The onset of illness

Author: plastic kite

The onset of illness

"I'm not in a high mood, 446. Let's do this. I'll write some fun for you, and arrange for someone to accompany you on a tour in Leyu. What do you think?"

Chen Tong continued to walk wanderingly, "No, I'll be thankful that I can get rid of your contract as soon as possible."

"Really don't want to go? A reminder from the front row, Leyu has many more entertainment facilities than Qinghe, such as wooden houses, vaudeville puppet shows, storytellers and operas, groceries, makeup and clothes... Anyway, you have nothing to do when you go back, so you might as well go there for a stroll.

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"No, please respect the spirit of our contract. Speaking of which, can you send me another copy of the document?"

Bei He seemed not to have expected this, and spoke a little stutteringly, "This, this... shouldn't your bureau give it to you?"

"The impact of force majeure is too great and the documents need to be updated." Chen Tong was also sincere, revealing half of the current situation and hiding the other half.

"That's it..."

"How about you go play and I'll give it to you. Don't abandon your life for business." Bei He said with a half-coaxing smile, as if "Hey, it's just for fun, the plot doesn't matter."

Chen Tong was very resistant deep down. She felt that this negotiator was too dishonest.

Efficiency is life. Whoever takes the initiative to find someone in the bureau doesn't know what principles the Council Bureau upholds? He dragged her around to play with her, and she was the one who was punished for failing the mission. He lost nothing. Wasn't he leading people into a trap?

Jump inside.

She was about to argue when she suddenly heard a buzzing sound as a disconnected assistant reconnected.

"Ding, your little cutie suddenly appeared."

"Can you give me some reaction time next time we meet? I'm afraid I'll be frightened to death by you." Chen Tong patted his heart, and the gloom in his heart immediately dissipated.

"Sorry, let's continue." She didn't forget about business, and after saying hello to Little A, she started arguing with Bei He.

Chen Tong waited for a while, and the only response she received was the whirring sound of the wind. Just as he was about to give a reminder, Little A's poached egg tearful eyes stole his attention.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Chen Tong tilted his head, "No way."

It does not have the final say in the static space-time field.

Little A changed into a prison uniform to match the occasion and sat down in her brain computer, propped up his chin, and did not forget to tell her vividly what had just happened.

You have to know that a hidden bug can be fatal if you don't fix it properly. But by chance, Little A encountered such a bug. In order not to injure Chen Tong, it even took the initiative to cut off the communication signal.

Resigned to his fate, Little A moved around bravely. He wanted to say a few words to the other person, but when he saw that he was still staring in the previous direction, he suddenly felt like a fool.

…

How can there be so many special cases for it to meet!

The man vomited filth and then stopped. It may be that the signal in the prison was weak and the gravitational field was delayed. Little A looked at him carefully. Except for meeting his eyes at that angle just now, no matter how he moved, he did not cause any further disturbance.

A little reaction from the other party.

It flew around the prisoner twice, and was very curious as to what could make him look so entranced. It followed his gaze, but found nothing.

Oh, not really.

There was an extremely long crack on the wall of Chen Tong's cell. Outside the crack, green grass blades could be seen faintly waving in the wind.

"That lunatic has been locked up for who knows how long. He relies on that patch of green to stay awake every day. When you go back, be careful not to lean on that place. Remember to leave a "window" for him to the outside world."

If you are locked up in one place for a long time, you will either die or become abnormal. Being able to have some spiritual sustenance is considered a blessing among misfortunes.

Chen Tong felt a little sad. He was a beautiful and powerful person who had only one misfortune. This man was somewhat unlucky. Both the county magistrate and the prefect thought that he had hidden something. He would be damned if he could bring it out, and even more damned if he couldn't.

"Don't worry." She replied.

In less than two quarters of an hour, everyone returned to the prison. Sitting on the broken straw mat, Chen Tong suddenly thought of the cake in his hand. The madman's cell was the most dark, and from her angle, she couldn't see where the other person was hiding. Forced.

He had no choice but to throw the cake into the opponent's cell as usual.

It would be nice if she didn't have shackles. Even if I give her a few discus, she can still throw perfect marks.

Little A huddled in the parallel layer and watched. It was one thing to understand, but another thing to be afraid. It did not dare to face the madman again; while Chen Tong squatted next to the cell door and wondered: The madman was very active in steamed buns before.

, why don’t people react if I change it to a more delicious cake?

Hiss, he's not going to die.

The sanitary environment and nutritional conditions of ancient prisons were extremely poor. It was spring at this time, and everything was dormant. It was the time when viruses and bacteria were active. If one person in the prison was really infected, it would be impossible for the others to escape. In addition, the medical conditions in this poor place were very poor.

...Chen Tong really didn't dare to think about it.

Besides, no one will treat prisoners, let alone lunatics, who are not welcome anywhere.

"During the time you left, the jailers were out drinking and never came in. If there were really dying people, they should come more often."

…

Did she really think too much?

As if to verify her idea, a pair of withered hands tremblingly came out of the darkness and grabbed the oil paper package for the cake. Even though Chen Tong had read countless horror movies, he was still frightened by this fierce grab.

The coughing sound became more intense, and the feeling of decay in his throat became more obvious. It seemed that he had spent a lot of energy, so that he was gasping for air and suddenly rumbling, which made Chen Tong feel deeply tired.

Chen Tong did not forget Xiao A's instructions and deliberately avoided the crack, but it was so late at night that he couldn't see anything even if he avoided it.

After calming down for a while, I heard several jailors making a loud noise, smelling of alcohol.

"This illness is so threatening..." It was Fang Kunyu's voice. Speaking of this, Chen Tong became angry: He didn't care about his wife giving birth, but she drank it up here.

"You are still too soft-hearted. You cough so much. Where can you get so many medicines? We have to wait and see." The prison warden held the wine bottle and took another big sip. He relied on wine to pass the time at night, so it doesn't hurt to take another sip.

"...You can't say that, if there is an innocent verdict..." Fang Kunyu couldn't bear it after all.

"Even if he died in prison, what does it have to do with us? We should only blame them for their misfortune and poor fortune. Before they were released, we didn't give them less food and clothing, and we didn't even give them harsher punishments.

I’ve never been there before, it’s quite interesting.”

The prison boss chuckled, "Instead of treating these scumbags, why don't we buy some good wine and food and have a good drink." After saying that, he hummed a tune, took off his saber, slapped it on the table, and took off his muffler.

After wearing smelly cloth shoes for a day, I snored loudly when I lay down.

As soon as the prison head fell asleep, the task of night patrol naturally fell on Fang Kunyu. He brought two buckets of soup from the next door and poured them out one by one. There were people in the prison that Uncle Hua had to take care of, and Fang Kunyu couldn't watch her being affected.

"Good evening, Master Fang."

The woman picked up the medicine on the ground and threw a red strip of cloth at herself as if she was reciprocating. He took it in astonishment, and the other party held the bowl higher as if to toast.

"Mother and child are safe, congratulations."
Chapter completed!