"All his files are here," said the warden.
I read page after page carefully and found that Fan Chongyi has behaved well since he was imprisoned, with almost no bad deeds. During this period, he also performed two meritorious deeds and received a commutation of his sentence.
According to common sense, he should not escape from prison, but he happened to escape silently under circumstances that no one expected. To this day, no one knows how he escaped from prison.
Regarding the record of Fan Chongyi's escape from prison, there is only a sentence he left on the wall before leaving, which roughly means: He had something very important to do and must leave the prison. He also specifically apologized to the prison guards and prison warden who supervised him.
I said solemnly: "According to the records in the file, he escaped from the prison after the lights were turned off. No matter how he climbed out of the prison yard and climbed out of the wall, he had to pass through four prison doors in a row just to get out of the cell. , during this period, no one noticed?"
The warden shook his head and said: "It is true that no one noticed it. At that time, some prison guards said: Unless Fan Chongyi knows the magic of walking through walls, there is no way he could be lost from under our noses!"
I pondered for a moment before saying, "Take me to his room to have a look!"
I walked around the prison and became more and more certain that Fan Chongyi was the leader of Tianshakou.
Regardless of how he got out of the cell, the prison's five-meter-high wall with barbed wire barriers would have been difficult for an ordinary soldier to climb without the aid of tools, let alone a weak scholar? However, if Fan Chongyi really has the ability to shrink into an inch as a leader, it will be a different matter.
I asked Li Xiaomao to go to the cell and look again, and then I said to the warden: "Does Fan Chongyi have a good relationship with anyone? You can find him. I have something to ask?"
The warden gave a few instructions and then said to me: "The only one who has the best relationship with Fan Chongyi is Lao Diao. He is the most educated among all the prisoners except Fan Chongyi. Only the two of them have something in common."
The warden continued: "The two of them often sit in the cell and chat. We also asked the prisoners with the same number what they talked about. The prisoner said: they couldn't understand the dynasties and cultures they talked about. I beat them several times because of this. They just couldn't change their habit of chatting, and would secretly chat in a low voice when they weren't allowed to talk."
I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows: "What crime did Lao Diao commit? How many years was he sentenced? Show me his file."
The warden replied: "Manslaughter, betrayal and life sentence. I entered the prison on the same day as Fan Chongyi, and they have been locked up in the same cell. Both of them are educated, and some cultural activities in the prison are also given to them, so , the two of them have a pretty good relationship.”
"After Fan Chongyi escaped from prison, we also investigated Lao Diao and found that he was not involved in Fan Chongyi's escape, so we did not interrogate him again."
The warden suddenly remembered something: "I heard that when Fan Chongyi was sentenced to life, there was no plan to send him to Gobi Prison. He took the initiative to serve his sentence here. He said that he could do research without The place is closer.”
I frowned slightly and said, "Has anyone visited them since they were imprisoned?"
The warden said: "Our place is too remote, and there is only one train a week. Family members of prisoners rarely come to visit the prison. No one has visited Fan Chongyi since he was imprisoned, but Lao Diao's son can come a few times a year. He brought some food with him.”
The warden seemed to have remembered something: "Before Fan Chongyi escaped from prison, Lao Diao's disciple's son came quite frequently, only once in a month or two."
While the warden was talking, the prison guard had already brought in a middle-aged prisoner. After the prisoner came in, he sat on the chair obediently: "Sir. Okay."
The warden said with a serious expression: "Now the superiors are here to investigate Fan Chongyi's escape from prison. If they ask you something, you answer truthfully, do you understand?"
"I know, I know!" Lao Diao nodded and said, "Sir, do you have any cigarettes?"
Asking prison guards for cigarettes is a common practice when prisoners are being interrogated. If they are not given cigarettes, they will say nothing. Because cigarettes are the real hard currency in prison.
I casually took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and threw it over: "Take it!"
"Thank you, thank you, sir." Old Diao hid the cigarette deftly, and you could tell from his actions that he was an old man.
I stood up and walked around the other person. Suddenly I pinched the other person's mouth, opened my ghost eyes and looked into his mouth.
Lao Diao struggled a few times at first, but when he saw the blood flowing in my eyes, he immediately calmed down.
I reached out and pushed Lao Diao forward: "Ye Xun, take him to the toilet and take off his pants and take a good look."
The veins on Ye Xun's forehead suddenly popped up, but in this situation, he couldn't give up, so he had to stride up, pick up Lao Diao and run away.
"Don't... don't... two officers, two officers, if you have something to say, you have something to say." Lao Diao immediately begged for mercy: "I can recruit anything, you can ask whatever you want."
"Pull back!" I asked Ye Xun to throw Lao Diao on the chair again: "Tell me! Which school do you belong to?"
Lao Diao pretended to be confused: "Sir, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
I made a gesture: "What about this time? Still don't understand?"
That's the gesture Tao Yu taught me, and it's a code word used by the Wugui Sect to identify fellow disciples. Except for a few people in the Wugui Sect, no one knows each other, but they have a special set of code words to communicate with their fellow sects.
Lao Diao stared and asked, "Sir, what are you doing? Why can't I understand?"
I pulled out the Magnum and slapped it on the table: "Can you understand this thing?"
I didn't wait for the other party's reaction and raised my ID again: "Do you understand this ID? I want to kill you. There is no need for a trial. I can just do it."
Lao Diao shook his head violently: "You, you..."
I took Lao Diao's information from the warden and slowly looked through it and said, "Before you were imprisoned, you were an employee of the Dunhuang Cultural Relics Bureau, a tomb robber, and you also obtained a legal identity. It's not easy!"
Lao Diaoqiang argued: "Sir, you can't accuse me unjustly. When did I commit tomb robbery? You unjustly accused me to death."
I said coldly: "Not only did you rob the tomb, but you also went to the tomb yourself. Don't you know where the tomb robber died?"
In order to keep the funerary objects fresh, or to hide some small jade objects and treasures, tomb robbers usually stuff those things into their mouths or anus when leaving the tomb. Therefore, tomb robbers basically died of throat disease or intestinal disease in the end. In the language of Jianghu people, this is called paying off debts. In fact, it is caused by bacteria on the underworld entering the human body.
I pointed to my throat: "I just looked at your throat. Your throat has started to get sick, right? You have taken medicine recently."
Lao Diao refused to admit that he was a tomb robber: "Sir, what you said is wrong. I have a chronic throat problem. If you can really tell that I have a throat problem, I will have to apply for medical parole!" "
I sneered and said, "You know very well that you cannot apply for parole. Because modern instruments cannot detect what disease you have. When the disease breaks out, it will be too late for you to apply for parole for medical treatment."
There is no cure for the throat disease of tomb robbers. According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, it is caused by evil spirits entering the body. People in the world are said to be haunted by the ghosts in the tombs, and those who are haunted by the ghosts in the tombs have no choice but to die.
Lao Diao is very aware of his current situation, otherwise, for a veteran like him, he would have applied for medical parole long ago.
Lao Diao simply stopped talking, but I said with great interest: "Are you waiting for Fan Chongyi to come to save you? Let me tell you the truth, I came to you because I met Fan Chongyi in Tianshakou."
I said the three words Tianshakou, and Lao Diao's body suddenly trembled. However, he immediately regained his composure: "Sir, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand Tianshakou?"
I said calmly: "Fan Chongyi is no longer a human being. He has become a statue made of iron. Moreover, the statue can move. He destroyed Tianshakou, but we snatched a few iron plates from Fan Chongyi..."
As I spoke, I threw the photo of the iron plate in front of Lao Diao. The latter's eyes suddenly widened a bit, and he soon pretended to be confused again: "Sir, what are you talking about?"
I smiled lightly and said, "Since you don't know anything, just think I was wrong. Send him back and arrange a separate room for him."
There was no single room in the prison, so Lao Diao was thrown directly into the solitary cell. Ye Xun and I have been watching Lao Diao's every move through the surveillance camera.
Not long after Lao Diao entered the solitary room, he took out a piece of cotton wick from his clothes button, rubbed it vigorously with his shoe a few times, and then blew on the cotton wick. The cotton wick soon lit up with fire.
No open flames were allowed in the prison, and prisoners were not allowed to smoke in the past. Prisoners used cotton wicks and laundry, or mixed potassium permanganate to make a match. When they wanted to smoke, they rubbed it hard on a dry place a few times and blew on it twice. Can light cigarettes.
Today's prisons have set up smoking areas equipped with electronic cigarette lighters, allowing prisoners to smoke regularly. However, some prisoners still used cotton wicks to make fire and quietly lit cigarettes. Lao Diao is obviously a veteran among them, and his movements are very skillful.
Lao Diao smoked one cigarette after another until the pack of cigarettes was gone. Then he rummaged on the ground for a longer cigarette butt and put it into his mouth. He bit open the cigarette paper and chewed the shredded tobacco inside. He waited until it was almost chewed before swallowing it.
I hugged my shoulders and sneered: "You said you're not a tomb robber, but not everyone has the ability to see in the dark."
"Is this old boy hiding so deep?" The warden's face suddenly turned livid. There was no light in the solitary room, but Lao Diao could accurately pick up the cigarette butts, which shows that his eyesight is much higher than that of ordinary people. In terms of eyesight, his cultivation level cannot be inferior to mine and Ye Xun's.