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Chapter 49: Hidden Poison

  Chapter 49: Insidious Poison

  "Because he also knows secrets that others don't... I get it! Because this is his trump card, so he can't possibly tell ordinary people." Ming Er's eyes lit up.

  Guo Jia took over the topic.

  The traitor was just a small fry, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up as a prison guard. So there's no way the person could have told him about the situation, now that he's been exposed and locked up. He knows his circumstances, he wants to survive and be rescued. Just then, a big shot who can talk arrived, and was even deliberately locked up! He was thrilled, excited, and to curry favor with the big shot, he spilled everything. He believed in the big shot's promise that when someone came to rescue him, they would also take him along. Then the big shot sent out a signal through the traitor, and the rescue and silencing operation began.

  "It's really stupid, even the protective talisman is gone, of course, you will be silenced." Ming Er said with restraint.

  "The eve of dawn is the most dangerous. People often relax their vigilance or become complacent when they think they are about to succeed, and ultimately suffer a setback. Although everyone understands this principle, not everyone can put it into practice." Guo Jia stroked the little maid's head as he lectured, but of course, Guo Jia was not educating for the sake of education, but rather showing off while educating.

  Some miscellaneous things encountered in past lives, casually spoken out are all life maxims.

  But then, tomorrow little servant girl's eyes sparkled again.

  "As for who the traitor is, it's naturally most suspicious that the prison guard who arranged the cell. Saying this, Guo Jia couldn't help but furrow his brow, 'However, this is somewhat strange.'"

  "What's wrong?" Ming Er asked, raising his head.

  "In fact, as long as it can be inferred that the person came for espionage purposes, then the prison guard who arranged the cell would already be suspicious. However, previously there was no mention of any casualties or escapes among the guards from Xun Yu, and just now when Xun Yu went to catch someone, it indirectly proved this point." Guo Jia stroked his chin, "Could it be that the skill is high and the courage is great? It has to be admitted that Xun Yu initially didn't think there would be a traitor because no one was afraid of punishment and hiding."

  "Isn't it because of trust?" Ming Er couldn't help but ask.

  Guo Jia shook his head and smiled.

  "Xun Yu has just taken office this year, how can he establish such deep trust with his subordinates so quickly? And it's still with a prison guard who may not have seen him before?"

  As they were speaking, Xun Yu returned with a preoccupied look on his face and a dark expression.

  Guo Jia's eyelid twitched and he hastily asked:

  "Run or die?"

  "He's dead." Xun Yu said in a low voice.

  "Suicide? That's not right. Murdered? Then they could have done it back then." Guo Jia knocked on his head, "Wait a minute, poisoning?!"

  "Although the autopsy is not yet complete, I think it's likely that there are no external injuries on the body, it's really too sinister!" Xun Yu couldn't help but say, "In fact, although I said I don't believe in internal traitors, all the prison guards have been secretly monitored by my people. If anyone tries to escape or someone wants to silence them, we can discover it immediately."

  As expected of Xun Yu, who is meticulous in his thinking, he really doesn't leak a single word.

  "Has anyone who was watching discovered anything?" Guo Jia couldn't help but ask.

  Xun Yu shook his head.

  Guo Jia narrowed his eyes,

  "In other words, poison was administered early on?"

  "That's right," said Xun Yu. "Now the course of events can almost be inferred. It was this jailer who arranged for that person to be imprisoned, and it was also he who brought the anesthetic into the prison, knocking out everyone including himself. Then someone outside entered the prison, killed one person and rescued another, and also secretly gave the unconscious jailer a dose of poison. The poison didn't take effect until they were discovered, rescued, awakened, and taken home, at which point it suddenly took hold and he died."

  "Why didn't you just kill him on the spot? Wouldn't that have been much more convenient?" Ming'er couldn't help but ask.

  "It's not ruled out that the reason is human nature, as the saying goes 'the rabbit dies and the fox grieves', it's likely that the prison guard would worry about being silenced too. So he might have left some means to try and save his own life. When he wakes up and finds himself still alive, those things will definitely be destroyed immediately. However, I think it's more likely that we're being misled again. After all, Wen Ruo has dispatched all the manpower that should be used to chase down the escaped convict to monitor his own people instead. If that person had been silenced at the time, there wouldn't have been such actions." Guo Jia speculated.

  "What a formidable opponent!" Xun Yu sighed and asked, "Feng Xiao, you said it was that person?"

  "It must be him. Gambling? Ha ha, that old scar was clearly made by holding a pen. Plus, his identity can't be simple, this thing must have been planned by him." Guo Jia said with a cold smile, jokingly, all of his guesses at the time were correct, but he was actually fooled by that person's one-sided words and so-called evidence. "How is it? Is there a clue about that person's identity?" Guo Jia asked unintentionally.

  "No, all identities are fake. That's why I haven't mentioned the name." Xun Yu shook his head, "And now it's hard to find a painter to draw a portrait just based on memory."

  "Let's just forget about the portrait, I think it's completely useless." Guo Jia couldn't help but comment, he sometimes really admired those officials and soldiers who could catch fugitives based on portraits, of course, he even more admired those fugitives who looked exactly like their portraits...

  "Ah, now that I think about it, I was calculated from head to toe." Xun Yu suddenly shook his head and sighed.

  "Oh?" Guo Jia's heart skipped a beat, "You're saying that you've decided to put him in prison?"

  In ancient times, the prison cell was not only limited in space, but also provided food and shelter, especially for those who did not need to labor. As a result, minor offenders like this one would generally not be directly imprisoned. If the person's body was not too weak, Xun Yu estimated that he would have been beaten with a few boards as punishment, rather than being detained.

  "He first understood my temperament and knew that I wouldn't use corporal punishment on someone as weak as him, especially since he had voluntarily confessed. Then he was clear about the standards by which I judged cases, so instead of choosing to steal, he chose to rob. Even then, he prepared other charges in reserve, just in case, to make sure I could put him behind bars." Xun Yu explained.

  "Are you overestimating him?" Guo Jia couldn't help but say, how could this clever Guo Jia understand it, can others be so formidable?

  "Never underestimate anyone, whether friend or foe." Xun Yu said with certainty.

  Suddenly thought of what Xun Yu said at the beginning, will that person take revenge on Guo Jia after he goes out? After all, now it seems that his identity is not simple. Guo Jia hurriedly asked:

  "By the way, I've been meaning to ask, what kind of person was the deceased?"

  "This is a secret, but tell Xun Yu that you should be fine." Xun Yu whispered in Guo Jia's ear, "The one who died was from the General's mansion."

  "What a great general He Jin is!" Guo Jia was shocked, and then quickly ruled out the possibilities in his mind. First of all, that person was obviously not some minor figure, but Xun Yu didn't recognize him, so he shouldn't be from the capital city, therefore it's unlikely that he had much to do with the Ten Eunuchs. Then, could it be an underground force? Now that Zhang Jue is dead and the Yellow Turbans have no more tricks up their sleeves, even if there were any remnants left, they wouldn't have the energy to stir up trouble in the capital.

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