C3

A fishy cold wind blew, freezing the body and the heart. A large fat rat squeaked in the dark cell, making everything seem ridiculous and helpless.

Lin Qing lay powerlessly in the dark cell, her flesh and blood mangled, like a dead dog. Her eyes were unfocused as she looked at the unlit ceiling.

Lin Qing thought back to yesterday when he had been beaten into submission, and his consciousness had already become muddled. In his dazed state, Lin Qing could still see the county magistrate's ferocious eyes and the sympathetic eyes of Zhang Hai.

She still remembered when she was about to faint, Lin Qing heard the county magistrate's emotionless words: "Convicted Lin Qing, you committed a heinous crime, the evidence is conclusive, and I will execute you after autumn."

Looking at the only window in the cell that had sunlight shining through, Lin Qing's mind was in a whirl. Remembering the events of the past two days, she suddenly felt as if she was in a dream. An unexpected calamity was probably the best way to describe it.

"However, if you want my life, I, Lin Qing, will absolutely not allow you to live, let alone an ant!" Lin Qing clenched her fist, her eyes turning colder and colder as her fighting spirit rose.

However, when Lin Qing turned her gaze towards the cell, her originally high-spirited spirit was like a hammer that was smashed into pieces. Such an environment and such a situation made her helpless and helpless.

"That's right, I am just a poor scholar. My talent is not good, my strength is not good, and I have no background. In the face of the strong strength of the government, what can I do, and how can I resist? This is probably the tragedy of the world …" Lin Qing's eyes lost focus as she muttered to herself.

A wisp of cold wind blew across Lin Qing's forehead. Lin Qing rubbed her eyes and cheeks, as if there was rain falling. She gently wiped it away with her hand and licked it. It was a bit astringent, a bit salty.

"Tap, tap, tap." The sound of footsteps interrupted Lin Qing's imagination. A jailer with a scar on his face walked over with a lunchbox. He looked at Lin Qing who was still lying on the ground and couldn't help but look at her with disdain.

He impatiently threw in the food in his hand. "Pah pah!" The sound woke Lin Qing up, causing her to focus on the prison warden.

"Please take care, this boy has something he wants to ask you." Seeing that the jailer was in a hurry to leave, Lin Qing immediately struggled to stand up and shouted to the jailer to stop him.

He stopped walking and looked at Lin Qing with a hint of impatience. He said with disgust, "If you have something to say, then say it. If you have to fart, then say it. Where is laozi?"

Despite the jailer's appearance, Lin Qing did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. With a shy face, she said, "Big brother bailiff, I wonder how my case is progressing?" With that said, Lin Qing could not help but look at the jailer with a troubled expression, as if she was anticipating something.

"Autumn has come," the jailer said coldly. He glanced at Lin Qing with a hint of excitement in his eyes before leaving without the slightest hesitation.

As the prison warden left, Lin Qing looked at the dark and deep tunnel of the cell in confusion as she spoke in a venomous tone, "Autumn's question and question and answer, what crime have I committed? I don't know why, but I want to die."

"I can't accept this. I, Lin Qing, definitely can't accept this. Heaven never bars one's path. There will definitely be a chance, there will definitely be a chance!" Lin Qing clenched her fists. Her nails had sunk deep into her flesh, but Lin Qing didn't seem to notice at all.

Even though she said this, Lin Qing didn't know what to do. She didn't have a backer, wasn't a talented warrior, nor did she have a name. She was just a poor scholar, and she had no strength to tie a chicken, so how could she escape from this heavily guarded prison.

"I'm innocent? I can't accept this! "How could I, Lin Qing, have the virtue to treat me like this?!" Lin Qing unwillingly roared, as though by doing so, she could vent the fear in her heart.

"Shut up! Do you still want me to sleep?" An explosive shout interrupted Lin Qing's catharsis. It was a prisoner nearby who spoke out impatiently.

She was already depressed to have been captured for no reason and sentenced to execution after autumn for no reason. Now that she had been interrupted while she was venting her anger, Lin Qing was in a very bad mood.

"Scram!" Lin Qing coldly yelled, his roar seemingly carrying a murderous aura.

After Lin Qing said "Scram," the nearby prisoners seemed to have thought of something and actually stopped talking.

Through the bars, Lin Qing could see that the prisoner in the cell was a tall and sturdy man with bulging muscles. Looking at his eyes, a glimmer could be seen. He was clearly not a simple person.

Lin Qing definitely knew what kind of person she was, and she definitely did not believe that the person in front of her had not scolded her because she was afraid of her. In such a situation, Lin Qing did not have the slightest consciousness to bother with this question, and Lin Qing's mind was filled with thoughts of how to escape, how to avoid the autumn wind by asking questions, and then finding out the reason why she was captured, and then deciding who was the culprit?

There was no cold wind, only the gloom of the environment, damp and cold. From the time she had been awoken yesterday, caught by Zhang Hai, arrested by the county magistrate, and then for no reason asked by the magistrate, she had been beaten twenty times and thrown into the prison, where she had been sentenced to be executed after autumn. During this time, Lin Qing had not drunk a single drop of water.

Seeing the guard casually throwing the rice over, Lin Qing's lips moved. In the end, she couldn't hold back her hunger as she reached out to pick up the bowl of rice.

There was a sour taste in the rice. It must have been left over from a long time ago. Ye Zichen frowned. Finally, he could no longer endure the hunger in his stomach as he pinched his nose and ate the rice.

Once she died, there would be nothing left. As long as she was alive, she would one day be punished by the person who framed her. As Lin Qing pinched her nose and ate, she bitterly swallowed the sour rice, clenched her fists, and swore fiercely in her heart.

As time passed, the setting sun shone through the window and into the cell, seemingly sweeping away the cold.

"Who would set me up? Why is Xue Wei's jade pendant in my house? Why is the police so sure that I'm the murderer? Who is the culprit behind this?" Watching the beautiful sunset, Lin Qing thought back to the scene where she woke up yesterday. She couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.

The setting sun had completely set, and the entire cell had lost all light, becoming pitch black. In such a dark night, Lin Qing's eyes were growing brighter and brighter.