my weird life.

Chapter 119 Five Major Inspections (12)

A crystal chandelier hangs from the dark ceiling of unknown material, and the cold white light reflects the dark red solid wood round table below.

And the five people sitting around the round table.

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

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

They were erected and overlapped to form a fence, enclosing five people in this fence.

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

And in this iron cage full of ferocious barbs and blood stains, there is a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, there is a beautifully crafted mahogany round table, and even the chairs for five people are leather boss chairs—these things are different from those surrounding five people. The iron cage was out of place.

Five people sit around a round table,
There is no priority,

There is no difference between high and low.

On the left side of the round table, there was a long face, narrow eyes, wearing a jacket, a serious-looking middle-aged man with tears streaming from his eyes.

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

Look carefully,

It was a severed finger.

The fingers are ruddy in color, still wriggling slightly, maintaining strong activity.

"My son was killed..."

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

"He has been weak and sick since he was a child, and our husband and wife have exhausted all our efforts to raise him from a young age. In order for him to live in peace and stability for a hundred years,
I worked conscientiously in the prison, accumulated merits, and exchanged for him a place to serve a sentence.

I thought that this would keep him by my side, so that he could live a normal life in peace—but he just died like this when he was in labor for the first time! ! !

I cannot accept this result! ! !

I ask..."

"No normal person can live for 500 years.

Even more than [-]% of ordinary people can't even live to be a hundred years old.

Inspector Xiao, you want a 500-year sentence for your son, which is reserved for extremely serious criminals.

Since he served his sentence and became a serious criminal,

Then they should serve the hard labor that the extremely serious criminals should serve-to participate in the weird countermeasure work with a higher risk factor.

This is the 'fairness' that the deputy prisoner worked so hard to achieve with Weird.

It is a rule written in the law of hell.

This is life.

Willing to gamble and admit defeat. "The white-haired old man sitting opposite the 'Xiao inspector' spoke indifferently, showing no respect to his colleagues, "What's more,

What happened to your son's 'sickness'?
Playing and singing every night, indulging in sensuality, and end-stage liver cirrhosis caused by alcoholism and racing, can it also be included in the ranks of being weak and sick since childhood? "

"..."

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

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 Longshan Collection?
What exactly did Yun Nishang and that folk treacherous master do to my son? " Xiao Xun inspected the other four people and ignored him.
Immediately increased the volume, and the tone became excited: "Don't you want to know the reason?

Let me tell you frankly——The power of inspection that Hell has blessed me with,

From the time my son died, it will continue to decrease!

Hell, withdrew part of the power that blessed me! "

When it came to the matter of "the power of the prison to take back the power of blessing", inspector Xiao was more excited than his dead son, his face was flushed, and he slapped the table fiercely with both hands: "It is the inspector's power in the hands of only me was recovered,

Or have you all gone through 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 chunky middle-aged man wearing this pullover, the sunken-eyed old man in a long gown who was so thin that only his bones remained nodded.

The eyes of the four focused on the white-haired old man.

His eyes were gloomy: "Me too.

This is not the first time that this kind of situation has happened - when the prison wants to nominate a person to be the "head" of a certain prison area, all the jailers at the bottom will be transferred back to a very small part of their own strength by the prison.

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

All jailers and cell bosses will be drawn back a small amount of power to supply new 'inspectors'.

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

I got the news from their mouths - each of them has recovered nearly one-fifth of their blessing power by the prison - this is already different from the situation where the 'inspector' is about to be born.

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

Draw [-]% of the blessing power to the inspector level.

...This situation is absolutely unusual! "

Following the words of the white-haired old man, everyone's eyes became condensed.

"That is to say, there may be a new existence higher than the 'Deputy Prison' in the Hell...

Could it be 'the warden'? "The white T youth asked in a young voice.

"Huh..." The white-haired old man shook his head, his eyes hesitated and said, "I can't confirm the situation yet.

Whether the power of the deputy prison has been drawn away.

He won't tell us..."

Everyone was silent for a moment.

"How can an outsider easily divide our authority?
We are one! Xiao Xunzhao's pupils constricted and his eyes were gloomy. "How can we sit here, do nothing, and watch a person of unknown origin and everything unknown sit on the highest seat!" "

"Don't worry too much." The short, fat, middle-aged man reminded in a warm voice, "You must know that the prison itself is a ghost.

Becoming the warden also means to accommodate the prison.

How many ghosts are imprisoned in the prison?

Accommodating a prison is equivalent to containing so many ghosts!
How powerful and beyond cognition is needed to accommodate the entire prison? !
Therefore, even if someone has actually obtained the permission of the prison and has the qualifications to become the warden, it is only qualified!

There is still a long way to go before he truly becomes the warden!
As long as you find him and kill him together before then, everything will be fine! "

"Old Zhou is right!" The young man in white T applauded softly, "Now Yun Nishang, who may be related to this matter, has been transported to the nearest prison by Cui Xun.

It's up to me to receive her and question her.

Try to get more clues from her!

in addition,

If the strange spreading trend in the triangular area of ​​Mingzhou, Longshanji, and Yazhou is stopped recently, Cui Xun will also set off for 'Xu Qing'.

Capture that folk trickster 'Su Wu' back,

Before that, Xu Qing's local ghost master 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 already sent my younger brother, the observer Fang Yuan, and the investigator Xu Jin, to Xu Qing, and asked them to find a place to live near Su Wu's residence and monitor Su Wu's whereabouts at all times! "

The young man in white T has taken care of all the matters, and his work can be said to be impeccable.

It can be called a one-stop service for Su Wu.

Even so, however, some inspectors were dissatisfied.

Inspector Xiao stared at him and said, "You have to grasp the two people who may be involved in this matter, 'Yun Nishang' and 'Su Wu'.
Don't you think you are too good at it?

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

While talking, Xiao inspector looked at the other three inspectors and asked, "What do you guys think?"

Before anyone else could respond, the young man in white T spread his hands and said helplessly, "Yun Nishang is still in Cui Xun's hands.

Su Wu was even more alive and kicking in Xu Qing.

How can it be said that I have mastered these two people and am good at making decisions?
Moreover, Xu Qing's local ghost controler, I remember, is the jurisdiction of the East Fifth District, right?The ghost controllers in the fifth east district are not the ones who came from hell.

Can I command them?

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

The chunky middle-aged man watched by the young man in white T—Zhang Xunzha and Zhang You looked at Xunzhan Xiao, and said, "Xunzhan Xiao, you are too nervous.

I can understand your grief over the loss of your beloved son, but I also hope you can be more rational.

Take care of 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 prison 'Iron Tower Mountain'. "

As he said that, Zhang You looked at the young man in white T with a smile in his eyes: "At that time, you will be needed to inspect the prisoner.

See what information you can get from her mouth. "

Fang Gan, a young man with a white T, 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 confidant and favorite general.

Although I don't know what kind of deal Zhang You and Fang Gan have reached in private, since Zhang You is the master and gave Yun Nishang to Fang Gan to take over,
The other three inspectors were also helpless.

Wearing a long gown, the thin, skeleton-like old man 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 someone to Xu Qing.

There is no need to worry about too many rules.

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

After speaking, he stood up and slowly walked into the darkness behind him with his hands behind his back.

In the darkness came the sound of the fence gate being pushed open and closed.

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

The discussion of the five inspectors seemed to be fruitless, and everyone broke up unhappy.

But it seems to have reached a consensus.

Fang Gan stepped into the darkness, and in the darkness that the light could not illuminate, two walls made of blue bricks appeared.

Two blue-gray walls stretched forward in parallel.

A corridor was left between the walls.

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

Outside the fence, it was still completely dark.

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

And behind him, there was a fence door that was chained open, covered with iron thorns and blood stains.

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

As Fang Gan re-bolted the chain, the fence gate was gradually engulfed in darkness, and finally turned into a painting on the wall.

On that painting, there is only one complicated word 'prison'.

I don't know what kind of strokes the word "prison" is written in. Ordinary people will have many specious images in their minds just by looking at it.

Fang Gan stared at the word 'prison', which was complicated at first glance, but would give rise to all kinds of hallucinations at second glance.

There was a light in his eyes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

There was the sound of chains being dragged around.

One after another, pitch-black inscriptions floated out from his body, forming black iron chains,
His palm gripped the end of the chain,
The other end of the chain extended into the calligraphy and painting on the wall.

Fang Gan's consciousness followed the chain into the calligraphy and painting, and he saw a majestic tiger head with horns flashing past his 'vision',

Thoughts flowed over the tiger's head with horns and tiger's head, which undulates like mountains, and the back is covered with scales.

'See' from its long tail like a dragon and snake, jet-black inscriptions floated out, forming chains, and continued towards a blood-red ball in the darkest sky.

The ball shrinks as if breathing,

Some inexplicable inscriptions are wrapped around the ball, and the inscriptions are continuously connected and reorganized, sometimes turning into chains, and sometimes gathering into black dragons.

Fang Gan's thoughts cautiously approached the blood-red star-like ball.

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

He turned his voice toward the ball, "Hello."

"can we talk?"

(End of this chapter)