Fortunate Young Gentleman

Tang Ning walked out of the innermost cell. Peng Chen looked at him and asked, "How is it?"

"I have a few more questions to ask him." Tang Ning shook his head, looked at him again, and asked, "Is it okay to lock them up for a few days?"

Peng Chen shook his head and said, "A few days, no problem."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Tang Ning again and asked, "Do you want to separate them and interrogate them separately?"

"Not this time." Tang Ning shook his head, looked at the innermost cell, and whispered a few words in his ear. Peng Chen looked at him in surprise, nodded, and said, "It should be okay. I just need to tell the adults."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Tang Ning patted his shoulder and walked out of the county jail.

The jail was the darkest place in the entire county, and the air was filled with the smell of decay. In addition to the jailers, even the bailiffs were unwilling to stay any longer.

The cell had walls on three sides and only one side was a wooden fence. When the only side was blocked with wooden boards and the small window above was covered, the whole cell would become pitch dark.

Zhang Biao was imprisoned in such a cell.

The jailer and yamen runners in charge of this cell had already been ordered to open a small partition in the corner at a fixed time every day and send him steamed buns and water, but they could not communicate with him even a word during this process.

On the first day, Zhang Biao was still shouting loudly that he was wronged. After about a day and a night, the next morning, only by sticking carefully to the wooden board could he hear the occasional movement from the cell.

Peng Chen came from a distance, looked at a jailer, and asked, "What's going on?"

The jailer looked at the sealed cell with some fear, shook his head, and said, "There was a voice at the beginning, but I haven't heard him speak for a long time now."

A yamen runner came in with two steamed buns and water, lifted a small wooden board in the corner, and put the steamed buns and water in.

A voice soon came from the cell.

"Brother, officer, what time is it now?" Zhang Biao's voice was already a bit irritable and anxious.

The yamen runner said nothing, put the food and water in, and prepared to close the board again.

"Officer, say something to me!"

"Brother, just say a word!"

"Brother, what's your mother's surname!"

...

After the board was closed, the sound inside became much smaller, but the anxiety and mania in Zhang Biao's voice could still be heard, and several people even heard a sense of madness from it.

The jailer's face turned pale. In the past two days, he witnessed Zhang Biao's change from vigorous to quiet, and finally to such an anxious and violent appearance.

He had also thought that if it were him, he would go crazy in such a dark place, where no one spoke and no sound could be heard.

He looked at the cell surrounded by four sides, shook his head, and sighed: "What a sin..."

...

Zhang Biao had been locked up in the cell for four days. Since the third day, he had not eaten a bite of steamed buns or drunk a drop of water.

He threw the steamed buns out and overturned the bowl of water. He just pulled the hand of the yamen runner who brought him food through the small mouth for delivering food, and begged the yamen runner to say a word to him with tears and tears. He cried so hard that anyone who heard it was sad and anyone who saw it cried.

Of course, talking to him was against discipline. If you said a word, you would lose your salary this month, and if you kept silent, your salary would triple. Not to mention talking, in front of him, the yamen runner would not even fart.

Tang Ning not only wanted to avenge his other self, he also wanted to find out who was behind them. Zhang Biao didn't have the ability to train seven assassins, so this was probably the only clue he could catch.

He played flying chess with Tang Yaoyao in the yard. He played it to relieve his boredom when he was bored. He won and lost when he played with Qing'er, but he never won when he played with Tang Yaoyao.

He relied on luck to roll the dice, but Tang Yaoyao could get whatever she wanted. If she wanted, the Tang family wouldn't have to do business at all, and could make a fortune by opening a casino.

Fang Xiaopang was learning to cook with Zhong Yi in the kitchen. She had just wanted to try it on a whim yesterday, but Tang Ning unexpectedly discovered that she had a good talent in cooking. Although it was her first time cooking, she couldn't compare with Zhong Yi's cooking skills, but the two dishes she cooked were delicious and received praise from everyone.

A high-level foodie must not only know how to eat, but also how to cook. Fang Xiaopang transferred her obsession with eating to cooking. She only ate two bites of the dishes she cooked, but the satisfaction on her face was greater than when she could eat freely before.

Peng Chen walked over from a distance, looked at him, and whispered: "Zhang Biao wanted to hit the wall to commit suicide, but was rescued. His situation is not very good now."

Tang Ning put down the dice, said something to Tang Yaoyao, and then walked towards the county jail.

Zhang Biao had been brought out, tied up on a chair, his face was a little hideous, and the whole person looked very manic.

Staying in such an environment for four days, anyone would be manic.

In fact, he was not only manic, but also nervous, anxious, fearful, distracted, slow-thinking, and had illusions and hallucinations...

Tang Ning walked over slowly. When Zhang Biao saw him, the manic look on his face disappeared, replaced by fear. He was tied to a chair and shrank back subconsciously...

It was not until this moment that he realized that some people were scarier than ghosts!

Tangning moved a chair and sat across from him. She looked at the blood on his forehead and asked, "Do you remember who I am now?"

"I remember, I remember!" Zhang Biao nodded sharply and said: "It was us who took action that day, we were the ones who robbed you into that alley..."

Tangning looked at him and asked, "Who ordered you?"

"No one, no one..." Zhang Biao's eyes were slightly distracted and he murmured: "I just want money, want money..."

"Trying to make money?" Tang Ning nodded, looked at Peng Chen and said, "Detain him for another five days."

Zhang Biao had a look of extreme fear on his face and said loudly: "Capital Master, Capital Master, I only know that there are two of them. They are from the Capital City. They want your life and gave us one thousand taels of silver. I will take the rest." I don’t know, I really don’t know!”

After Zhang Biao finished speaking, he slumped on the chair, breathing heavily, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Zhang Biao was dragged down by two government officials and put into a normal cell.

In another cell, several people looked at Tang Ning and Peng Chen who were passing by, and were shocked: "What did you do to Brother Biao? We didn't do anything. You are abusing punishment and taking human life lightly..."

We are not afraid that gangsters will fight, but we are afraid that gangsters are educated. We are not afraid even if they are educated, and we are even more afraid that gangsters still know the law.

Tang Ning opened the cell door, and several people trembled and backed away.

They have seen what happened to Brother Biao. The iron-clad man turned into a human being and a ghost. They don't know what kind of torture he has experienced in the past few days.

The young man in front of him seemed kind, but he was more terrifying than any ghost.

Tangning walked into the cell and said, "He has confessed everything, now it's your turn."

One person said in a trembling voice: "Recruit, what are you recruiting?"

Tang Ning walked over and suddenly bent her knee and pressed her head against his stomach.

"No move, right?"

He kicked him away, with an angry expression on his face: "Killing, right?"

"Who gave your dog the courage!"

"And masked!"

"You think I can't recognize you if you're masked?"

"Come back and stand still!"

"Recruit or not, or I'll make you the same as Brother Biao!"

…

Several people were running around holding their heads. When they heard the words "Same as Brother Biao", they were agitated and spoke immediately.

"We recruit, we recruit!"

"Brother Biao did this!"

"Brother Biao is the one who killed you. Brother Gui, please spare your life!"

"Yes, yes, the unsolved case a year ago was also done by Brother Biao and has nothing to do with us!"

"Are you remembering wrongly? That headless case was committed by the second boss of the Qingyu Gang, and the case of hiding the corpse in the well was done by Brother Biao..."

"Yes, yes, this has nothing to do with us, sir!"

…

Several government officials stood outside the cell, watching helplessly as the prisoners ran away with their heads in their hands and confessed to their crimes under Tang Ning's fists and kicks. Their mouths opened involuntarily.

Peng Chen couldn't help but kicked a scribe who was taking notes and said, "Why are you still standing there? Write down everything they say!"

Tang Ning kicked another person away and said angrily: "What an unsolved case, the case of hiding a corpse in a well? What I'm asking you about is the case from half a year ago. The one you charged just now doesn't count. Let's start again!"