Repugnant Gateway

Ning Xiaolou looked down at the thick roster with his head down carefully, and finally raised his hand and squeezed the pen to cross out Fang Tanzhi's name. When writing the pen, the nib shook slightly, and Ning Xiaolou found that he was not so ruthless.

"My father is my only son."

Ning Xiaolou's sight was still on the file, but he became confused.

"So I didn't have the right to choose my life from the beginning. I was destined to be Bai Shengjun, destined to be responsible for hundreds of millions of people in these tens of thousands of lands. Even if it ’s not as good as my father, it wo n’t be much worse. But what I actually think is that I will definitely surpass my father. ”

"However, my father had a trusted guy named Qiu Mai, who was very annoying."

With a snap, Ning Xiaolou closed the file.

But after being silent for a while, the file was opened again, the page with Fang Tan's name off was torn off, and the group was thrown out of the window. In this way, the original second page disappears, and the third page becomes the second page. The name on the third page is Xue Gouchen. The fourth page where Zhu Xiaojian is located becomes the third page, and the fifth page where An Zheng is located becomes the fourth page.

This is a slightly magical file, as the name of the position is promoted, the page will automatically turn up. An Zheng is the fastest person to be transferred in this file, and the arresting department has the ultimate prosecutor, although he himself does not even know what authority he has.

"I can't help but want to kill Qiu Mayi, but I can't help it. Do you know why?"

He asked An Zheng.

An Zheng, who had his eyes closed, shook his head.

"It's easy to kill him. I won't worry about killing him? No, that sentence seems to take root in my heart, affecting me all the time. So killing him can't break the heart demons, Only when he breaks his assertion and allows him to admit in front of me that he is rude, can the demons be removed. "

"So I have to believe him, and I have to believe him before breaking his assertion. He said that I will meet a nobleman to help, and after meeting this nobleman, I will go to my peak, he said ... you are mine Noble. "

An Zheng opened his eyes and suddenly understood why Ning Xiaolou treated himself like this.

A great person who is an emperor and a human will actually be superstitious to this point, showing how far this person is not confident. If you think about it carefully, people like him have lived under the light of his father since childhood, and it is reasonable to coexist with pride and inferiority.

Qiu Mayi?

An Zheng remembered the name.

"In fact, it's not just because of Qiu Mayi's words."

Ning Xiaolou put the file aside and chose another thin booklet to throw on An Zheng.

"This is the scope of authority of the Prosecutor of the Prosecution Department. You take it back to see and remember. The people and things under Zhu Xiaoji's staff are handed over to you. I remember I said that you can stay away from the Prosecution Department and continue to work Bai Sheng Academy is studying, but now the situation does not allow you to stay out of the matter. "

An Zheng uttered aloud, did not say much.

"Qiu Mayi's words are part of the reason. This is undeniable, and I don't want to deny it. More importantly, I have become less and less daring to use those people who look close to me over the years. Jiu Shengzong wants to destroy me Bai Shengjun is not For a moment and a half, it took him decades from no hurry to anxiety. It took several decades ... enough for him to arrange a lot of people around me. "

"I like outsiders more and more."

Ning Xiaolou glanced at An Zheng: "The less familiar you are, the better."

An Zheng uttered again, slightly disrespectful.

The speed of the carriage was not very fast, the team walked very seriously, and there was no one to speak outside along the way. There was a faint air of silence in the silence, and it seemed like a tight bowstring, and no one knew what would happen in the next second.

At the same time, Qin Guan.

An Jiechen, the elder brother of Ning Eye Pavilion in Baisheng Academy, stood in the Guancheng of Qinguan, and his crescent-white gown gently swayed in the wind. He sorted out his clothes, sorted out his mood, and walked towards the direction of General Guancheng.

Every once in a while on Guancheng Street, a team of patrols passing by can be encountered. Their armor is basically damaged, and everyone has blood on their bodies. It is impossible to tell whether it is their own or the enemy ’s. .

Therefore, it seems that the clean and filial Ann Jason walked on the street, and the soldiers who saw him did not have much goodwill in their eyes. Clean clothes look like alien here.

The hostile eyes of those people did not affect An Anchen, and he did not care to control so much. He just wanted to find the corpse of the husband as soon as possible, take it back, and bring it back to the Ning Eye Pavilion for burial.

Outside the General Guancheng Mansion, the gatekeeper stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

The questioning soldier was a little more fierce, perhaps because the continuous killing of these days made everyone feel more agitated.

"I am a disciple of Yancheng Baisheng College. The battle of Mr. Fang Tan died here. I will take his body back."

"Find the body to the morgue over there, this general palace."

"Mr. is the one who guards the city gate alone. His body should not be on the side of the morgue."

"You mean that the dead have to be divided into three, six, nine, etc.? The soldier in the morgue wasn't there to guard the war? You guys are also really **** funny. When you are alive, you think you are noble. Is it different from others if you die? The corpse will also arrange a VIP room for you? "

"Trouble you to speak politely, sir saved many of you alone."

"We **** saved more people. If the border pass is lost, which of the millions of people behind can live?"

An Jiechen took a deep breath and suppressed the fire in his heart.

"I want to see your general."

"The general is too busy to take care of you. If you want to find a corpse, go to the morgue, but I tell you, most of the corpses there are incomplete. You enter it cleanly and you are dyed. Do n’t spit on the rancid and **** smell. Just spit on your noble husband ’s body, do n’t spit on my robes. "

An Jiechen took another deep breath, remained silent for a long time, and turned to walk towards the morgue.

Behind him, the soldier's cursing was still loud.

"Damn, it's **** uncomfortable for this group of self-righteous guys. What's wrong with Baisheng College's disciples? First class? The husband also died to save us. If he died, he died, and no one has privileges."

An Jiechen suppressed his anger and didn't want to say anything or care about anything.

He speeded up and walked towards the morgue, and when he got to the place, he was shocked and frightened by what he saw. He always thought that he was a person with a stable mind, even if he could not talk about Taishan collapsed without changing his face, he would not lose his mind casually.

But what he saw here made him unable to calm down.

There were corpses everywhere, and no one even organized them. Thousands of piles piled up in piles, and hundreds were piled up in small piles. They were piled up like a straw pile. The pile of corpses outside looks better, but the smell of blood is very strong. The further you go, the stronger the rancid smell will make people's stomachs tumbling.

Because of the continuous fighting and the serious shortage of troops, there was no manpower to bury these bodies. Even if it has been winter, the corpses parked for more than seven days are rotten and smelly.

What's more, there are more than seven days of corpses accumulating here.

An Jiechen had to continue to move forward. The gentleman died in battle more than ten days ago, and the place where the corpse was accumulated was not outside. The corpse had begun to decay more than ten days ago, and the pungent smell of corpse fluid mixed with **** smell into the brain made people almost collapse. Crows of crows hovered in the sky, and each pile of corpses had crows pecking the carrion on the corpses.

There are too many to find.

A veteran with no left leg walked on crutches and looked up and down: "Who are you looking for?"

"I am a disciple of Baisheng College. Fang Tanzhi, who taught in Baisheng College, died in Qinguan battle a dozen days ago. I want to take his body back."

"A dozen days ago."

The veteran pondered for a moment, then pointed to the distance: "Come with me, probably over there."

He led An Jiechen all the way forward, stepping on the corpse and blood mixed with the soaked land, and the sound of the soles on the ground was creepy. The veteran led An Jiechen to the side of the path where there were piles of corpses, and those corpses were thrown at random, some arms were pulled down, some were heads down.

There was a human head by the roadside. The blood and flesh on it had been almost eaten by crows. There was one eyeball missing in the eye socket. The other eyeball looked at the sky full of resentment.

A few people wearing official uniforms came to meet us face-to-face and nodded politely when they saw Ann Jason. An Jiechen found that there was an empty space in front of him, and more officers of the arresting department were there.

There are probably dozens of people with black yarn wrapped around their arms. A middle-aged man in his thirties seems to be standing there, looking up at the sky with his head raised, not knowing why it started to rain. The first drop of rain hit his face.

A small shed made of wood was built on the open space behind, and a thin coffin was placed inside. It looks like which door panel was used to remove the nail, and the word Fu is still on one side.

Irony.

An Jiechen felt something in advance, and hurried over to break into the shed. In the coffin was Fang Tanzhi's body, but he was lying on his face, face down.

A fire rushed up in An Jiechen's heart, and a spit of blood overflowed from his mouth.

Lying on his stomach, how disrespectful.

But because he was lying on his stomach, he saw the fatal injury of his husband in the back, facing the position of the heart. The wound is wide and long, like a knife wound. The meat on both sides turned up and started to rot.

An Jiechen turned violently and walked away. The middle-aged man of the arresting officer looked back at him: "What are you doing?"

"To be fair."

An Jiechen disappeared, and the next second was already at the gate of General Guancheng.

"Step aside."

An Jiechen's face was very white, like the color of paper money.