MTL - Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price-Chapter 6 Prison as a restricted area

   Chapter 6 Prison as a restricted area

   Not long after the corpse was burned, Ren Qing, who was finally free, was called to the court.

   It wasn't that the corpse was moved to the east in the middle of the night. The main reason was that the county magistrate ordered the yamen to call in, and the yamen in the entire western district were disturbed.

  According to Ren Qing's understanding, such a big battle is somewhat strange.

   The conference hall in the Court of Justice was not large, and it was filled with wooden chairs, and the people seated were all the firemen who were in charge of the districts in Sanxiang City.

   They are generally over 30 years old, many of them have gray hair, but Ren Qinglian is less than 20 years old.

  The room was silent, Ren Qing sat near the door and took the opportunity to observe everyone.

   Not long after, the clerk walked in with an ugly face.

   This clerk, whose surname is Zhao, is in charge of the yamen in the west district of the yamen, and looks more like a shrewd businessman.

   "Long story short, you should know more or less about East District Prison, right?"

  Ren Qing looked around, the expressions of the rest of the yamen became ugly, only he was full of confusion.

   Zhao Shuli continued: "The inside has become a restricted area. After the jailer is finished, you will be responsible for cleaning up the prison. There are five people out of each street, and find some smart ones."

   The yamen all agreed that although they didn't have to take risks, it would be easy to lose their credibility if their subordinates died too many times.

  Ren Qing shook his head helplessly, it seemed that the four people who were talking about the street would definitely not be able to escape.

   But he was curious, why is the prison worth the yamen so popular, and what is the so-called restricted area?

   Difficulty involving ghosts and gods...

   "When you are in the prison, remember not to expose any skin on your body, and to clean the inside without leaving any debris."

   The clerk of Zhao began to talk at length, talking about some precautions, but the officers listened very seriously, and even lowered their heads to record.

  The atmosphere in the house became more and more depressing.

  Ren Qing could clearly see the fear in the eyes of the yamen.

   Reasonably, the dead people they have come into contact with add up to at least a thousand, how can they be so rude?

   "Let's all go back and prepare, and let the yamen who went to explain the funeral."

   Scribe Zhao waved his hand, then turned and left the council hall.

   Shortly after he left, the yamen started to talk loudly and almost broke out into conflict, you can see their anxiety.

  Ren Qing found a middle-aged fire worker in the corner and asked, "Excuse me, what happened in the prison?"

   The middle-aged fire worker was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted: "Oh, I have to know, it turned out to be talking about the street..."

   "That prison is in the eastern district of the yamen. It is said that the prisoners in it are all dead because of cannibalism, but two batches of yamen have already entered the yamen in the past few days. There are not enough people in the east district, so we can only come."

  Ren Qing couldn't help but continue to ask: "Then what is the restricted area?"

   "If there are large-scale inexplicable tragic deaths, it is a restricted area."

  The middle-aged fire worker left anxiously after he finished speaking, as did the rest of the yamen workers.

  Ren Qing thought about the scribe's words carefully. Are those seemingly absurd rules and regulations warning something?

   After he returned to the Fire Works Hall, he dictated the matter to Li Mian and others as soon as possible.

   The Li brothers looked at each other, Li Mian swallowed and said, "I heard from the old man in the yamen before that when you reach the restricted area, you will die..."

  Xiao Wu was so frightened that he took a few steps back, but fortunately, after a few days of training, he became more courageous, at least he didn't fall directly to the ground.

  Ren Qing pinched his temples and said, "We can't escape anyway, so we might as well prepare well to avoid mistakes."

   "Okay, then listen to the police."

   The three of Li Mian had already convinced Ren Qingsheng, and their mood gradually calmed down.

   After they had eaten and drank enough, they covered their skin as the scribe said, and put on two sets of thick clothes.

   To be on the safe side, I also brought a short knife.

   Leave only one pair of eyes to see things.

  Ren Qing prepared some pig's eyes and wrapped them in oiled paper, but he swallowed a few first, so that the heat in his body continued to flow.

  In the uneasy waiting, the sun is about to set on the horizon.

   A gong sounded somewhere in the yamen.

  Ren Qing and the four walked out of the yard. He finally reminded: "You follow me closely. If I don't touch anything, don't do any unnecessary actions."

   "Got it, policeman."

  Everyone looked at each other silently, and followed the directions of the gong to reach a relatively empty place in the western district.

   A team of hundreds of yamen is ready to go.

  Ren Qing found that his attire was not an exaggeration, and generally wanted to wear iron armor to save his life.

   After the assembly was over, Scribe Zhao hesitated, but in the end he didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the eastern part of the Yamen.

   The catchers who met on the road stopped one after another, and their eyes seemed very complicated.

   By the time he reached the cell, the moon had already risen in the sky.

   The cell doesn’t look big from the outside, but it’s not. The building extends three floors underground and can hold thousands of prisoners.

  The path leading to the cell was surrounded by officers and soldiers, and there were several jailers wearing light armor and hats standing under a tree not far away.

  Ren Qing stopped for a moment on one of the jailers.

   He met him a few days ago when he was cleaning up blood, and he seemed to be carrying an old human skin in his hand.

   I thought it was related to some exercises, but now I feel like I'm dealing with the weirdness in the cell.

  The clerk of Zhao shouted loudly: "Every police officer, first bring out the corpses of the yamen on the second floor, and then deal with the other corpses."

  Ren Qing secretly reviewed the details, and then slowly entered the prison with the crowd.

  Behind the iron gate, it was extremely damp, and even through two layers of headscarves, you could smell the strange smell of rancidity mixed with blood.

The first floor of the prison on the surface of the    is used by the guards to rest, except for some traces of the corpse being dragged, the rest is not unusual.

   But the basement level is completely different.

  I saw a thick layer of plasma wrapped around the walls, accompanied by pieces of flesh and blood, like a **** on earth...

   The cells unfolded side by side were empty, but deep nail prints could be seen on the wooden railings, showing the agony of the prisoners before they died.

  The Zaoli picked up the lime and started cleaning, while the firemen went to the next floor.

  Ren Qing clearly felt that Xiao Wu was a little nervous, and his breathing became rapid.

   He patted Xiao Wu on the head, and the latter finally settled down.

   After reaching the second basement floor, Ren Qing found that the body inside had actually been almost moved by the firemen who came before.

   Everyone still checked it carefully to confirm that nothing was missed.

   Finally found the body of the dead fire worker on the stairs leading to the lower level.

   The corpse's death-like distortion, the clothes on his body are tattered, and his expression is full of fear.

  Ren Qing speculated that these firemen should have escaped from the third floor underground, and did not know what they encountered.

   Everyone cooperated to move away the corpse. At this moment, something the size of a palm flashed past the stairs.

  Only Ren Qing noticed that it was a broken human skin?

   (end of this chapter)