A family is missing

The next day, the butler came again.

The prince lay on his back on the couch and asked, "Did you find it?"

The butler replied: "No, I have searched for everything I can think of, and I have been asked several times. There is no progress."

After waiting for a long time, the prince turned over, and the sunlight shone on his face through the window, leaving his back to the housekeeper.

"How are people?"

"You... are still sober," the housekeeper hesitated, and then said, "The only reaction I had was to treat your eyes."

It was so long that the housekeeper thought that the prince had already fallen asleep under the warmth of the sun, so he heard: "Let's put it aside first, and then go and investigate that old widow."

Before receiving the news, the prince went around the dungeon.

There is only one person locked up in the dungeon.

The guard said that it was convenient for interrogation in the innermost room.

It is said that there are many instruments of torture in the innermost room.

One can imagine that although the butler is not a sinister and cruel person, he may not be so merciful.

The prince waved his hand at the guard and walked in by himself.

quietly.

The closer, the slower.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of iron chains struggling.

The prince stopped.

The sound of metal clattering was so icy cold that he came back to his senses.

Actually, I didn't know why I came to see the little mute.

Even if I saw him, I couldn't find the qiongtu.

I can't see what he wants to say.

Also... don't know how badly he was injured.

I am blind.

a blind man.

a dumb.

In those days, the two of them spent a peaceful and interesting life in peace.

You know when I want to drink tea and when I want to go for a walk.

I know that you are in a good mood or worried in the sound of your bell.

You know I call you, tease you, bully you, maybe just want to get close to you.

I know that you are willing to step into my trap, not afraid that I will hurt you.

Obviously tacit understanding and harmonious living together.

It's like living for many years.

Suddenly one day, the little mute left.

Then one day, I found out that everything was fake.

He took my most important things.

The prince no longer moved forward, but turned and left.

Little dumb, I don't care if you can cure a blind eye.

I just want you to give my things back.

The prince never stepped into the dungeon until the steward brought a reply.

"The news from Xishan Village has arrived, and nothing unusual has been found."

This result did not seem unexpected, but after the old woman appeared, the rhythm of the little mute seemed to be messed up.

There must be something they haven't found yet.

"Tell them not to come back and continue to check."

The butler tentatively asked, "Then over there..."

The prince pinched his frowning brows and said, "...you should go to the dungeon again."

This time the housekeeper came back quickly, "Qiu Sheng wants to see you."

The prince was practicing calligraphy, and the last stroke was rendered as a dot on the paper without the tip of the pen being picked up.

"Did he say where it was?"

"He only said he wanted to see you. He still didn't respond to anything else."

The prince put down the wolf pen in his hand, put the folded and discarded rice paper aside, and then dipped his pen and ink again, and said, "Tell him to return the celestial map, otherwise nothing will be discussed."

The prince was determined, but the housekeeper hesitated to speak.

Thinking of the little mute who sneaked in just to complete the task and take away the qiongtu, he naturally felt bad for the little mute.

But he had seen the big eyes of the little mute, and despite the dripping of sweat, he was still looking at him, and his eyes were full of words, let me see him, and I can heal his eyes.

Speaking of which, the little mute and the butler are just doing their own thing.The housekeeper hoped that the little mute would spit out sooner, but he couldn't help but think differently. If he fell into the opponent's hands, he might just keep silent.

The housekeeper didn't show mercy to the little mute, but he didn't take his anger out on him and punish him too much. After all, the prince and him only wanted to know the whereabouts of Qiong Tu, after all, they were not completely unfamiliar enemies that they had never wanted to get along with. .

But even so, in the case of the little mute, the interrogation has become even more difficult to endure.

"What else?"

The butler sighed and said, "No more."

The prince doesn't care about the housekeeper, he just writes on the paper, and he just says to do it.

But the housekeeper didn't see it. What fell on the paper was the "Heart Sutra".

The prince finally went to the dungeon.

He understood that the butler's hesitation meant that not only was this a dead end, but that the little mute might not last long.

Especially for a dumb person.

This time the prince didn't know if the little mute heard him coming.

Because he heard the sound of "cracking" and the sound of the iron chain struggling.

This is not the first time the prince has heard such a voice.He knew it was the sound of a whip hitting flesh, usually accompanied by pain.

The sound of the iron chain struggling is not unfamiliar.

It's just that there was no shouting, not even a muffled grunt.

The prince stopped next door, and heard the butler occasionally calmly questioning and inducing.

"No matter who you work for, as long as you cooperate, I can keep you safe forever."

"Tell me what you know, or you will never see the prince."

The little mute knew that if he told what he knew, he might not be able to see the prince, let alone heal his eyes.

The prince was afraid that he would have to kill him or expel him quickly.

He was afraid of jumping into my trap.

The little mute blinked.Sweat dripped from his hairline, slid across his browbones, and into his eyes, the salt spurring him to ooze more fluid.

But he can still persist, he knows that the prince will definitely come.

If you don't tell the whereabouts of Qiongtu, the prince will definitely come.

"Untie his hands."

The prince didn't have the heart to identify what caused each sound, and the muffled sound of the last heavy object hitting his heart hard, but he was still indifferent.

The butler drove the wheelchair towards the body curled up on the ground.

The shackles were still fastened to the stake, and the little mute was unable to support his body, so he could only kneel down on the ground, leaning forward with his entire upper body, touching the ground with his head.

These princes couldn't see it, even if he was standing in this cell.

"Have you thought about it? You know you won't last long."

The little mute's two hands were limply resting on both sides of his body since he was unshackled.

Hearing the butler's question, he encouraged him to stand up, leaned on the stake, and gestured slowly to the butler.

"I said, if you don't tell me what I want to know, you won't see the prince."

"Don't be so stubborn."

"Just a message, a location, a contact, whatever."

"..."

The prince listened to the steward talking intermittently for a while,

Suddenly, I realized what I was looking for.

bells.

Oh yes, when you run away, you don't bring the bell with you.

If you are not careful, you will be exposed.

No useful news at all.

The prince is going to leave.

At the moment when no one made a sound, the little mute seemed to hear something, and suddenly jumped forward.

The sound of chains came suddenly, but the prince did not stop.

Until he heard a shrill and hoarse growl.

Maybe not a growl.

A mute who has never made a sound by himself on weekdays.

But a strange sound was abruptly squeezed out.

Is it when life is squeezed, it will make this sound.

You don't need to look at him, just by the sound, you can feel the despair of this person.

"Hold him down!"

The butler didn't understand why the little mute went crazy, he was obviously exhausted just now.

Two people can hardly restrain his struggle.

Except for the sound just now, the little mute opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make any other sounds, he could only slap the ground hard with his only movable palm.

The little mute stared straight at the exit of the dungeon room, which was his hope.

He heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, until he saw the toe of the prince's shoe, he didn't let go of all his strength.

The little mute closed his eyes, thank God, he still came.