118, Five major inspections (1/2)

118, Five major inspections (1/2)

A crystal chandelier hung from the dark ceiling made of an unknown material, and the cold white light reflected the dark red solid wood round table underneath.

And the five people sitting around the round table.

Darkness permeates here, intertwining with light, forming a hazy and gloomy atmosphere.

Behind the five people, in the depths of darkness where the light shines, one can vaguely see iron pillars covered with barbs and blood stains.

They overlap and stand upright to form a fence that surrounds the five people.

It was as if five people were trapped in a cage.

In this iron cage covered with ferocious barbs and blood stains, there is a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a beautifully crafted mahogany round table, and even the seats for five people are leather boss chairs - these things are also related to the surrounding five people. The iron cage is out of place.

Five people sat around the round table,

There is no priority,

There is no distinction between high and low.

On the left side of the round table, there is a middle-aged man with a long face and narrow eyes. He is wearing a jacket and looks serious. Tears are constantly flowing from his eyes.

He held a bloody object in his hands and held it on the table.

Look carefully,

It was a severed finger.

The fingers are red in color and are still squirming slightly, maintaining strong activity.

"My son was killed..."

The middle-aged man's tone was sad. The loss of his beloved son was an unbearable burden in life.

"He has been frail and sick since he was a child. We, as a couple, have exhausted our efforts in raising him from childhood to adulthood. In order for him to live safely for a hundred years, we

I worked diligently in the prison, accumulated merit, and exchanged a place for him to serve his sentence.

I thought that this way I could keep him by my side and allow him to live a normal life in peace - but he died like this the first time he served in labor force! ! !

I cannot accept this result! ! !

I request..."

“No normal person’s lifespan can reach five hundred years.

Even more than 90% of ordinary people cannot even live to be 100 years old.

Inspector Xiao, you want a five-hundred-year sentence for your son. This kind of sentence is only available to extremely serious criminals.

Now that he has served his sentence and has become a very serious criminal,

Then he should serve the kind of hard labor that extremely serious criminals should do - to participate in the work of mysterious countermeasures with a higher risk factor.

This is the 'fairness' that the deputy warden has worked hard to achieve with Weird.

It's a rule written into the prison code.

This is fate.

Be willing to admit defeat. "The white-haired old man sitting opposite 'Inspector Xiao' spoke indifferently, showing no mercy to his colleagues at all, "What's more,

What is going on with your son's 'frailness'?

Can end-stage liver cirrhosis caused by singing and dancing every night, indulgence in sex, drinking and racing, be included in the list of people who have been frail and sick since childhood? "

"..."

"My son is dead..." Inspector Xiao paused and ignored the white-haired old man's question, still mumbling to himself.

She kept chattering like Mrs. Xianglin.

Repeating the incident of 'the death of his son Xiao Jinrong'.

“Not even the prison can bring my son back and keep him alive.

——What exactly is there in Longshan Collection?

What did Yun Nishang and that folk trickster do to my son? "Xiao Xun inspected the other four people and ignored him.

The volume suddenly increased and the tone became excited: "Don't you want to know the reason?

Let me tell you frankly - the patrolling power that the prison has blessed me with,

From the time my son died, it has continued to decrease!

The prison has taken back part of the power that was given to me! "

Mentioning the matter of "the prison has withdrawn its power to bless oneself", Inspector Xiao was even more excited than his dead son. His face turned red and he slapped the table with both hands fiercely: "I am the only one who has the power of inspection. was taken back,

Or have you all experienced the same situation as me? ! "

"Same." The young man in the white T-shirt next to Inspector Xiao nodded and looked at the other three with kind eyes.

"Same."

"Same."

The short, fat, middle-aged man wearing this pullover, with sunken eyes, and an old man in a long gown who was so thin that only a handful of bones remained nodded.

The four people's eyes focused on the white-haired old man.

His eyes were dark: "Me too.

This is not the first time that this situation has occurred - when the prison wants to promote one person to be the "cell leader" of a certain prison area, all the jailers at the lowest level will be withdrawn by the prison with a very small part of their own power.

When the prison is about to give birth to a new ‘inspector’,

All jailers and cell leaders will have a small amount of their strength withdrawn to provide new 'inspections'.

I have already asked the cell leaders and jailers in each prison area.

After receiving the news from their mouths - each of them had nearly one-fifth of their blessing power withdrawn by the prison - this was already different from the situation where the 'Inspector' was to be born.

Even when the deputy warden took office, he only allocated one-tenth of his blessing power to the cell leader and second-level jailer.

Extract one percent of the blessing power to the patrol level.

...This situation is absolutely unusual! "

As the white-haired old man spoke, everyone's eyes hardened.

"That is to say, the prison may have a new person with a higher level than the 'deputy warden'...

Could it be the ‘prison warden’? "Bai T asked in a young voice.

"Huh..." The white-haired old man shook his head and said hesitantly, "The situation is not yet certain yet.

Has the power of the deputy warden been taken away?

He won't tell us..."

Everyone was silent for a moment.

"How can we let an outsider take away our authority so easily?

We are a whole!" Xiao Xunchao's pupils shrank, his eyes gloomy, "How can we sit here and do nothing, watching a person of unknown origin and unknown everything sit on the highest seat!"

"Don't worry too much." The short and fat middle-aged man reminded gently, "You must know that the Weird Prison itself is a Weird Prison.

Becoming a warden also means accommodating the Weird Prison.

How many Weird Prisons are imprisoned in the Weird Prison?

Accommodating a Weird Prison is equivalent to accommodating so many Weird Prisons!

How powerful and beyond cognition does it take to accommodate an entire Weird Prison? !

So, even if someone really obtains the permission of the Weird Prison and has the qualifications to become a warden, it is only qualified!

He still has a long way to go before he can truly become a warden!

As long as we find him and kill him together before that, everything will be fine! "

"Mr. Zhou is right!" The young man in the white T-shirt clapped his hands softly, "Yun Nishang, who may be related to this matter, has been transported to the nearest ghost prison by Cui Xun.

Let me receive her and question her.

Try to get more clues from her!

In addition,

If the recent trend of the spread of the weirdness in the triangle area of ​​Mingzhou, Longshanji and Yazhou is curbed, Cui Xun will also set off for 'Xu Qing'.

Catch the folk ghost driver 'Su Wu'.

Before that, the local ghost drivers in Xu Qing will closely monitor Su Wu to ensure that he will not disappear suddenly!

In order to ensure that the monitoring of Su Wu will not fail,

I have sent my younger brother, Observer Fang Yuan, and Investigator Xu Jin, to Xu Qing, and asked them to find a place to stay near Su Wu's residence and monitor Su Wu's whereabouts at all times! "

The young man in the white T-shirt has calculated all matters and done things without any mistakes.

It can be said that he provides a one-stop service for Su Wu.

However, even so, some inspectors are not satisfied.

Inspector Xiao stared at him and said: "You must control the two people who may be involved in this matter, 'Yun Nishang' and 'Su Wu'.

Don't you think you are too specialized?

We should send other people to track down Yun Nishang and Su Wu!"

As he spoke, Inspector Xiao looked at the other three inspectors and asked: "What do you think?"

Without waiting for others to respond, the young man in the white T-shirt spread his hands and said helplessly: "Yun Nishang is still in Cui Xun's hands,

Su Wu is even more alive in Xu Qing.

How can I say that I have controlled these two people and am arbitrary?

And, the local ghost controllers in Xu Qing, I remember, are in the jurisdiction of the East Fifth District? The ghost controllers in the East Fifth District are not ghost controllers from the Ghost Prison.

Can I command them?

Cui Xun——is also Zhang Xuncha's confidant, can he still listen to me? "

The short and fat middle-aged man being watched by the young man in white T-shirt——Zhang Xuncha Zhang You looked at Xiao Xuncha and took the initiative to say: "Xiao Xuncha, you are too nervous.

I can understand your feelings of losing your beloved son, but I also hope that you can be more rational.

Consider the overall situation.

Yun Nishang has been controlled by Cui Xun. I will call Cui Xun later and ask him to transfer her to the nearest strange prison, "Iron Tower Mountain" strange prison. "

As he said, Zhang You looked at the young man in white T-shirt with a smile in his eyes: "Then you, Fang Xuncha, will be needed to receive the prisoner.

See what information can be obtained from her. "

The young man in white T-shirt Fang Gan looked solemn and responded: "I will definitely do my best. "

After all, Yun Nishang was caught by Cui Xun first.

And Cui Xun is Zhang You's trusted general.

Although it is unknown what kind of deal Zhang You and Fang Gan reached in private, since Zhang You is the main person to send Yun Nishang to Fang Gan to take over,

the other three inspectors can do nothing.

The old man in a long gown, thin as a skeleton, and with a very low sense of presence, showed a sinister smile on his face.

He knocked on the table in front of him and made a hoarse voice: "In this case, everyone should send people to Xu Qing.

There is no need to worry about too many rules.

It just depends on who can catch Su Wu first. "

After saying this, he stood up, put his hands behind his back and slowly walked into the darkness behind him.

The sound of the fence door being pushed open and closed came from the darkness.

The remaining four inspectors around the round table exchanged glances silently for a while, and then left their seats and turned to walk into the darkness behind them.

The discussion of the five inspectors seemed to have no results, and everyone left unhappily.

But it seemed that a consensus had been reached.

Fang Gan stepped into the darkness, and in the darkness that could not be illuminated by the light, two blue brick walls appeared.

The two blue-gray walls extended forward in parallel.

There was a corridor between the walls.

He slowly walked in it. He walked to the end of the corridor, took out a black key, and opened the iron fence gate.

Outside the fence, it was still completely dark.

But when Fang Gan stepped into the darkness, the world suddenly changed, and the scene shifted - he had walked into a house.

Behind him, there was a fence door with iron spikes and blood stains, which was opened by the chain.

This door appeared on the wall, which looked very abrupt.

As Fang Gan re-locked the chain, the fence door was gradually swallowed by the darkness, and finally turned into a painting on the wall.

On the painting, there was only a complicated word "prison".

It is unknown what kind of strokes are used to write the word "prison". Ordinary people will have many seemingly plausible images in their minds just by looking at it.

Fang Gan stared at the word "prison" which looks complicated at first glance and will give people all kinds of hallucinations when looking at it again.

There was a light in his eyes.

Clang, lang...

The sound of chains being dragged was heard around him.

One by one, dark inscriptions floated out from around him, forming a black iron chain.

His palm tightly grasped one end of the chain,

and the other end of the chain extended into the calligraphy and painting on the wall.

Fang Gan's consciousness was invested in the calligraphy and painting along with the chain. He saw a majestic tiger head with goat horns flashing through his "vision".

His thoughts spread over the goat horns and tiger head, which rose and fell like mountains and were covered with scales.

"See" its long tail like a dragon and snake emitting dark inscriptions, forming a chain, and then continuing to a blood-red ball in the dark sky.

The sphere was shrinking as if it was breathing.

Some inexplicable inscriptions were entangled around the sphere, which continued and reorganized, sometimes turning into chains, and sometimes gathering into black dragons.

Fang Gan's thoughts approached the blood-red sphere as red as stars carefully.

He sensed some kind of power that moistened his dry soul.

He spoke his own voice to the sphere: "Hello."

"Can we chat?"