Chapter 5 5: Killing with a sharp blade in hand
"Chen Guiyang, Chen Guiyang, it's time to hit the road!"
The footsteps kept getting closer, coming towards this direction.
Chen Jin remembered the name "Chen Guiyang", but there was no impression of the other party in his memory.
Seeing that Chen Jin was about to be beheaded, the old writer was quite reluctant to give up. He felt that this young man was quite nice, polite and polite, but every time he paid tribute, it was a little too strong.
Such a person will be unjustly imprisoned as a scapegoat.
God has no eyes!
He sighed and said: "Young man, we have known each other for so long, and I still don't know your name. Now you are about to be kidnapped to the execution ground. What do you want to say to me?"
Chen Jin said calmly: "It's okay, I feel pretty good."
"Pretty good?"
The old writer couldn't figure it out. He thought he was about to die. He was stimulated and started talking nonsense again.
There was a "bang" sound, and two jailers came with lanterns in hand. One of them took out the key and opened the door, shouting: "Chen Guiyang, come out quickly."
Chen Jin stepped out without hesitation.
The door is short and narrow, and you need to bend down to get in.
The jailer raised the lantern high and looked up and down, looking surprised: "It's strange that you are so well-fed in prison!"
At this time, Chen Jin's appearance was unkempt, his hair was disheveled, and his face was dirty, and his facial features could not be seen.
The clothes on his body had not been changed, they were torn in many places and covered with dirt.
This kind of look is suitable for being a scapegoat.
But his body shape was obviously straighter, which was completely different from the scrawny, hunched look of other prisoners.
Chen Jin grinned: "Thanks to the care of the jailer, I bring delicious food here every day."
The two jailers looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
They don't do this thing just once or twice. Every time they do something, those people either scream and scream that they are wronged, or they are so frightened that they become incontinent and turn into a puddle of mud.
Unlike now, Chen Jinyun looked calm and calm, as if he didn't know that he was going to be beheaded, but thought he would be released.
Could it be that he was knocked unconscious by a sap?
That's the best, it can save a lot of effort.
A jailer said with a smile: "That's easy to say! Lower your head."
He took out a pair of shackles and put them on.
Usually in prison, a weak scholar like Chen Jin does not need to be put in shackles and chains.
Those methods are mainly used to deal with serious criminals, or villains and bandits who know martial arts.
"Easy to say."
Chen Jin said in his mouth, pretending to lower his head, but reached out and pulled out the sword from the jailer's waist.
The sword flashed.
A good head rolled down immediately.
With another backhand stab, the sharp tip of the knife pierced the heart of another jailer.
He was caught off guard and screamed, then fell down.
These two knives are crisp and sharp.
Looking at the blade again, it is already a little curled.
This saber is of poor quality.
Chen Jin held a lantern in one hand and a knife in the other, and said towards the cell: "Old man, let me ask you again, are you leaving?"
Alarmed by this movement, the old writer poked his head out and saw the two jailers lying in a pool of blood. He was immediately frightened.
He had no idea what was going on. When he realized what was going on, he subconsciously raised his legs and took a step.
He only took one step and then stopped at the door.
There is a fierce battle between heaven and man in my heart.
Although it is not known what method Chen Jin used to kill the two jailers, such behavior is tantamount to escaping from prison and rebelling. So, if you follow him, wouldn't you be an accomplice?
From then on, he was wanted by the government and had to flee to the end of the world, with no place to stand.
At the same time, the old writer had doubts about Chen Jin's identity.
Could the person who dared to kill two jailers with a sword in his hand be a weak scholar from a poor family?
In addition, the entire death row is guarded by more than two jailers. Once outside, you will definitely encounter other jailers and even attract guards.
Now it is not difficult to get out of this prison door. What is difficult is to actually walk out of the prison.
Thinking of this, the old writer sighed and retracted his feet: "Young people, I can't leave, and I don't dare to leave."
Chen Jin glanced at him, held a lantern and left with a knife.
Watching his figure leave and quickly disappear around the corner, the old book writer felt an inexplicable feeling of regret in his heart.
But now, it's useless to regret, let alone catch up.
He slowly hid back in the cell, feeling curious again, so he walked under the mud wall where Chen Jin was.
The two of them were in the same room together. For many days, they had a tacit understanding of each other and not interfere with each other. The lighting in the room was poor, but from a distance, it was difficult to see clearly what the other party was doing.
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Now with the help of light, the old writer saw many things falling on the ground here.
It was actually a cockroach.
The prison environment is dirty, and it is normal for rats, ants, mosquitoes, etc. to breed. However, rats are cunning and cannot be caught. If they can be caught, they can be regarded as a kind of meat.
In comparison, cockroaches will be more numerous and easier to catch.
The old writer was imprisoned in death row for a long time. Sometimes when he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore, he would rummage through the straw and catch some cockroaches to eat.
But I can’t eat it often.
There are still a lot of cockroaches in the cell, and they sometimes crawl on me when I sleep.
But the strange thing is that since Chen Jin was imprisoned, the old writer felt that there were fewer cockroaches.
Other mosquitoes and the like seemed to disappear all of a sudden.
At that time, he didn't pay special attention. Now that he saw so many dead cockroaches on the ground, he realized something fishy.
The old writer blinked and found something again, so he stretched out his hand to touch the mud wall.
The walls were uneven and pitted, like marks left by raindrops.
These marks are not caused by aging, but new pits.
This is...
His mind immediately pictured Chen Jin holding a rice straw and waving pricks at the mud wall.
Who is this descendant?
The old writer was shocked and regretted even more: Maybe, I should have left with him...
……
However, Chen Jin walked with a knife and saw that the design and layout of this death row was quite thoughtful. The cells were staggered and branched out. Many of the cells are empty, with no prisoners in them.
Maybe there weren't that many repeat offenders to catch; or maybe this batch just happened to be taken out and beheaded.
No wonder the prison has been quite quiet these past few days.
Chen Jin ignored that and just walked outside, passed through an open door, and soon came to an outer room.
The space here is open and the lights are bright. There are chairs and tables filled with wine and meat. A fat head and big-eared cell leader was sitting at the top, accompanied by two jailers on the left and right.
The table of food and wine has just been served, and I haven't even started to use my chopsticks yet.
"You?"
The cell leader happened to be sitting facing here, and he was the first to notice Chen Jin coming out. He couldn't help being shocked, and said in a voice: "The prisoner is gone!"
What responded to him was a streak of sword light.
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