In the foul-smelling prison cell, cockroaches and rats could be seen everywhere. The cell's environment was very poor, with damp straw covering the floor. At this moment, the carriage driver lay motionless on the ground, his clothes in tatters, looking like a man covered in blood.
Long Yi stepped forward, bent over, and turned him over to check. He saw a dagger embedded in the man's chest, the blade completely buried in his body, leaving only the hilt exposed. Perhaps because the weapon hadn't been removed, there wasn't much blood.
He reached out to feel the man's chest and discovered there was still faint breathing.
Long Yi turned his head, somewhat displeased, and said to the guard, "He's not dead yet, how can you say he's dead?"
The guard looked bewildered. No way, he had checked last night, and this person was clearly dead. How could Guard Long say he wasn't?
"Guard Long, no way, I already checked. The prisoner was indeed dead last night."
