Bata, bah.

A series of slow footsteps sounded in the dark prison, startling a pair of bright and dark eyes.

The prison was very empty. Apart from the eight cells, there was only a table, an oil lamp, and an old man in the 300-foot square space in the middle.

The prison was also very full, and the eight cells were all packed with people, tall and burly, short and thin, young and old, like bats in a dark cave, quietly looking at the man with wide eyes.

Black and white cadres strolling along the prison corridor.

What is black and white is not skin color or clothing, but hair color.

The visitor was naturally Shen Xiaojia, a person who was more terrifying in the hearts of the old prisoners than Black and White. Black and White only wanted life, but Shen Xiaojia with black and white hair would make people not want their lives.

There is a demon with black and white hair in the world who eats three hundred human hearts every day!

The words "human demon Shen Xiaojia" make all those who have been in prison for more than three days become frightened and become as silent as a cicada!

"Hello everyone!" Shen Xiaojia waved his bloody right hand and smiled shyly, greeting the prisoners like an enthusiastic boy next door.

"Look, look, he killed someone again... there is so much blood on his face and hands, at least three kilograms!"

"Don't look, don't look. If you look at him, he will look at you. Maybe you will be the next one to be pulled out! You can't see me... you can't see me... stay away from me. He just said

You smiled!"

Shen Xiaojia pretended not to hear the mutterings of the prisoners, curled his lips, yawned, and sat lazily by the table. He unceremoniously picked up the wine bottle on the table, filled a bowl, and grabbed a few peanuts.

Mi stared at the old man wearing a jailer's uniform across from him and said softly, "Old Qin, you should drink less. Drinking like this will easily cause alcoholic liver disease. When you die, there will be no jailer in this cell.

.”

"I want you to take care of it!" Lao Qin took back the wine bottle, took a swig, smashed it in his mouth and said, "We don't need jailers normally. People who come in here can't survive outside, and no one wants to get out.

, no one wants to escape from prison, otherwise who would want to be picked on by a devil like you from time to time, and break out in cold sweats..." He raised his eyes and glanced at the blood stains on Shen Xiaojia's face and hands, and frowned, "

You just finished dissecting a corpse? Why don't you wash it? I've taught you before that the most important thing when doing an operation is to pay attention to cleanliness..."

"Okay! I know..." Shen Xiaojia interrupted Lao Qin impatiently, picked up the wine bowl, and took a sip, "If you don't do it yourself, don't gossip when others do it. Daqing Daqing No.

I don’t know what you think about being a prison guard in a prison in Yuecheng. How much salary does a jailer get per month? What kind of treatment should the top prisoner in the world receive..."

"Drink, drink!" Lao Qin picked up the wine pot and touched Shen Xiaojia's wine bowl lightly, "You can't look back on the past. We can still drink today and get drunk today. Let's worry about tomorrow... I have to say, what you said, kid

The poems are really good! Why don’t you take the exam to get a degree!”

"That was not written by me, but by a friend of mine...Lao Luo!" Shen Xiaojia coughed lightly, his face felt a little hot, and he hurriedly changed the subject, "Seriously, was there anything unusual about those people captured last night?

"

"Yes!" Lao Qin threw two peanuts into his mouth, "It's not abnormal at all... He doesn't have contact with other prisoners, he doesn't talk, he eats when he should, and he should sleep when he should. The new head catcher has been tossing him all night.

, I was surprised that I didn’t pry open my mouth.”

"So calm..." Shen Xiaojia glanced at a cell on the right and found that the white-haired old man in the cell who presided over the Moon God Festival last night was also looking at him, with a cold smile on his lips and licked his lips.

, "Old Qin, the old rules...go get me some piglet hearts and some vinegar, and I'll drink them with wine!"

Lao Qin looked at Shen Xiaojia, then at the white-haired old man in the cell on the right. He sighed slightly, stood up, walked to a corner, uncovered a few bricks, and took them out from a square pit full of ice.

Two pairs of bright red pig hearts, "Knowing that you are coming, I have prepared them in advance and specially processed them. In your words, they are clean and hygienic..." and picked up a plate of vinegar prepared in advance from the torture table on the side.

, all placed in front of Shen Xiaojia, blinked his eyes, and lowered his voice and said, "Eat with confidence!"

Shen Xiaojia nodded lightly, snorted coldly, grabbed a pair of pig hearts, looked sideways at the white-haired old man, and said in a cold voice, "Compared with me in blood! It's like a toad pretending to be a frog, it's not even close!"

"Ah! He ate... He ate again... At least he fried it a little bit last time, but this time he ate it again! Oh my God! No, my lady, Queen of the Moon God, why don't you just eat this?

The devil took it away..."

"Keep your voice down! Don't let him hear it! Last time someone said something bad about him, he took him out on the spot and never came back..."

The white-haired old man in the cell on the right stared at Shen Xiaojia, who had a mouth full of blood and was swallowing big mouthfuls. He felt goosebumps rising on his arms, and he quietly moved to the corner of the cell.

Shen Xiaojia finished eating two pieces of pig heart, let out a long burp, drank the wine in the bowl, walked to the cell on the right with his hands on his hips, and said expressionlessly, "Ask a question..." Cold

His eyes swept over the faces of the strong men in the cell, "Which of you is the one who fell on the wooden platform last night and almost let Yue Nu run away?"

One of the strong men secretly lowered his head and muttered in his heart, "Don't look at me, don't look at me..."

"Is that you? Stop drawing small circles on the ground," Shen Xiaojia tilted his head and looked at the strong man who lowered his head, "Come out with me!"

The strong man was startled for a moment, and then he raised his head and was about to say something in defense, but found that there was no one around him. The other strong men had moved back a few feet at some point, and looked like they were unfamiliar with him.

Shen Xiaojia opened the door of the prison cell and raised his fingers at the strong man, "What? Do you want me to find someone to lift you out?"

The strong man trembled all over, and quickly walked out of the cell. He said with a pale face, "Don't dare... I have feet and can walk on my own!"

Shen Xiaojia turned back to the table, patted the bench next to him, looked at the strong man sideways, and said two words lightly, "Sit down!"

The strong man waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Don't you dare..."

"This is the second time you have rejected me..." Shen Xiaojia's face suddenly turned cold, "Do you think that I am of low status and am not worthy of sharing the same table with you?"

The strong man's legs suddenly gave way and he sat down on the stool. He said with a sad face, "Sir, please don't misunderstand me. I'll sit down!"

"That's right," Shen Xiaojia winked at Lao Qin and asked him to fill up a bowl of sake for the strong man. He picked up his own bowl and saluted the strong man, "Come! Let's eat together. Let's eat together."

drink!"

The words "guillotine wine" suddenly flashed through the mind of the strong man, and he knelt on the ground in an instant, "Sir, please forgive me! The young one was only temporarily called to be a yaksha, and he doesn't know anything!"

"Na na na, you've rejected me again. This is the third time. It's just three things!" Shen Xiaojia helped the strong man up with a smile, touched it with his wine bowl and placed it in front of the strong man.

He drank from the wine bowl and said happily, "I did it, you can do whatever you want!"

The strong man stared at Shen Xiaojia's kind face, trembled with fear, bit his lip, picked up the wine bowl, and drank it all, not a drop was left.

"Not bad, now that you drank my wine, you are my fair-weather friend. It's time for us to have a few heart-to-heart talks..." Shen Xiaojia pointed to the blood stains on his face and hands and said coldly,

"Don't say nonsense like you are a temporary worker. That will make me very sad. My heart is broken, so I want to eat something to make up for it... Can you tell what kind of blood this is?"

The strong man immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "I can see it, it's human blood..."

"As long as you see it, if you don't want your blood to get on my hands, then just cooperate honestly!"

"It must be true, but I really don't know anything..."

"I know, I know," Shen Xiaojia patted the back of the strong man's hand, "Well, you must be in a daze because you were suddenly thrown into prison. It's normal that you can't think of it for a moment... Then take it easy...

Wait a minute, I'll come see you tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and tell me when you remember it. However, you only have two and a half days, if you missed it...then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The strong man's pupils shrank and he said bitterly, "Sir... whatever you want to hear, I can tell you now..."

"Go back and stay," Shen Xiaojia waved his hand, "I don't want to hear what you have to say now. Let's talk next time!"

The strong man hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something more, but when he saw the smile on Shen Xiaojia's face suddenly disappear, he immediately stood up and left, running back to the cell on the right side and closing the cell door very consciously.

Shen Xiaojia glanced at the cell on the right and shouted loudly, "Thank you for your cooperation. Next time I'll treat you to wine and meat. You'll be drunk until you're done!" He stood up and whispered to Old Qin, "Old Qin,

After I leave, put that white-haired old guy in a cell alone. Don't say anything or ask anything. Even if Captain Jiang or other people from the government come to interrogate the prisoner, let them deliberately exclude the white-haired guy.

Old guy, leave him alone for a while, and when I come back, everything will come to light!"

Lao Qin nodded in agreement and chuckled, "As expected of a human devil, he has a way of playing with people's hearts!"

"Don't say that. I'm still a child with a pure nature. I don't understand the sinister nature of people's hearts..." Shen Xiaojia showed two rows of blood-stained teeth, smiled shyly, bowed and clasped his fists to bid farewell to Lao Qin. In front of the horrified prisoners,

With eyes half drunk and half cold, he walked out of the prison in a hurry.

When passing by the plum tree in the backyard of the government office, Shen Xiaojia unbuttoned his belt and drank sixty-one moments of reincarnation wine.

After shaking his body and fastening his belt amidst Liu Nai's scolding, Shen Xiaojia walked to the front yard of the government office. He looked around, but did not find Jiang Captou. He pursed his lips and drank by the well.

With a handful of well water, I washed the blood stains on my face and hands, glanced at the setting sun, hummed a tune and walked out of the government office gate, walking slowly towards Zuiyue Tower.

I walked around and looked around, ate a large crispy watermelon given by the melon farmer at a melon stall, bought a jar of lotus stamens at a wine shop, chatted about life with the fortune teller Chen Xiazi for a while, and chatted with the vegetable seller Aunt Li.

After a while, when Shen Xiaojia returned to Zuiyue Tower, the restaurant had already closed, and there was silence everywhere, but there were some whispers.

The proprietress Yan Yan was guarding Yan Qi who was still sleeping in the wing room on the second floor, telling Shen Xiaojia's fairy tale in a blaring voice, but the version was slightly different, and she added some of her own ideas to many plots. For example, the crow's mother also hid

After passing the poisonous hand of the goshawk, for example, the old sparrowhawk became the father of the gray crow.

The mute girl found a whetstone somewhere and was sharpening the pair of scissors very seriously in the woodshed.

The cook's snoring, louder and quieter, floated out from the small room next to the restaurant's kitchen.

Only Laoqu was the quietest. He was sitting alone in the middle of the courtyard, with the cold moon slanting beside him, looking at the clear glow in the sky in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Xiaojia sat down next to Lao Qu in a grand manner and handed over the lotus stamens in his hand, "Sansheng Winery's newly brewed lotus stamens this year happened to be on display when I came back and I saw Hu Sansheng putting them out, so I gave you some.

The pot tastes very good.”

"When I see the moon, I am naturally missing someone..." Lao Qu took the lotus stamen, opened the cover and smelled it, his Adam's apple squirmed a few times, and praised, "It smells so good!"

Shen Xiaojia raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"There are dead people, living people, and people who don't know life or death..." Lao Qu took a sip of wine, shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you... you will be willing to give

I bought wine and the sun really came out from the west."

"Don't talk about the sun in front of the moon. Be careful when the moon gets angry and hides. You won't be able to see the people in the moon."

"Tell me, what's going on?"
To be continued...