God does not love the world [unlimited]

Catching the assassin was a surprise for the officers and soldiers.

There was no prison cart prepared, and the imperial guards collected the team ahead of time, and led their men to escort the two assassins all the way to the capital prison. They were thrown directly into the death row without even being interrogated.

It was very cold in the prison, the straw mat on the floor was torn, and the adjacent rooms were only separated by wooden sticks.

He Weiyou waited for all the imperial guards to leave, and finally found an opportunity to greet the guard outside the door: "My lord, can you ask what happened to the person who was sent in with me?"

The jailer held the knife and sneered: "I'm afraid you haven't figured out your current situation..."

Before the words were finished, a small porcelain bottle rolled into the palm of my hand.

He Weiyou clasped his hands together: "Excuse me, my lord, is it convenient?"

The jailer took a look at the cork with one hand while still covering the cuffs, then at the shackles on the prisoner's hands and feet, and unlocked the door: "Just this time."

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When Shi Yu opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eyes was the ceiling of the cell.

Before he could change his prison uniform, the blood on his hands had dried up and clotted into lumps, and the metal shackles that should have been tied to his limbs were piled up in the corner against the wall at this moment.

... wait.

Shi Yu stared at the pile of shackles for several seconds, then turned her head again.

He Weiyou was wearing a jailer's uniform and an official hat. He had just hung the key chain around his waist, and then met his gaze: "Are you awake?"

Shi Yu didn't speak for a long time.

He Weiyou immediately became nervous, stretched out a finger and shook it in front of his eyes: "Shiyu? Are you okay? Can you see it? Do you remember who I am?"

"...He Weiyou."

The other party breathed a sigh of relief in an instant: "I thought you would be stupid when you woke up after sleeping."

Shi Yu still looked at his clothes: "Jailor?"

He Weiyou chuckled: "Does it look like it?"

Shi Yu really couldn't answer this question.

He Weiyou said, "I checked it when I came in. This cell is built underground, and the sound insulation is very good. No matter how noisy it is, no movement can be heard outside. It's afternoon, and no one will suddenly come in to deliver food. This area It is said that all the criminals are locked up, and the number is small, so there are only two guards, so I borrowed clothes from them."

"..." He felt that he should have reservations about whether the word "borrow" was used properly or not.

"I took off all the iron chains on your body. When I picked the keys, my eyes were dazzled. I only had one on me. Why do you have seven or eight chains? The prison still treats you so differently...while there is no People noticed, let's go quickly, can you still stand up?"

Shi Yu blinked slowly: "How are you going to go?"

He Weiyou took it for granted: "You will be a prisoner, and I will be a jailer. I'll roll you up with a straw mat and treat you like a dead person in the prison, wouldn't it be fine to transport the body out?"

"...Do you really think that they don't even look at the faces of people who come in and out because of their less advanced technology?"

He Weiyou really thought so, of course, only before he saw it with his own eyes.

"They not only have to look at the face, but also the tattoos on the body. The clothes must be stripped without falling off, and not even a leaf can be left."

He Weiyou fished out the veil from the water basin: "No restricted film can be peeled off so cleanly."

Shi Yu quietly watched the other party put the veil on the wound.

The dust disappeared after being wiped off, but the blood clot finally coagulated, and after being wiped like this, it turned into water again.

He Weiyou even slowed down his breathing, worried that he would tear the other party's wound that had just stopped bleeding with one breath.After finally wiping off all the exposed parts of the human skin, I felt that my eyes were hurting: "I have a question I have wanted to ask you for a long time."

Shi Yu: "What?"

"In terms of your body's perception," He Weiyou shook the handkerchief, thinking about it, "do you feel pain?"

"..."

He Weiyou got the answer in the end when the other party looked at him like looking at a mentally retarded patient.

He took out all the handkerchiefs and water basins and disposed of them. On the way back, he saw a team wearing official hats and knives walking towards the cell, which was heading towards the area where the heinous criminals were held.

The person leading the team was the commander of the imperial army. They walked all the way down to the cell, the metal soles of their shoes rattling on the bluestone slabs.

Shi Yu was lying on the tattered straw mat, when he heard the sound of the fence being pushed open, the sound of unfamiliar footsteps stopped in his ears, and he looked up.

"Why aren't you wearing the shackles?"

The friend next to him seemed to be the voice of the warden, and he replied cautiously: "Maybe the person in charge of this place hasn't had time yet..."

Shi Yu only had time to catch the blue-gray phantom before his eyes.

Suddenly, in front of everyone, the commander of the Forbidden Army raised his kick and kicked him directly in the heart and lungs!

The warden fell silent for a moment.

The surrounding troops all bowed their heads, and for a moment in the prison, only the cough of the man rolling to the corner was heard, which seemed to be tearing the heart and lungs, and overflowed with the smell of broken blood.

The voice of the commander of the Imperial Army sounded again above his head: "Why are you not wearing the shackles?"

Shi Yu's vision was dim, and when he opened his mouth, blood spilled from his throat, and he lost his voice.

The warden next to him finally had a chance to speak: "My lord, the emperor wants his life."

The implication is that if you get killed here, it is your responsibility to blame it from above.

The commander of the imperial army cut him a look like a knife, until he was shaking like a sieve, and then he raised his hand: "Drag out."

The guards waiting behind immediately stepped forward.

"Isn't there another one?"

The warden was about to say that he had sent someone to look for it, but at this moment, the jailer ran over in a panic and knelt down when he saw them: "My lord, no, it's not good..."

"what's up?"

"That, that assassin," the jailer stammered, "no, it's gone!"

The warden's face changed suddenly: "What do you mean missing?!"

"It's just no, it's gone, the person is not in the cell, but our person is still lying inside..."

The warden kicked the opponent to the ground, his face flushed red, and spit spit out: "So many people here can't see an assassin?!"

The commander of the forbidden army watched the scene of the two scolding one and begging for mercy. After a long while, he seemed to have enjoyed enough, and finally called to stop: "Master Jailer."

The warden responded tremblingly.

The commander of the imperial army said: "Since the evil thief has been lost, I will take him back to the emperor to explain to the emperor. As for what to do when we ask about it," he spat out four words coldly, "I can do it myself."

Shi Yu was put on layers of iron shackles again, his body was hot and cold, but he couldn't lift his feet, and was almost dragged out of the cell by the imperial guards all the way.

The sky outside seemed to have a tendency to rain again, but the wind woke him up a bit.

Shi Yu couldn't remember what happened in the middle, anyway, when the scene in his sight changed from a street to a palace, he finally gathered the strength to speak, and the first sentence made the people in front of him like thunder Landing: "The emperor only wants me?"

The person in front of him is the commander of the imperial army.

"The emperor asked for two assassins, but you only brought one. This is because you are not good at doing things. You don't vent your anger, you don't ask questions, and you are not afraid of the emperor's blame, because the one on the dragon chair asked you to bring there in the first place. "The voice overflowing from the iron shackles fell on his shoulders lightly, low and weak, "There is only one who knows that the person on the dragon chair is not the emperor."

A hand lifted his neckline violently, and the commander of the imperial army suddenly threw him towards the hard iron horse, the shoulder blades under the palm of his hand protruded through the cloth and had a grinding arc.

The guards around lowered their heads in unison, restraining their ability to listen to all directions.

The imprisoned person could not see the slightest change except coughing, but the color on his lips was so pale that it was almost broken: "Assassins broke into the palace wall, the throne was occupied by doves, the real dragon emperor disappeared, and the fake person Sustained by the people."

The commander of the imperial army pulled him back to his eyes, and the voice of the other party was suddenly clear because of the approach: "The assassin who was kidnapped by the officers and soldiers is just a scapegoat. He was summoned to the palace to confirm the number of insiders with his own eyes. Killing them is the greatest wish of the person on the dragon chair right now." The reason why you dare to strike at a criminal who the emperor has never asked to kill is because he has made it clear that he wants to kill the insider. That kick is not only to vent his anger at being punished for his incompetence, but also to punish the emperor. Otherwise, why didn't the emperor take advantage of the situation to interrogate the criminal, but instead wanted the assassin who had killed him to enter the palace to face the emperor, did the commander really never have any doubts in his heart?"

Shi Yu only felt that the strength on his shoulders was getting heavier, so hard that he almost smashed his bones.Then I heard the officers and soldiers in front of me say: "Do you know what kind of crime is it to speak falsely about the emperor?"

"I heard it." He lowered his eyelashes and whispered, "Master Commander, your heartbeat is speeding up."

The vibrating sound of his own organ suddenly echoed in the mind of the commander of the imperial army, and it hit the eardrum deafeningly.He subconsciously let go of his fingers, and then realized that the other party was simply blackmailing, because it was impossible to hear each other's heartbeat at such a distance.Before he couldn't hold back his anger, he heard the other party ask: "What are you hesitating about?"

Shi Yu's tone seemed to be puzzled: "If you want to know, go to verify it, and if you get the result, go to action. Everyone knows that the imperial army is the sword that belongs exclusively to the emperor. Why don't you go to rescue your master when you know something happened? I'm worried that the verification process may offend you." Long Yan? It should be very simple to ask questions according to the shared memory of both parties on the premise of intention, and then see whether the other party answers or avoids it. Worried about guessing mistakes and dare not look directly? Just out of normal suspicion is the responsibility; worried about being seen through by the emperor. Downgrade? Then you can push me to bear the anger of the emperor. After all, if the person on the throne is a fake, the real emperor is still waiting for rescue."

The other party said softly: "Or do you not want to save?"

One sentence tore through the whitewashed disguise.

"The imperial army is directly under the emperor, not an individual. The token is passed down from generation to generation with the succession of the throne, and I have never seen anyone who will die with his master. Who is on the throne is not important to you , as long as the other party can give a monthly salary, they are the parents of food and clothing. The condition of loyalty is that relatives and friends are controlled by the imperial power, and cavalry is restricted to become the emperor's special bayonet. But now the person sitting on the throne is a fake, but no one knows the real emperor Is it still alive? On the dragon chair, there is only a paper tiger with a strong outside and a dry inside, but your hands can never reach behind your wings, and you can take off his emperor's new clothes just by raising your hands."

The material was wrapped in honey mixed with meth, and someone held it in front of his eyes with both hands, but the handle of the knife was stuffed into his own hand.

"If I want to live or escape, I have to face him face to face and tear his disguise. His identity was exposed, and the imperial army led a team to capture him. He committed suicide in fear of crime, but no one knows where the real emperor is anymore. The throne is empty." Xuan, there must always be someone who acts as an agent to hold the power."

No one has seen what kind of grotesques the mirror that has been fused into the flesh and blood has crushed. The desire for destruction that is completely opposite to the joy and sorrow is cast by the magic mirror, and the two souls that seem to be twins coexist suddenly from the other's black and clear eyes. ignite.

But he only heard the other party say lightly: "Kill him, you will be the emperor."