County Prison.
Passing through the dark and damp second floor.
Pushing open the door to the third floor.
The incoming scent was even more unpleasant.
As if it was the well-marinated herring can, which made Jiang Ning's head feel dizzy.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that having overly developed senses wasn't always a good thing.
The more developed the sense of smell, the more apparent the stench became.
One person took out a fire stick to light the oil lamp on the wall, and the dim light slightly illuminated the third floor of the county prison.
In sight, it was dark and damp, with puddles and rotten substances on the uneven floor.
There are only four cells on both sides.
Compared to the second floor, the third floor of the county prison seemed smaller.
...
"Commander Jiang, this is the cleanest cell on the third floor, do you think it'll work?"
One person opened an unlocked cell door next to him and asked.
"Sure!" Jiang Ning nodded.
