under him rushed up and handcuffed Wen Ning and others, and put them in prison together with the villagers of Shengli'ao.

The reason given by the yamen servant was harboring criminals.

A group of people squeezed into a small cell, and passer-by A seemed to be a VIP, not to mention a luxurious bed, bathtub, screen, and wardrobe in a cell alone.

Passer-by B grabbed the railing and roared angrily, "Why does he live in such a place?"

"Because she is our official's unmarried wife."

In a word, tell Passerby B to shut up.

Passerby A: I don’t know if I should say MMP or not.

Compared with these two, the other players seemed much calmer.

Duan Geng squatted in the corner of the cell, carefully sawing wood with a saw in his hand.

Wen Goudan directly metaphysical fortune-telling, throwing stones crazily.

Song Yi leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

As for Wen Ning——

She is being tied to the rack COS God.

When a basin of clear water was poured over, Wen Ning regained consciousness, her blurred vision gradually became clear, and she saw the yamen servant sitting on the stool shyly and laughing.

Her sharp gaze crossed the yamen servant's face, and the yamen servant sat obediently with a restrained smile.

Wait, this woman is tied up, what am I afraid of!
The yamen servant realized later, his movements became more and more presumptuous, and he waved his hands at the person beside him with his legs crossed.

The crime written in black and white was presented to Wen Ning.

"Sign it, so as not to endure the pain of flesh and blood."

Wen Ning cast down her eyes and closed her eyes.

Who wrote this crime? It's really... too bad!Using three different words to describe the same thing, it is hard not to suspect that it was written by the person who wrote the crime to make up the number of words.

Her unlovable expression put the yamen servant in a good mood, "Hurry up and sign, and you're good too..."

The yamen servant said that he looked at Wen Ning obscenely, "Tsk tsk, maybe you have served me well, and I can..."

"Pooh!"

Wen Ning spit on the yamen servant's face impartially, successfully annoying the yamen servant.

"Quickly, lift that guy up, I want to make this guy always powerful!"

The yamen servant wiped off his saliva with an angry expression.

The person on the side: "Do you really want to lift it up?"

"lift!"

After getting an accurate answer, the man yelled behind him: "Hurry up and put the painful torture tools up."

clam?
(°-°〃)
Wen Ning couldn't believe her ears for a moment.

what... what... what? !

Seeing the solemn and solemn appearance of this group of people, Wen Ning felt that she had played it off.

The three of them came carrying a long bench from the pier, and at the end of the bench was a feather tied with wire.

Wen Ning: This...

She didn't know how to describe it.

In an instant, Wen Ning was untied from the rack and tied to the bench.

Her shoes were forcibly removed, her white feet were exposed to the air, and the soles of her feet were aimed at the feathers.

Is it—

Wen Ning's pupils trembled, and he was no longer as calm as before.

The yamen servant smiled triumphantly, "Are you scared? It's too late!"

"Sentence!"

The feathers swayed in the wind, and the feather tails gently scratched the soles of Wen Ning's feet.

Wen Ning tightly closed her lips to resist tenaciously, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Her laughter catapulted through the wall and gradually fell into the ears of those still in the prison, and the laughter gradually changed.

From the original hahaha to giggling and then to Jie Jie Jie!

Wen Goudan was so frightened that his fortune-telling hands trembled, and he figured out a dead end.

He hurriedly pulled the door frame, trying to see which brat interrupted him from taking a bath (referring to scratching his head casually), burning incense (referring to randomly breaking three straws) and praying (referring to fortune-telling).

Another burst of laughter came, but this time the laughter was mixed with screams.

"What happened!"

Wen Goudan poked his head out to look at the wall at the end of the road. The warm yellow firelight hit the wall, reflecting a few figures.

Among the four figures, the one with disheveled hair who couldn't tell the gender slowly raised his hand while pinching a person's neck.

The person whose neck was strangled kicked his legs frantically, and gradually became silent.

The man looked at the other two who were huddled together beside him, and they didn't need him to hit the pillar by themselves.

Wen Goudan was watching intently, when he saw the shadow of the lunatic with disheveled hair shrinking gradually, it seemed that he was about to come out.

He quickly retracted, his head retracted halfway, but he found that his head was too big and stuck.

"Ouch, come on, come help me!"

Passer-by B and Song Yi rushed over after hearing the sound, each grabbing a hand and pulling hard.

"Aww, take it easy!"

Wen Goudan only felt pain in his ears being scratched by the wooden pole.

Passerby B looked at Song Yi at a loss, and Song Yi comforted: "Master Wen, don't be afraid, if you hurt us, we won't pull you."

"No... No way, if you don't shrink in, just come—oh!"

The cry of killing a pig resounded throughout the cell.

Wen Goudan fell to the ground and cried, "Boy, what a move."

Song Yi: "Excuse me, I don't know what is the trick that Master Wen said just now?"

Wen Goudan recounted the scene he had just seen.

The more Song Yi listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. He raised his eyes to meet the resentful gaze outside the cell, and asked with a smile, "Did the ghost hold something round in his hand when he walked over?"

Wen Goudan narrowed his eyes and thought, "Yes!"

"Ah!"

Different voices sounded at the same time.

Wen Ning turned the key with her index finger, and the dead fish stared at everyone in the cell.

"Old man, I think you live quite comfortably here, so it's better not to let you out."

Warm dog egg: QAQ
Wen Ning said that no one would come out, but Wen Ning opened the door with a slippery hand.

After Passerby B, Song Yi, and Wen Goudan left the cell, Wen Ning hurried to open the door of Passerby A's luxurious VIP single room.

After successfully rescuing passerby A, Wen Ning heard a voice not far from the next door, "Wow!"

She took a step back and turned her head to look, only to see Duan Geng screaming with his hands on his hips.

"Hard work pays off, I finally sawed off this wooden pole."

Duan Geng kicked the cracked wooden pole and walked out of the prison, not forgetting to turn his head and shout at the person in the cell: "Quick, let's get together? Where are the people?"

He looked left and right, but couldn't find the three people who were in the same cell.

He turned his back on the three people sawing wood, how did the three change?
(End of this chapter)