Three Days Left

When Chen Zhao woke up, he found himself lying on death row in the Demon Suppression Prison. In three days, he will be taken to the demon-slaying platform. Crime? There is no need to exist. Evidence? No. But he doesn't care. What he cares about is that his childhood sweetheart Zhao Jingqi disappeared half a month ago. Until that day, Gu Bei, the head of the Jinghai Inspectorate, stood outside the iron fence and said to him: "You have two choices now. First, wait for death. Go to the demon-slaying platform in three days." "Second, follow me. One hundred and fifty thousand taels of tax money are missing, and we have five days to solve the case. You help me, and I'll keep you alive." Chen Zhao smiled: "Why are you looking for me?" "Because there are signs of burglary at the scene." Gu Bei stared at him, "No one can understand it except you." Chen Zhao's pupils shrank. Burglary? After the death of the master, he was the only successor of the stealing sect. Who is using the door tag? Who is blaming him? "Okay." He said, "I agree." But what he didn't tell Gu Bei was that he saw Xiao Zhao's handwriting at the scene of the tax bank case. That's not framing the blame. That was an inning. A shocking conspiracy against Chen Zhao and the entire Jinghai. And Xiao Zhao is the key player in that game.