Song Zhi not blaming him made Old Qiao feel even more guilty.
Old Qiao grabbed Song Zhi's hand and said, "Song Zhi, I know you're a good person, so you don't blame me. But I'm really sorry that you've been in prison for so long."
"Don't say that …"
"How about this? When I get out, I'll treat you to sweet wine every day."
Ugh!
Song Zhi had never liked sweet food.
He would get tired of it if he ate too much and he would want more.
Therefore, he really could not accept this kindness. Old Qiao was a man of his word. When the time came, he would definitely send him bowls of sweet wine every day.
Song Zhi quickly said, "No need, no need."
"No need, no need."
The two of them pushed each other away. The jailer was speechless. He pulled the two of them apart and said, "That's enough. Do you think this is a teahouse? You're still trying to chat with me. This is a prison cell, a place where prisoners are kept. "
He reminded them.
Old Qiao quickly shrank to the side.
Song Zhi also took a few steps to the side.
The jailer patted Song Zhi. "Alright, hurry up and leave. Don't stay here."
"Thank you, Brother Constable."
"You should thank God. You're lucky that God didn't let you die."
"But I don't believe in such things."
"Alright, alright. Don't talk so much nonsense. Hurry up and get out."
The jailer pushed him out.
Then, he locked Old Qiao inside.
Old Qiao sighed and accepted his fate.
The jailer said to him, "Stay here obediently. Sir has ordered that you will be locked up here for seven days. After that, you will be flogged thirty times before you can leave."
Old Qiao asked pitifully, "Then … can I not be flogged?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"If you don't want to be flogged, then go to the guillotine," the jailer said mercilessly.
Old Qiao trembled and immediately walked to the innermost part of the cell. He said, "Forget it. I'd rather be flogged."
With that said, he sat down on the straw, not at all like Zhang Xiaobai.
Thus, the jailer urged Song Zhi, who had already come out of the cell. "Let's go, Young Master Song. It's better if you don't come here in the future."
"Big Brother Constable, can you give me a little more time?" Song Zhi asked softly.
"What do you want?"
"I'd like to speak with Young Master Zhang."
The jailer glanced at Zhang Xiaobai, who was holding the wooden stake and looking at Song Zhi eagerly. After some thought, he agreed and said, "Then hurry up."
"Thank you, Big Brother Officer." Song Zhi walked in front of Zhang Xiaobai and said to him, "Young Master Zhang, I'll be going out first. Remember to eat well in prison. You didn't eat lunch or lunch today, so don't starve. Your health is the most important, and the prison is very humid, so it's easy to catch a cold. Oh right, you have to remember that
Drink more water. It's good for your throat. After all, you're a singer. If there's a problem with your voice, it'll be a big problem. "
He instructed them one by one.
Zhang Xiaobai listened, but he still looked at him with a resentful expression.
Song Zhi continued, "Young Master Zhang, don't worry. If you didn't kill anyone, nothing will happen to you."
"Go away."
"Young Master Zhang …"
"It's all your fault. If it wasn't for you, so many things wouldn't have happened and I wouldn't have been locked up. You're really a troublemaker." Zhang Xiaobai was so angry that he wanted to break through the wooden stake in front of him and beat Song Zhi up.
Song Zhi also felt very guilty. He lowered his eyes and said, "I'm really sorry. When I get out, I'll definitely think of a way to save you."
Oh!
Zhang Xiaobai's eyes immediately lit up as he said, "That's what you said. You must think of a way."
"I, Song Zhi, am a man of my word. I definitely won't lie to you." Thus, Zhang Xiaobai acted as if he had seen a relative. He tightly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Alright, then I'll wait for you to save me. Although I hate you, we've been cellmates for a day. We'll share weal and woe together. After you get out, you must give me a hand.
I don't want to die yet, and I don't want to stay in this prison.
"Alright." Song Zhi agreed with certainty. Actually, Song Zhi knew very well that although Zhang Xiaobai was the biggest suspect right now, after spending a day together, he felt that Zhang Xiaobai was a rather interesting person. He had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Furthermore, he didn't have any bad intentions and spoke straightforwardly. He didn't have any ulterior motives at all.
Whether it was his actions or his words, they all carried a sense of foolishness!
It was impossible for such a person to kill anyone!
Not to mention that he was a person who loved cleanliness very much. Whenever his hands were stained with a bit of dirt, he would shout for a long time. It was impossible for him to endure this sort of cleanliness to kill someone and even pull out the skin and flesh of the corpse.
Therefore, Song Zhi believed him.
He believed that he didn't kill anyone!
After Song Zhi left the cell, Zhang Xiaobai looked at him reluctantly.
After being locked up together for a day, they had more or less developed some feelings for each other.
Old Qiao sat opposite him, looked at the reluctant Zhang Xiaobai, and asked, "Young Master Zhang, could it be that you really killed Young Master Wang?"
When Zhang Xiaobai heard this, he immediately became angry, "If I, Zhang Xiaobai, were to really kill someone, the first person I would kill would be you, old fellow."
"Why are you so angry?"
"Meddling in other people's business, just wait to be beaten."
"If I'm beaten, so be it. I'll accept it. After all, I harmed Song Zhi."
"Humph!" Zhang Xiaobai no longer paid attention to him.
He sat back in his original position.
He really wasn't used to changing his cellmate.
Furthermore, Old Qiao wasn't as pleasing to the eye as Song Zhi.
Zhang Xiaobai really missed this day.
He also missed Song Zhi a little.
Thinking of this, he looked up at the window above his head and muttered, "Brother Song, oh Brother Song, you must come and save me! My life, is in your hands. "
He patted his thigh.
He placed all his hopes on Song Zhi.
… ….
When Song Zhi came out of the prison, it was already very dark.
He stood outside the prison for a long time …
Looking at the road in front of him, he felt very confused.
He didn't know what to do?
How could he save Zhang Xiaobai?
How could he clear his name?
When the prison guard saw him standing there for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Song, could it be that you can't bear to leave?"
He immediately came back to his senses and said, "No, I'm thinking about something."
"You're already fine. Hurry up and leave."
"Leave? Go where? "
"Go wherever you want. What does it have to do with me? Anyway, don't block the door. "
"Oh!" He answered and then left.
The two prison guards at the door were dumbfounded!
One of them scratched his head and said to the other, "Do you think that Young Master Song is sick?"
"What's wrong?"
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