Chapter 72: Nose More Sensitive Than a Dog

The prison guards didn't dare to make a sound; at this moment, they even forgot how to breathe.

What to do? What to do? Are they going to lose their heads? Will their families be implicated? Don't want to die!

Just knew this method wouldn't work.

If they stand up and report now, can they save their lives?

Should they confess? Should they shout now?

It was all Lu Datou and Xu Fugui's idea, and it had nothing to do with them; they were innocent.

Just when everyone was on the verge of collapse, and the pressure was so great that they couldn't hold on, Sun Daoning walked toward the next prisoner.

Several prison guards breathed a sigh of relief together, only to find that in a short time, they were already sweating like rain, and their whole bodies were wet. They couldn't care about the discomfort on their bodies, exchanged a look with each other, and showed a look of relief.

"Big Brother Datou, did we pass the level?"

Lu Datou silently wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Shut up! Wait until the head falls to the ground."

"Yes!"

Lu Datou didn't feel any relief at this moment. He was still thinking about Sun Daoning's look; what exactly did it mean? Did he discover the replacement of the peach with the plum and guess the secret of the Heavenly Prison? Why did the other party look at them at the last moment? When verifying other prisoners, why didn't he have this look?

Lu Datou was guilty! The more he thought, the more he felt that Sun Daoning had discovered the secret, but why didn't the other party speak out? Oh, afraid of being implicated.

Such a big problem in the Heavenly Prison, the Ministry of Justice doesn't want to stay out of it.

It must be so!

Lu Datou tried hard to convince himself, trying to make himself feel relaxed. Until the execution began, the 'little thief Kongkong' was executed, and the corpse collector took the corpse away, he truly relaxed.

He ordered the prison guards: "Go back and report to Xu Tou, saying everything went smoothly. I have other things to do, so I won't be on duty this afternoon."

He was going to have a drink to relax his nervous nerves.

After drinking, he naturally went to the gambling house. With money in hand, if he didn't gamble twice, his heart wouldn't be happy.

Good news reached the Heavenly Prison, everyone smiled knowingly, and finally began to serve as usual.

Little did they know, the abnormal performance of all the prison guards this half day had already fallen into the eyes of some smart people. Although the prison guards' performance was not much different from usual, in the eyes of some people, that little bit of subtle difference was equivalent to writing two words on their faces: Something's up!

This smart person is Yu Zhaoan, the former Right Vice Zhang Yushi-in-Chief of the Censorate, whose eyes are like hunting dogs; as long as there is any movement in the Heavenly Prison, it can't escape his sharp eyes.

He doesn't chat with the bottom-level prison guards, because the prison guards don't talk to him, or don't understand what he is saying at all, or maybe they are pretending to be stupid and pretending not to understand what he is saying.

Anyway, he and other prison guards have no communication.

He only likes to talk to Chen Guanlou.

When Chen Guanlou patrolled the cells and passed his cell door, he immediately called the other party.

"What happened?" He went straight to the point, wanting to come by surprise, to observe the other party's reaction. In the past, he often used this trick, which was always effective, and could always get the information he wanted.

"What happened?" Chen Guanlou looked at Yu Zhaoan with a puzzled face, as if looking at a lunatic.

Yu Zhaoan frowned. His method didn't work? Failed? Or did he guess wrong? He couldn't see any guilt on Chen Guanlou's face that was called out.

Chen Guanlou had a righteous face. He thought, this little trick wants to cheat him, dream on. In his previous life, he was a master of slacking off, slacking off under the boss's nose, and was mistaken for being serious and responsible. Lying without drafting, lying without guilt, is a necessary skill for office workers.

The most effective counterattack is to throw the question back and blame the other party.

"What's wrong with Yu Da Ren today? Dislike the heat, the food is not to your taste?"

Yu Zhaoan has always been a very firm person and never doubts his judgment. Even if the judgment is wrong, he won't think it's his own fault; it can only be said that the enemy is too cunning and blinded him.

At this moment, in his eyes, Chen Guanlou is a very cunning guy, performing as if it were real.

"All morning, the prison guards have been absent-minded and anxious. Did something happen outside?"

"What can happen." Chen Guanlou looked at Yu Zhaoan with a strange face. "Yu Da Ren doesn't understand the life of our bottom-level little people. Seeing that it's payday, everyone is thinking about how much money they can get. Everyone is counting on this salary to live."

Yu Zhaoan frowned, very dissatisfied with this answer. But he couldn't see any clues on Chen Guanlou's face. The other party's tone of voice didn't change.

"Nothing really happened?"

"Yu Da Ren, can you hope for us to be good. If something happens to us, the first to be unlucky must be you prisoners."

After speaking, Chen Guanlou compared a middle finger to him.

Yu Zhaoan snorted coldly: "It's best not to let this official discover the truth. Otherwise, I will be the first to deal with you."

Chen Guanlou also snorted twice, with a look of disdain, and continued to patrol the cells.

After the patrol, he called the prison guards under him to the front. "Next, no one is allowed to contact or talk to Yu Zhaoan, and there can't even be eye contact. For any of his requests, you must ignore them. Remember?"

"Remember."

"Chen Tou, what happened?"

"What kind of tricks did Yu Zhaoan make again?"

"It's not what you think. This guy has a dog nose, smelled a little taste, and is trying to find the root cause. You all know the stakes, can you do it?"

"Don't worry, Chen Tou, guarantee to do it."

"Is Yu Zhaoan really that powerful?"

"Don't doubt the ability of a Zhang Yushi-in-Chief. Those years he was able to rise to the top, one is because he has a backer, and the other is because he has real skills. He has been a censor for so many years, even if he didn't know how to investigate cases at first, now he can be called an experienced hunter. No one should try to challenge him. Whoever gets into trouble, it's deserved to die."

Chen Guanlou knocked and beat, and finally suppressed the suspicion in the prison guards' hearts.

Everyone held the principle of not adding trouble, and naturally acted according to instructions. In the subsequent patrol, there was no prison guard who paid attention to Yu Zhaoan, even the prison guard who delivered the food was silent throughout.

For the sake of everyone's life, no one dared to mess around.

At some point, Chen Guanlou would also reflect, was it wrong to let Master Kongkong go?

Definitely wrong!

From the perspective of law, he was very wrong, he was committing a crime.

But from the perspective of interest, he did it too right.

If Master Kongkong was caught, who would he hand him over to, and how? Even if these problems were not problems, why should he catch Master Kongkong? And how should he explain the ins and outs? A lie needs countless lies to cover up.

In case the matter is pierced, and the people above ask him, he can't make up that he met the unconscious Master Kongkong on the road and saw through the other party's disguise at a glance?

Who believes this?

Once the investigation turns to him, at that time, can his secret be kept?

Even if he doesn't show up, then his mask has the risk of exposure.

Who can guarantee that Master Kongkong won't confess everything in order to survive?

As long as there is a little danger, he must strangle it!

He must never risk exposing his secret to be a nameless constable. ===== CHAPTER 73 =====