One day in late March.

Shanghai Tilanqiao Prison.

This is the Public Security Bureau Prison in the Concession, and it is under the jurisdiction of the British side in the British Concession.

Tang Jin, the right minister of the Ministry of Punishment of the Qing Dynasty, was supervising the transfer of important prisoners on behalf of the Ministry of Punishment.

Shanghai Daotai personally led a group of yamen officers to accept all the prisoners involved in the Meishan Town case in Changxing in Tilanqiao Prison, a total of more than 20 people.

The British-Japanese murder case of Charlie, Allen and other British nationals in Meishan Town has been concluded. The criminals involved in the case detained in Tilanqiao Prison should be handed over to the Qing Dynasty in accordance with the principles of nationality and jurisdiction over the place where the crime occurred.

The Ministry of Punishment of the government was judged by the Qing court according to laws.

Because the matter was of great importance and had a wide impact, the Yamen of the Qing Dynasty Prime Minister sent Tang Jin, the right minister of the Xing Department, to supervise the matter.

Shanghai Daotai personally led the government officials to Tijianqiao Prison to accept the prisoners, which prompted the incident to be taken seriously.

Of course Tang Jin understood all the twists and turns. The imperial court did this as a face-saving project to please the British and to demonstrate against the Japanese.

In the end, he was just acting as a butcher's knife, wiping the British side's butt and making trouble for the Holy One.

"Jin Tianlong..." Tang Jin roared.

Looking at the roster, Tang Jin looked across at the British handover representative, Counselor Ian.

Ian couldn't understand Chinese very well, but he was so familiar with the three words "Jin Tianlong" that he didn't need to translate. He waved his hand, and two British guards walked out with Jin Tianlong between them and handed him over to the Qing Dynasty police officer.

Jin Tianlong had just had his splints removed from his legs. The military doctor had good medical skills and the bones were well connected. Now he can basically walk slowly.

But he was still pinched out by two tall, strong, yellow-haired British guards.

His eyes were fixed on Ian, revealing endless resentment.

Three months ago at the manor in the northern suburbs of Wuxing, he and the eldest young master agreed to let him go. Now he is very cooperative in explaining everything, including all physical evidence.

Not only that, he also cooperated frequently and appeared in the news media and in front of the court to help the British expose Japanese conspiracy plans.

Now, after using him completely but not fulfilling his promise, handing him over to the Qing court is tantamount to sentencing him to death.

Ian turned his head and looked aside, ignoring him.

They are all people working under the boss. It is impossible for Ian not to know how Jin Tianlong feels in his heart.

But is this something he can control?

In just one hour, more than twenty criminals were handed over.

Tang Jin escorted these prisoners into the prison car and outside the concession, there was a team of more than a hundred Qing troops responsible for escorting them. The team slowly walked towards the prison set up by the Ministry of Punishment in Shanghai County.

This case does not need to be tried at all, that is, Qiu Hou will be beheaded.

Now, throw these people into death row, and they will be executed in the future.

…

The prison of the Criminal Department of Shanghai County was dark and dark, and the burning torches illuminated the figures like ghosts.

From time to time, the cries and howls of prisoners could be heard.

After Jin Tianlong was imprisoned in the death row of the Ministry of Punishment, he was thrown into a separate prison cell. Except for the meal on the first day, no one gave him food or water, nor was he interrogated. For several days, no one came to pay attention to him.

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He seems to have been forgotten.

This is very abnormal.

Lying on the thatch in the prison cell, Jin Tianlong had endless hatred in his heart.

He hated the Japanese people in Gongchenqiao. Over the past few years, he had always followed their lead, worked for them with all his heart, and endured a lot of torture and suffering for them.

But in the end, the Japanese abandoned him mercilessly, and eventually killed his family, and even sent ninjas to kill him and silence him.

He hated the British, hated them for crossing the river and destroying the bridge. After using him, he kicked him away like a dead dog.

He hated the jailers here and hated the world.

The only thing he doesn't hate is himself.

His heart could no longer hold anything else except hatred and revenge.

He has not eaten or drank for five consecutive days.

If this underground death cell hadn't been dark and damp, with some water droplets seeping out of the walls, he wouldn't have been able to survive this time.

The person has become extremely weak.

"I want to live, I can't just starve to death here without any reason!" He shouted in his heart.

A rustling sound came from the thatch.

Jin Tianlong opened his dull eyes and looked at the dark animal beside him. It was a big rat on death row, looking at him furtively.

This big rat was not afraid at all and seemed to be waiting for him to die so that he could feast on his corpse.

The rats in the death row were so fat that they had eaten so much human flesh and drank so much blood.

"I want to live..."

Jin Tianlong gritted his teeth and repeated word by word.

Looking at the big rat, not knowing where the strength came from, he suddenly reached out and caught the rat in his hand.

The mouse squeaked, shook its head, and kicked its legs, trying to escape from his grasp.

Jin Tianlong shouted crazily: "I want to live!"

He grabbed the mouse with both hands, brought it to his mouth, closed his eyes, opened his teeth and bit down hard on the mouse's neck.

With a squeak, the mouse stopped moving.

At this moment, Jin Tianlong was like a crazy beast. He opened his mouth to eat the flesh and blood of the rat, until his mouth was filled with blood.

After a while, he even ate all the fur of the mouse.

He had to continue from the beginning. He was lucky. Huge rats appeared in the death row from time to time. Plus, he had recovered some strength and was good at fluttering. No matter how cunning the rats were, most likely they would not escape from his grasp.

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There is no daylight in the prison, with only a few small round holes for breathing, from which a glimmer of light can shine through.

Based on the changes in light and darkness, Jin Tianlong counted the days and scratched the numbers vertically on the wall with his fingernails. Twelve days should have passed before and after.

By eating rat meat and sucking rat blood, he survived tenaciously, and became more energetic every day.

He may not be aware that the fresh blood of animals itself contains many trace elements and salts.

…

On the fifteenth day after entering death row, the light coming through the breathing hole was almost too weak. It must have been nightfall outside.

At this time, there was a creaking sound from the prison door.

The door was opened and two jailers came in.

"Big brother, why is it always the two of us who have to do this job of carrying the dead? It's so annoying!" said a voice.

"Say less. Who said that the two of us have nothing to rely on? If we don't do these jobs, who will?"

"This is also the case...Hey, big brother, who did this guy in the death row offend? The warden also gave special instructions. It's been half a month, and the corpses are probably smelly?!"

"Whoever he is, why do we care so much? Take him out and throw him in a mass grave, and that's it."
Chapter completed!