Chapter 516: Who Is the Beneficiary, Who Is the Most Suspect

As long as the official appointment letter hadn't come down, Prison Clerk Chen was still Prison Clerk Chen.

But throughout the Heavenly Prison, all the prison guards in the three major prisons regarded him as the Jiang Jiang Yucheng. Xu Fugui was particularly proactive in inviting him to inspect the C-grade prison and give work instructions.

Chen Guanlou said bluntly, "Don't be in a hurry. Don't listen to the wind and believe it's rain. What if it's not me in the end? Wouldn't I be very embarrassed? By then, I would become a laughingstock; will you compensate me?"

"That can't be!"

"Absolutely not!"

"The position of Jiang Jiang Yucheng belongs to Official Chen."

"None of the previous Prison Wardens have done as well as Official Chen. Although Official Chen doesn't have the reality of a Jiang Jiang Yucheng yet, he has long had the name of a Jiang Jiang Yucheng."

"If the above goes back on their word, we will go to the Ministry of Justice to petition."

"Yes, let's go petition."

"Nonsense! How can you petition? Isn't this putting Official Chen on a fire to roast? If the above really goes back on their word, we should pool money to send gifts for Official Chen to ensure things return to their original track."

"Makes sense."

"Why not pool money now."

"Eh eh eh, that's enough." Chen Guanlou saw that everyone was talking more and more outrageously, so he quickly interrupted, "I don't need anyone to pool money for me to run for office. When it really comes to needing money, I have money myself, and I can find the path. Once the appointment letter comes down, I will treat everyone to flower wine, and we won't return until we're drunk. You must not spend money for me. Do you remember?"

"Remembered, remembered."

"Official Chen is still good, considerate of us. Unlike the previous Jiang Jiang Yucheng, who wanted money as soon as he took office."

"Official is considerate of us, it is the Official's kindness. But we can't be ignorant. The Official is promoted and gets rich, we should pool money. At that time, I hope the Official will accept it and don't dislike us for being crude."

Damn!

After talking for a long time, they were still thinking about how to pool money.

This had become a common practice in the Heavenly Prison.

Whenever a new Jiang Jiang Yucheng took office, every prison, every prison clerk, and the prison guards below, one by one, would pool money to send a meeting gift to congratulate the new Jiang Jiang Yucheng on taking office.

Chen Guanlou didn't want to do this.

However, looking at it this way, if he didn't follow the rules and accept the money, I'm afraid everyone would be uneasy, and they would all speculate whether he wanted to cut off everyone's income and line his own pockets.

It turns out his reputation was limited to the identity of a prison clerk, and only limited to the A-grade prison.

Busy for a few years, just this, hehe!

This bunch of cheap bones, once he really becomes the Jiang Jiang Yucheng, he must give them a good beating.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei's departure had no effect on his life; he continued to work and live as usual.

Chen Guanlou went down to the prison, inspected it from beginning to end, raised problems on the spot, and demanded rectification on time.

Finally, he came to the cell where Jiang Tu was detained.

Miserable!

Unbearable to look at!

When he left, he was fine, but after returning, he was no longer human.

He used to think that having no good skin on his whole body was an exaggeration, but now he knew it was clearly a realistic portrayal.

He didn't look like a human at all, lying on the ground like a dog, his limbs twisted, his bones broken, but not set. One of the kneecaps was poking out, making people frown, having a phantom pain. It was as if his own bones were poking out, uncomfortable.

The left cheek was scorched, almost blinding his eyes, completely disfigured. Even if a divine doctor came in person, he couldn't cure such a tragic disfigurement.

"What's going on, didn't you treat him? With such heavy injuries, do you want him to be in pain to death? Someone, go invite Medical Official Mu. It's too absurd! The Heavenly Prison doesn't have the rule of mistreating prisoners; how are you all working?"

Chen Guanlou was furious and cursed.

Regardless of what Jiang Tu did before. He was now a proper big client of the Heavenly Prison, a God of Wealth. Is this how you treat the God of Wealth? Taking money and not doing things, it's unreasonable; this is ruining the rules of the Heavenly Prison.

"Don't... don't treat!" Jiang Tu originally hadn't fainted; he raised his head in a daze. "Don't treat, I want to die! Let me die!"

The prison guard on the side was also in a difficult position. "Official, we have always persuaded Official Jiang to accept treatment, but Official Jiang insisted on refusing. Whoever gives him medicine, he seeks death. We have no way either."

Chen Guanlou frowned, squatted down, and stared at Jiang Tu. "Why is Official Jiang suffering like this? Doesn't it hurt? At least let Medical Official Mu prescribe some painkillers to numb it."

"Let me die! I am living now, it's worse than death. Prison Clerk Chen, Chen Guanlou, help me one last time, okay? Let me die, die more quickly. Woo woo... I am a coward, I don't have the courage to commit suicide, I just ask to die early."

Jiang Tu was like seeing a savior, his suppressed emotions were instantly released, and he cried out loud.

Chen Guanlou waved his hand, signaling the prison guard to leave the water bottle and all leave.

He used cotton cloth to dip in water to wipe the other party's lips. The other party's limbs were broken, and he couldn't even take care of drinking water himself. Not to mention bowel movements. It was indeed worse than death. Fortunately, it was still spring, and the weather wasn't hot. If it were summer, he would have to suffer more than double the crime.

"Have you explained everything clearly?"

"They want me to implicate others, but I, Jiang Tu, although a villain, am also a villain with principles. I am unwilling, so they forced me to death. I can't take it anymore. Next time I'm interrogated, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on, and I'll really have to follow their wishes and implicate others. Prison Clerk Chen, I can't hold on anymore, let me die. If you are willing to help me, the courtyard at No. 37 Ma Jia Lane, that place has nothing to do with me, no matter how they investigate, they won't be able to find me, I'll give it to you as a reward."

Jiang Tu could only move his neck flexibly, kowtowing frequently, just asking for a quick death to end his painful life.

Chen Guanlou sighed. "It's better to live miserably than to die."

"Worse than death! If you are afraid of taking responsibility, I will leave a suicide note, letting the world know that I was forced to death by that group of people."

Chen Guanlou looked at the other party, who didn't look like a human at all; it was indeed worse than death.

Raiding the house, confiscating property, the officials who should have gotten their hands on it had already gotten it. The Altar Explosion Case, even if you broke the sky, it couldn't have any connection with Jiang Tu, at most it was a responsibility of poor supervision.

He didn't promise Jiang Tu, just let the other party lie down well and not waste energy. Then he left the Heavenly Prison.

Jiang Tu looked at his back and laughed silently, his mouth opening wider and wider.

That night, Jiang Tu died suddenly in prison.

When the prison guard discovered it, the body was already stiff.

The Ministry of Justice official who came to interrogate him ran to the cell in person to check, determined that the body was Jiang Tu himself, and determined that the person was dead, cursing, "Bad luck! When others came to interrogate, he was fine, but when it was my turn to interrogate, he died. Extremely bad luck."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left, looking furious.

Medical Official Mu carried the medicine box and squatted in the cell to examine the body, ensuring there were no questions, and then he could send it to the morgue.

He glanced at Chen Guanlou, who was standing at the cell door.