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Little Fatso Lin Chen was extremely agitated at the moment, and did not think too much about how Lin Jin came in, as he sobbed unclearly, "Big Brother, Daddy was wrongly accused. Big Brother, you have to think of a way to save him!"

Lin Jin said: "Don't be in such a hurry, where is Eldest Uncle being locked up right now?"

"It's in the county police station. Bro, quickly think of a way. Daddy must have been wronged." Lin Chen took Lin Jin's clothes and started to wail, tears immediately gushing out like a fountain.

Originally, ever since Lin Zhenbang was captured, Lin Chen had been thinking of ways to get help from others. But in the past, when his close friends and relatives saw that something had happened to his family, they all hid far away and let Lin Chen touch the dust on their noses. He was a thirteen or fourteen year old child, what could he do? Furthermore, he knew how much Lin Jin resented his father. These two months, he had thought that the grievances with Lin Zhenbang would definitely be investigated, and he hadn't gone to find Lin Jin.

To the young him, being caught by Lin Zhenbang was definitely a bigger blow than having the sky collapse.

Therefore, now that Lin Jin had returned, although he was only three or four years older than Lin Chen, the incomparably despairing Lin Chen, as if he had found a backbone, vented out all of his grief at this moment.

Seeing Lin Chen's uncontrollable state of mind, Lin Jin knew that he was saddened to the extreme and had been comforting him the entire time. When his crying voice faded away, she patted his back and said, "Don't worry, I will save him. Have you eaten in the past two days?"

"No, I didn't eat it. I can't eat it!" Lin Chen sobbed, and was speechless.

Looking at the time, and seeing that it was almost three in the afternoon, Lin Jin knew that Lin Chen had always been the greediest. He would definitely not be able to take it if he did not eat for the past two days. Ye Zichen quickly took him to a restaurant to eat.

Afterwards, the two of them found a place by the river to sit down and thought of a way out.

Lin Jin was only a seventeen year old youth, although he knew a few people in the county, they all knew each other when he went to play with his friends's houses. If he asked them for help, the treatment he would receive would probably not be much better than Lin Chen's.

But before he was clear as to whether his uncle was truly guilty, he was unwilling to seek Talking about the Old Man for help.

Seeing that Lin Jin was deep in thought, Lin Chen did not dare to disturb him and just sat to the side in silence. Although the river was still clear and the breeze was blowing, he felt that the whole world was under a lot of pressure.

After sitting for a while, Lin Jin suddenly stood up, "Xiao Chen, I'm going to the prison to see your father. You haven't had a good rest these few days, so you should go back and sleep first! "

Lin Chen had visited the prison a few times these few days, but every time he went to the prison, the guards would see that he was still young, so they impatiently chased him aside. I won't let him in.

Although Lin Chen really wanted to see his father, he was extremely timid. When he saw the spear-wielding guard glaring at him, he was afraid that he would not make it in time. He didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing that his brother was about to go visit the prison, Lin Chen felt a glimmer of hope and hurriedly stood up. "I want to go with you!"

Seeing Lin Chen's resolute expression, Lin Jin knew that he could not convince him, and could only nod his head.

The county prison was located in the outskirts of the city, five miles north of the city. It was called "Bright Prison". Lin Jin had a good classmate who stayed nearby during junior high school and had been there a few times.

Not long later, Lin Jin and Yue Yang arrived at the "Light Prison".

At this moment, two young gatekeepers were guarding the door. Seeing Lin Jin and Yue Yang approaching, one of the guards shouted to them: "What are you doing?!"

When Lin Chen heard his voice, his body shivered and he immediately hid behind Lin Jin.

Sensing his brother's fear, Lin Jin said calmly: "I'm here to visit!"

The guard sized him up and said in a muffled voice, "Do you have an entry permit?"

Lin Jin had never been to this place before, he did not expect to need a certificate to enter or leave the prison, so he could only shake his head. But the guard seemed to be new. It made sense.

He pointed to a small house at the side and said, "If you're visiting, please take your ID card to the office over there to go through the procedures!"

"Oh!" I heard you asked for ID. Lin Jin's face could not help but turn black.

Because his ID card had been stolen from the train, there was no time to repair it. Helplessly, he could only bring Lin Chen back.

Seeing his ugly expression, Lin Chen asked curiously: "Big brother, why don't you go and complete the procedures?"

"I didn't bring my ID card!" Lin Jin said helplessly.

"Then are we unable to enter?" Little Fatso's heart sank, and his eyes turned red again.

"Un, let's go back and think of a solution!" Lin Jin had no choice but to follow Lin Chen back to his home after taking a look at the terrain of the prison.

Even though walking back and forth for ten miles wasn't a long distance, to Lin Chen, the little fatty who only ate once every two days, it was still a long distance. After returning home, he cried for a while and before long, he fell asleep on his bed …

When he thought about the scene of his Eldest Uncle getting beaten up, Lin Jin didn't know whether he should call the Talking about the Old Man to help. He picked up the phone and put it down, seemingly hesitating to call.

In a place like Hu Shan, bureaucracy was extremely serious. Basically, every place had its own local power, maybe the backer of a small official was a big shot in the province. He was afraid that his big uncle had offended some powerful person, bringing the Talking about the Old Man in to harm him.

After all, the Talking about the Old Man was an underworld power. For the current China, this kind of power was better off not seeing the light of day.

If only he could pass through walls like the Teacher Wu, who knows how he managed to do it! Looking at the wall, Lin Jin was deep in thought.

But after looking for a while, for some reason, Lin Jin suddenly felt that the wall had become thinner, and he could see a bit of snow-white light. At first, he did not notice this, but after a while, the light became stronger, and the wall became thinner and thinner like a layer of fog.

Suddenly, Lin Jin felt a light in his mind. A large oval hole had actually appeared on the wall.

In that large hole, he saw the green mountains across the river, verdant and bright.

Lin Jin stared at the big hole in shock.

Walking to the opposite wall, Lin Jin reached his hand into the big hole. His hand stretched out without any resistance, and he even felt the wind blowing outside.

The moment his cultivation level increased, the innate technique would appear. Could it be? This was the Wall Piercing Technique? Withdrawing his arm, Lin Jin was shocked to the point that his mind was in a mess.

Without waiting for him to understand, the scenery outside slowly dimmed and turned back into a snow-white wall.

However, there were many things in this world that science could not explain to begin with. As a person who did not care about science, Lin Jin believed that existence was reasonable, so he did not think about the principles behind these abilities.

Moreover, he knew that this sacred art would slowly appear in his body, so he wasn't as shocked as an ordinary person would be.

But what shocked him was … Why would such a sacred art appear in his body for no reason when his cultivation base was not high enough? Surprised, Lin Jin thought for a long time but still couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

However, there was no point in thinking about it now. What was important was the function of this sacred art.

When he thought about how he could use this kind of sacred art to get through prisons, Lin Jin couldn't help but feel excited.

But how did this divine ability appear? Seems so. Just then, he seemed to be thinking about Teacher Wu's Wall Piercing Technique, and the wall started to thicken.

Thinking about it here, Lin Jin immediately followed his train of thought, and imagined the wall becoming thinner. When his mind calmed down.

As expected, the light once again shone through, and because Lin Jin was focused on thinking about it this time, the speed at which the walls thinned was at least twice as fast as last time.

Seeing this scene reappear in front of him once again, although Lin Jin was mentally prepared for it, he still couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised.

However, after trying it out a few times, Lin Jin suddenly remembered that if he wanted to go to prison to find his uncle, this divine ability alone was not enough. At least. When Wu Song brought him out, none of the guards saw them.

Which is to say, if he wanted to successfully enter, he would need at least the invisibility. Otherwise, he had to have the ability to affect the minds of others, making the guards think that he was one of them.

He suddenly thought of a story. It was about the Second World War, about the great master of psychic arts, Wolf Mason, who claimed to be the world's weirdest man, being imprisoned on charges of "heresy" against the Red Army. Stalin did not believe he had psychic arts at all.

He intended to expose his lies. He was ordered to withdraw a hundred thousand rubles from a financial institution in Moscow within three days.

That bank is heavily guarded. There were a lot of guards, but Mason walked in right in front of them.

None of the guards stopped him, and Mason handed a piece of paper to the cashier, who, as if possessed, handed him a pile of one hundred thousand rubles. Stalin lost and decided to try again, to let Mason escape from prison and meet him.

The prison was heavily guarded, guarded by bold guards everywhere, and the Kremlin, where Stalin lived, was provided with extra guards. But before Stalin had a chance to give the order, Mason appeared before him.

It turned out that when he had broken into the Kremlin, he had used his mind to change the minds of the guards to make Mason the head of the Soviet secret police, Dzerzhinsky.

It seems that there are also many experts in foreign countries who understand divine abilities!

Lin Jin suddenly thought, could this sacred art be created by willpower? As long as one's will was strong to a certain degree, it could affect matter and the thoughts of others?

Then, wouldn't it mean that he would become invisible if he thought that no one else could see him?

Thinking of that, Lin Jin immediately tried to use such thoughts as "I am invisible" and "I am invisible" to think. After a while, he looked at the huge mirror in the living room and found that he was no longer there.

Lin Jin's heart was overjoyed. He immediately maintained this state and walked to Lin Chen's room, then forcefully slapped his butt.

"Who?" Receiving the sudden blow, Lin Chen's body bounced, and he suddenly turned around, looking around, and even touched his head.

It was obvious that he did not see Lin Jin.

Lin Chen was so tired that he thought that Lin Jin hitting him was just an illusion. He mumbled a few sentences and went back to sleep.

"It's a success!" Back in the living room, Lin Jin started to practice the two abilities seriously.

Waiting until night, Lin Jin pulled Lin Chen up to eat a midnight snack. After he slept soundly, he went out alone at around one in the morning and walked towards the prison.