He turned back and made a smiling face at the people. "Show real people! Please! "

As soon as Liu Qingyun relaxed, he glanced at it in his eyes but didn’t really see it. "Show real people?"
Chapter 2 Dayu ()
When Liu Qing Yunlin was at the gate of the state prison, he had never been so close to the hell.
Every spring and autumn, people are taken out of the prison to ask for execution. There are never less than two figures, ranging from twenty to thirty to sixty or seventy, but this is not the most terrible place in the prison.
Every year, there are always more prisoners who die in the government prison, commit suicide or die for inexplicable reasons than those who are officially executed. Seven years ago, a plague took the lives of 13 prisoners in one breath. Liu Qingyun has heard colleagues talk about this plague many times, saying that even the government is not sure how many of these 13 prisoners really died.
Liuqingyun first didn’t see the dark iron gate of the prison, but smelled the suffocating smell of the prison, decadent and desperate. I don’t know how much death he brought. He just wanted to hold his breath when he was pushed in by two workers.
Bound to make his slender hands bleed, and the shackles made him desperate.
The corridor is full of all kinds of rubbish, and I don’t know how many years it has not been cleaned, which makes people’s roots and feet everywhere from the door lock to the wall, and they can’t wash away the purple and black blood.
The whole famous broadsword man pushed Liu Qingyun with a full fist from time to time, which made him have no chance to think, but the only thing that reassured him was that Zijin Bell returned to his chest.
He didn’t notice that there were two middle-aged Han people watching him with interest by the aisle. One of them was to personally arrest him in the government prison, Chief Catcher.
He has no room for thinking. He has heard of some terrible places in the prison, but he didn’t know those roots can’t form the horror places in the prison until he was in this hell himself.
One by one, the prison doors were beaten and closed, and the prisoners slammed into the thick wooden prison doors and carefully looked at the new cellmate who was too weak to welcome him with a strange cry.
Liu Qingyun got up the courage. He saw the ugly man with a scar on his face grinning at himself. He saw the smiling face of the white-haired old man and the grim sneer. He also saw the patient lying on the straw and dying …
At this moment, he has seen more sentient beings than he did in the previous 19 years combined, and the words of catching fast made him look a little pale. "Throw it on death row!"
Liu Qingyun knows clearly that there is no sunshine in the death row, but the morning light and the moonlight flow the golden bell just need the early sunshine.
But Liu Qingyun didn’t know how dangerous his situation was, and it was one hundred times worse than his worst imagination.
Director Ding Zhaomi’s fairy table has everything of Liu Qingyun.
The portrait of Liu Qingyun in the middle of the fairy table is almost as lifelike as his own size, and there is almost no difference between him and the real person.
The table lists Liu Qingyun’s life in detail, from his birth date to the registered population, Huang Bo, from the hospital’s strategy test to Liu Qingyun’s self-report. They know something that Liu Qingyun himself doesn’t know. Ding Zhao, the chief catcher, has a review of Liu Qingyun’s comments from Ye County magistrate. It took less than a day to find so many materials when Liu Qingyun was selected yesterday afternoon.
In fact, they selected Liu Qingyun from 672 targets, and the first six dead people will never walk out of the prison gate alive if they want to be their targets.
Ding Zhao and Zhan Ye Yu know everything about Liu Qingyun. He just had his nineteenth birthday two months and seven days ago, but according to Wen Liu Qingyun, who got it from Wen Po, he made a mistake about his birthday. Two days after his real birthday,
Liu Qingyun is now in charge of copying official documents in the county government office of Yexian County, which is very abnormal.
However, his life has exposed the conspirators’ ambitions like melting snow.
His father, a junior officer, was killed with his mother in a border war, and the orphan Liu Qingyun received special care from Daqi.
After finishing his education, he was arranged to study in a hospital of Jinyuan House for four years, and then he successfully took advantage of this orphan status and got the job of copying official documents in Yexian County.
For Ding Zhaohe’s conspiracy to show off the rain at night, this is more favorable than the previous goal, which caused a big storm because of the rebound of family members. Moreover, Liu Qingyun has always lived in a simple way, and his colleagues are neither too hot nor too cold, except occasionally looking for some books, which is not worth an activity.
The conspirators feel that they know this young man better than his colleagues who have been with him for years.
Colleagues have the impression that he is a young man who is not doing his job. He is very good at copying humanities, but he spends too much time idle. At ordinary times, he always idles between two leisure hours, but everyone admits that he is very talented in this respect.
From Natural History, Collected Notes, Tales of Skillful Workers to Records of Yexian County, he knows little about astronomy and geography, especially the bronze inscriptions, birds and seals, which is something that needs him to learn.
Ding Zhao in the secret room once again assured Zhan Night Rain that "I’ve packed up hundreds of little guys like this, and he pinched me in the palm of his hand!"
Zhan Yeyu smiled heartily. "What kind of charges should we set for him?"
Death row is the most terrible place in every prison. At the thought of it, Ding Zhao’s chest is boiling with blood.
Although he thinks it’s a big mistake for Zhan Yeyu to deal with a teenager, it’s just easy to get rid of it, but Zhan Yeyu doesn’t know why he firmly disagrees with him and tries to pick up these little people.
But he likes this feeling. The thought of weak teenagers struggling in the dark death row, fighting against despair and watching young life decay instantly.
No one will give him food. After more than two hours in the death row, the petty official should be hungry and see stars now, but he hasn’t even drunk a mouthful of water. It is his cellmates who are more terrible than the cold and dark death row.
He knew what a terrible group of hungry wolves they were. They committed so many crimes, such as murder, robbery and rape … They did all the bad things in the world. Ding Zhao, the butcher whose hand was stained with thirteen lives, couldn’t help but take a breath of air.
How did he get this killing knife! He knows better what these scum will do to his cellmate.
But when that weak little civil servant is trapped in such a hell, he is hungry and tired, and I’m afraid he doesn’t even have a soul. When the time comes, he will definitely deny his mother when he sends it to the tiger stool.
He felt that the passion that had disappeared for a long time was back, and he watched the aisle getting narrower and darker, and everything was vaguely there, and he had the strength to stay in his ear.
A series of prison doors have been hit, and the prison doors have been turned on, such as the dim light of soybeans. The smell of death is getting heavier and heavier. "The chief catcher is dead!"
The door of the death prison was hit.
Ding Zhao face unconsciously with a smirk, he want to appreciate the little civilian appearance.
He saw Liu Qingyun’s clean and weak face, and his smile froze.
Liu Qingyun looks much better than when he was thrown into death row. It can be seen that he has washed his face, and he is still grasping a cane in his hand and chewing it with relish. He has eaten bagasse in his mouth.
This is the most precious thing in the dark death row, but when the treasure saw Liu Qingyun’s strength, Ding Zhao felt that a pot of cold water had been poured. After a closer look, he was almost furious.
More than a dozen death row inmates know that they have always been cliques all the time, and whatever means are used to scare a newcomer to death. But today, they are all sitting on the ground like a novice child, and the scum with 13 lives is smiling.
What is even more exasperating is that Liu Qingyun’s roommate, the Jiang Yang thief, has now become a Liu Qingyun who rubs his back for a while and offers fresh fruit for a while.
Where do you get sugar cane? Ding Zhaoma figured it out. It must be that he should handle it himself.
Prisoners on death row know that they will die, and the money is especially generous. They always want to enjoy some wonderful things in the world. Therefore, Ding Zhao’s first thing to do is to allow the jailers to bring some legal fruits to appease the death row. Of course, every smuggling must be approved by the chief catcher, and illegal entrainment will be severely punished by Ding Zhao.
Now these legal fruit snacks are like a pile of hills in front of Liu Qingyun. If you don’t know if people really know, this weak boy is the boss of this death row.
Seeing Liu Qingyun’s relaxed appearance, Ding Zhao felt that these death row inmates were really evil. He slammed the prison door. "Liu Qingyun, you are a beast, don’t you confess your crimes?"
Liu Qingyun shook his hand but didn’t forget to put sugar cane in his mouth before he tried his best to raise his head and said, "I have sinned in vain!" "
Eyes as clear as snow
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Chapter 2 Dayu ()
Liu Qingyun’s back is burning and his hands are sweating, but Zijin bell is still on his chest.
The lights of the execution hall are darker than those on death row. Liu Qingyun saw the darkness and a large area of the execution hall. The little heat in the middle of the execution hall was giving off, which could bake people to a ripe charcoal.
Through the charcoal basin, Liu Qingyun saw all kinds of instruments of torture, from tiger benches covered with black blood to new ones. Many well-known or unknown instruments of torture also flashed a little cold light from time to time, and she gasped.
This is the iron-clad hero who can’t stand the Linzhou government execution hall!
Just when Liu Qingyun got cold feet, someone suddenly grabbed his collar and shouted, "You daring thief don’t tell the truth!"
Roaring like Lei Zhen, Liu Qingyun unconsciously shrank back, but was grabbed by manpower and almost fell down.
You are greeted by Ding Zhao, the chief catcher, whose face is full of carnal evil and his eyes are fierce, as if he could swallow the whole person into this fierce light. "Liu Qingyun, please confess!"