Ministry of Justice.
After concluding the interrogation of the prisoner, Cui Yun stepped out of the interrogation room.
It was mealtime already, and outside, Jiang Zhao was chatting with the Chief Clerk.
The food Jiang Zhao ate was prepared within the Ministry, by a cook who was advanced in years and heavy-handed with salt; it was truly sickeningly salty.
A lot of people needed to be fed, all from the same big iron pot, producing dishes that were utterly unremarkable and rather unappetizing.
But not eating was not an option, and he wasn't picky either. He filled his bowl with rice to the brim.
"I heard you took a few newcomers and the forensic doctor to inspect a couple of corpses." The Chief Clerk asked.
"Yeah, their heads severed from their bodies, brains splattered everywhere, even maggots had grown, longer than my fingers. Disgustingly ghastly," Jiang Zhao said casually.
