In the 21st century, even prisons, despite the lack of freedom, are kept clean. This is primarily due to human rights concerns, and secondly, to the need for civilized hygiene. In fact, maintaining good hygiene isn't a bad thing. It reduces the incidence of illness among prisoners, thus reducing the burden on the government. When prisoners fall ill, they still have to seek medical attention, which is a waste of money.
On the other side, Zhu Xinbing, who had accompanied her in, said with a smile: "Miss An, this is just a place to hold prisoners..."
"improve!"
"But……"
"Do you think you have to operate in this atmosphere every time you come to question the prisoners?"
An Tingyu's sharp words made Zhu Xinbing break out in a cold sweat and immediately replied, "Yes, yes, it's my fault for being stupid. I'll fix it right away. I'll have someone clean it up right away. There won't be a trace of contamination left."
"Well, go do your work! I want to interrogate Tang Liuzhao alone."
"this……"
"Hmm? Any questions?" An Tingyu glanced at him with a cold look. Zhu Xinbing quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, I just thought that Miss An might need my help."
"No!"
"...Yes! Then I'll take my leave!"
After Zhu Xinbing left, An Tingyu walked into the innermost cell, where Tang Liuzhao was temporarily imprisoned, and then said to Dang Yan, "Don't let anyone get close."
"yes!"
On the other side, Zhu Xinbing glanced back in confusion as he walked out of the cell door. At this moment, the yamen runner beside him also asked in confusion: "Master Zhu, do you think this Miss An is strange? This cell is already filthy, what is she picky about? Besides, if she really wants to question the prisoner, she can ask in the yamen! She can just bring the prisoner out. Why make such a fuss and even want to improve the cell? It's really absurd."
Zhu Xinbing frowned slightly. "Who knows what she's up to? Anyway, be careful!"
"Yes, I understand."
…
Arriving in front of Tang Liuzhao's cell, An Tingyu leaned against the cell railing and said leisurely: "Master Tang, it seems that you are really good at doing things on a daily basis. Look at this heavy-duty cell. Apart from you, there is no one else. Should I say it's gratifying rather than sad?"
"What are you doing here? Don't you have evidence? What else do you want to ask?" Tang Liuzhao was wearing prisoner's clothes and sitting on a broken and old wooden bed. He glanced at An Tingyu lightly, then looked away coldly.
An Tingyu didn't answer the question. She just stared at the bowl of rice in the cell and said, "Why don't you eat? Although the environment here is a bit poor, people are made of iron and food is steel. Even a death row inmate should eat a full meal before going on the road. Why make things difficult for yourself? Besides, your case is not closed yet!"
"It's not tied, but I'm afraid I'll eat it in one gulp, and then I'll really have to tie it."
An Tingyu was stunned, then looked at him, "What do you mean? Are you doubting..."
An Tingyu didn't finish her words. She just took out a silver needle from her arms and inserted it into the bowl of rice. When she took it out again, she was shocked.
"It's actually poisonous?"
The silver needle turned dark black, indicating that the food was mixed with a deadly poison. However, An Tingyu did not dare to conclude whether this was a trick played by Tang Liuzhao himself or someone really wanted to murder him. Because the person in front of her was reported by the villagers, he might be pretending in front of her, and the poison might have been put there by himself in order to clear his suspicion.
"It seems I was right not to eat it."
"You might not starve to death if you don't eat for a day or two, but this can't go on, right?" An Tingyu had a blank expression on her face, as if she was narrating something, but also seemed to be testing what he would say next.
If the poison was put there by someone else, then Tang Liuzhao would definitely not eat it. But if he put it there himself, then he would definitely change his course. After all, he would not really starve himself to death. But the problem is that there is a 50% chance that it was put there by someone else. If so, and she knew about it, she couldn't just say she knew nothing, so she wanted to hear how he answered.
"I'm just a suspect now, not a condemned criminal. A few account books have put me in jail, accusing me of exploiting the people. Miss An won't just ignore it, right?"
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