Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Lynch stayed in the courtyard with Qian Buhuan.

Lynch doesn't know much about the characters in this small world. He didn't speak to him, and sat back silently to sort out the official documents.

Qian Buchang's eyes shifted to Lynch, he knew Lynch.

Han Feng got hold of him, so he couldn't just sit still, but it's a pity that he couldn't get away from Wang Xuanzhen's side all the time, and at most he had two days off every month, so Qian Buhuan seized the little time to investigate Han Feng.

Han Feng's family is clean, it can be said that it is as clean as a piece of white paper, if Han Feng knows that he is the Queen Mother's person, then it is impossible for him to look so simple.

Qian Buhuan was horrified by Han Feng's way of whitewashing his background.

But fortunately, he found that Han Feng seemed to care about Mr. Lin Qilin very much.

"Master Lin." Qian Buhuan took the initiative to talk to him.

Lynch, who was buried in the official documents, looked up at him. That look was ordinary, but because it was so ordinary, it made Qian Buhuan feel his heart tremble.

Lynch showed a questioning expression.

Qian Buhuan said: "The Ministry of Punishment seems not very suitable for Mr. Lin."

Lynch smiled, "Where do I fit in?"

Qian Buchang said: "The Ministry of Household Affairs."

Lynch smiled and said, "You and Uncle Guo said the same thing." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and buried himself in the official documents again, as if he didn't take the words of money without exchange to heart.

This is a very contradictory person, soft yet firm, soft yet strong, so that the money does not change and he immediately thinks of another person. After thinking about it, he realizes that the way Lynch looked at him just now is very similar to that person.

When Qian Buhuan was immersed in shock, Han Feng came back and said to Qian Buhuan: "Guardian Qian, Uncle Guo is outside."

"Yes." Qian Buhuan restrained his expression, turned and left.

Lin Qi put down the official document in his hand, stood up and approached Han Feng, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter? What is Uncle Wang Guo here for?"

"It's nothing," Han Feng looked at Qian Buchang's back from the corner of his eye, "It's almost time, go to interrogate Zhang Fengxi."

Zhang Fengxi has never stopped being tortured since he joined the Ministry of Criminal Justice. From the first anger to the later patience and now the fear is only a few days.

He found that the two criminal officials in front of him were really trying to interrogate him with the mentality of 'kill him regardless'.

"Master Zhang," said the mild-looking Lord Lin again, "You embezzled military salaries and falsely testified to frame your subordinates. Both of these are well-documented. According to the law, this is a serious crime of confiscation and exile."

Zhang Fengxi's mouth was dripping with a mixture of blood foam and saliva, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was hung by chains so that he would not kneel down on the ground.

People are often more resilient than they think.

Zhang Fengxi still retains the last glimmer of hope.

If you keep the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood, and ransacking your home is better than killing your head. He is not from a high family background, and the big deal is just to start all over again. He still has hope...

"Do you think you still have hope?" Han Feng said heavily, "Someone will help you?"

Zhang Fengxi shivered, but Han Feng and Lin Qi stopped talking, turned around and walked out of the prison together.

After leaving the prison, Lynch's tense face relaxed, "Zhang Fengxi shouldn't be able to survive tonight, and he should pry his mouth open tomorrow."

The time is extremely long for Zhang Fengxi, especially in the dark and gloomy prison. The person has been released, lying on the wet ground, and the punishment he received for several days quietly emerges in the dark memory. Time did not make him feel relieved, but let him finally have time to relive those bone-biting pains.

The specious but meaningful words left by Han Feng made Zhang Fengxi indulge in terrifying fantasies even more.

Will he be given up?

Physical torture and spiritual fear intertwined in Zhang Fengxi's fragile mind, and past events, both good and bad, rushed to him at the same time.

He stared blankly at the small window on the top where the moonlight flowed.

The head hangs from the beam and the awl stabs the buttocks, Zeng Xiaochuang borrows the moonlight.

"Cough cough." Zhang Fengxi coughed up a little blood. He entered the Ministry of Criminal Justice for three days. It was noticed that someone had sneaked into the cell secretly.

"Woo——" A hemp rope locked his throat, Zhang Fengxi's eyes popped out, his hands desperately went up, his feet rubbed hard on the slippery and sticky ground, the torture for the past few days had exhausted his physical strength to the extreme, and he was exhausted. There is no strength to struggle at all.

There was a burst of colors in front of him, and Zhang Fengxi passed out under the intense dizziness, and the people behind him also let go.

Han Feng walked out of the prison, and said to the nervous Lin Qi with an ordinary expression: "He couldn't hold on any longer, and passed out after being strangled a few times."

"This method is despicable, but it's useful," Lin Qi rubbed the jade pendant in his palm. The weather was getting colder and winter was coming, and the warm jade in his palm was used as comfort, and he said to Han Feng, "Let's go back and recharge your batteries. I don’t know what kind of tough battle will be fought tomorrow.”

Han Feng nodded lightly, but said: "Go back and rest, I'll stay here, in case someone really comes to silence you, I'll take someone on guard."

"Then I won't leave either." Lynch sniffed lightly and said.

"You see that your complexion is not good." Han Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and shook Lynch's hand lightly, and said with lowered eyes, "Hands are so cold, go back, the prison is cold, I'm enough."

Han Feng's hand was really hot, Lin Qi was burned by his palm, and smiled, "It's okay, I'll accompany you."

Han Feng stretched out his hand again, and took Lin Qi's hand holding the jade. He held it and didn't let go. He stared at Lin Qi intently, "I don't feel at ease if you accompany me."

This move was a bit out of bounds, and Lynch couldn't help being stunned. Han Feng treated him well all the time, and even his eyes were restrained. Suddenly, it was like an invisible finger stabbing the window between each other. Lynch hurriedly pulled out the paper, and said in a low voice, "Then you stay, and I'll go."

Han Feng withdrew his hand and put his hands behind his back, "Be careful on the road."

Lynch turned and left, walked a few steps and then turned back, just like the day, Han Fengren was hidden in the shadows, and nodded slightly to him.

Lynch was really tired after eating and living in the Ministry of Justice for several days. He sat in the carriage with sore body and just wanted to go back and take a comfortable bath.

With his head resting on his forehead, the heat from Han Feng's hands seemed to remain on the back of his hand. Lynch smiled vaguely, feeling both sweet and sour in his heart. When will the distance between him and Han Feng have a chance to really get closer? Woolen cloth?He could see that Han Feng had scruples about him, and he really wanted to tell him that there was no need to alienate them at all, they were already in love with each other.

With the shaking of the carriage, Lynch was a little sleepy and closed his eyes half-closed. He still thought about the way Han Feng suddenly held his palm tightly. Could he finally be unable to restrain himself...

Wait, something seems wrong.

Han Feng has been patient since he was reborn, even taking medicine and giving needles, why can't he bear it all of a sudden?

His behavior was not so much out of control, but as if he was being forced to leave by such a move.

Lynch opened his eyes suddenly, "Turn around! Go back to the Ministry of Punishment!"

In the darkness, Zhang Fengxi woke up faintly, the stabbing pain in his neck was burning his throat like a raging fire, and it was like an invisible file cutting his throat from the inside out.

The feeling of escaping from the dead is something he will never forget.

Probably the man left in a hurry when he saw him fainted.

Zhang Fengxi took a breath, and involuntarily burst into tears, and the crying was extremely painful. Now there is no place on Zhang Fengxi that does not hurt, it is a purgatory on earth, but just like this, he now has strong doubts and wavering towards himself, Can he really survive this disaster?

The door was gently pushed open.

Zhang Fengxi, who was sobbing and crying with blood in his throat, turned over this time like a frightened bird. After recognizing the tall figure in the faint moonlight as Han Feng, he was immediately relieved. Pain-like hoarse voice: "Han... big... man... I... recruit..."

Han Feng approached slowly, looking down at the man struggling like an ant, with a faint smile on his face, "No need." He raised a thick hemp rope and strangled Zhang Fengxi's neck.

Zhang Fengxi almost jumped up in surprise.

He thought it was Yan Fuzhao who was worried that he would implicate him, so he secretly sent someone to silence him, but he never expected that it was Han Feng who wanted to get his confession.

Zhang Fengxi grabbed the hemp rope with both hands and struggled vigorously. He wanted to beg for mercy, to say that he was willing to write any confession, but he could no longer make a sound, and there was a roaring sound in his ears.

He... probably really was going to die.

Under the silvery moonlight, Han Feng's face was so cold that Lin Qi, who had gone and returned, was speechless for a moment. When Zhang Fengxi rolled his eyes and was about to fall, Lin Qi squeezed out his throat. Two words, "—stop!"

Han Feng suddenly turned his head, and when Taishi Han's gaze met Lin Qi's shocked face, he panicked for a moment, and he couldn't help but loosen his grip. The dying Zhang Fengxi fell heavily to the ground, twitching and unable to make a sound.

Lynch held on to the wall of the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice so as not to fall down.

This is the first time he has intuitively seen what a 100% blackening value is.

Shy Du Chengying

Calm Meng Hui

cruel li you

Cheerful Di Lan

They all have the so-called 100% blackening value, but they are all as described by the system-'blackening does not mean that he is a bad person'.

There has never been a person like Han Feng in front of him.

The moonlight was like a wall, separating the two of them in light and darkness, Han Feng's scarlet robe spread like blood, he was holding a hemp rope in his hand, and his jade-like face had a terrifying expression, like a Shura.

Han Feng was shocked to the extreme, he was completely frozen and could not move.

"Why?" Lynch asked softly.

Han Feng felt that the blood in his body had been frozen, he was exposed naked in front of Lynch, in a way that he had never thought of, but he calmed down in the extreme panic, "Standing behind Zhang Fengxi It is Yan Fuzhao."

Lynch said: "So what? Tomorrow, if you get a confession from him, you can sue Yan Fuzhao."

"No," Han Fengdao, "Yan Fuzhao's power is all over the court, and he can't be moved. Even with Zhang Fengxi's witness, he can't be hurt. Only when I assassinate Zhang Fengxi, the people under his wings will be shocked, afraid, and jealous of each other. The embankment collapsed in the ant nest, and it must collapse from within them to be effective."

Lin Qi understood what Han Feng meant.

Once Zhang Fengxi died, those in the know would suspect that it was Yan Fuzhao who killed his mouth. With his lips and teeth cold, his trust in the leader would collapse. Once the seeds of jealousy were planted, the seeds of doom would surely be born.

This move is precise enough, but also sinister enough.

It also completely violated the original intention of a law enforcement officer, overstepping the law, using lynching as a public tool, using human life as a bargaining chip, and using unscrupulous means to achieve the goal.

Lin Qi looked at Han Feng with complicated eyes.

Han Feng saw shock, sadness... and a lot of pity in his eyes.

Only there is no disgust and disappointment, not a trace.

Lin Qi lifted his feet and walked into the prison. Zhang Fengxi lying on the ground was still twitching and moaning. He raised his hand and pulled the hemp rope from Han Feng's palm, but Han Feng didn't move.

"He saw you?" Lynch asked softly.

Han Feng didn't trust anyone, so he had to do it himself. He came here with the intention of killing him, so naturally he didn't hesitate, and he didn't answer.

The next moment, Lynch tightened the hemp rope and bent over to wrap it around Zhang Fengxi's neck!

Han Feng shot like lightning, and immediately grabbed Lynch's arm, "What are you doing?!" The suddenly raised voice echoed in the cold prison.

"He saw you," Lynch lowered his head. He was wearing a green shirt, and he was as straight as a green bamboo, with a slightly trembling tone. "You can't keep him."

Han Feng had never regretted his decision for a moment, but at this moment, a flood of regret flooded him, and he had no time to think about it, "Let go, I'll do it!"

"Instead of letting me watch you turn a blind eye and pretend to be innocent," Lynch lowered his head with no expression on his gloomy face, and twisted the hemp rope on his palm suddenly, "how about I do it myself !"

At the same time, the mechanical voice in Lynch's mind sounded sharply—【Warning: The blackening value of the coordinator has increased. 】