Chapter 170 The Secret in the Incinerator, This is My Territory
In the cold corner of the prison playground, several newly transferred prisoners gathered together silently, with heavy expressions on their faces, working in groups of two and two. Lifting up the two bodies on the ground.
The corpse was so pale that there was almost no trace of blood, with white foam hanging from the corners of its mouth, and its hair standing on end as if struck by electricity, which looked extremely terrifying.
Wang Jiao struggled to put his hands through the armpits of the corpse and slowly and carefully lifted it up.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat, which stimulated his sense of smell and made his stomach churn, almost making him vomit.
Chen Ya stood opposite Wang Jiao, holding the corpse's feet tightly with both hands.
The two carried the body and followed a prison guard, walking heavily towards the crematorium inside the prison.
While moving the corpse silently, Chen Ya scanned the layout of the corridor with her peripheral vision, calculating the distance of the corridor in her mind through steps that seemed to have been measured, and clearly noted down every step. position and angle of the monitoring probe.
It’s not to escape from prison, it’s just out of habit. Whenever you go to a strange environment, you will first build a three-dimensional image of the current building in your mind.
"Iris recognition passed, please enter!"
Above the white metal door, the overlooking surveillance camera aimed at the prison guard's face and scanned it for a moment. After confirming that the identity was correct, the metal door slowly slid open, making a low buzzing sound.
As soon as the door opened, a wave of heat rushed towards me along with the smell of sulfur. The doors of several electric incinerators were open and had been started in advance to preheat and burn.
The prison guard turned around and ordered in a calm tone: "Hurry up and throw him in quickly."
Wang Jiao and Chen Ya did not answer, they just cooperated silently, using force from left to right, Prepare to throw the body into the incinerator fire.
Suddenly, Wang Jiao's movements became stiff, his hands seemed to have suddenly lost strength, and he let go of the body. With this relaxation, the head of the corpse hit the ground hard, making a dull sound.
The prison guard's expression changed slightly, and he immediately pulled out the electric baton from his waist, with an evil tone in his voice: "What's going on?"
Wang Jiao was frightened by this sudden turn of events, and his voice trembled. He was talking, almost screaming: "His shoulder moved just now, he. He's still alive?!"
Chen Ya's face was expressionless, and his hands were still firmly grasping the ankles of the "corpse" .
The prison guard frowned, but the vigilance in his eyes faded. He smiled inexplicably and asked: "You can't burn if you are alive. No one has stipulated this, right?"
Wang Jiao's face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead. He was obviously frightened by the scene in front of him.
The prison guard glanced at his watch and said with unmistakable urging in his tone: "Hurry up, I have already filled out the death report and the incinerator has been preheated. I can't let all this go to waste."
However, Wang Jiao still stood there, his eyes empty, as if he was trapped in some kind of unextricable panic.
Chen Ya glanced at the death report form in the hands of the prison guard. It briefly recorded the cause of the two deaths - a fight that caused each other's death. There was also the forensic doctor's autopsy signature below: Qin Liang.
The prison guard's patience began to wear away. He frowned and the electric baton switch in his hand was frequently turned, making a "click-click" sound.
Under Wang Jiao’s terrified gaze with constricted pupils, the prison guard’s electric baton was raised high, and then he suddenly stabbed the “corpse” on the ground.
The electric light flickered in the air for a few seconds, and with the final convulsions of the "corpse", it completely turned into a charred corpse.
The air was filled with an increasingly strong burnt smell, stimulating the olfactory nerves of everyone present.
"That's it now." The prison guard withdrew his electric baton and said with a fierce expression, "Or do you plan to let me move it?"
Wang Jiao almost thought he had been electrocuted to death. He shuddered immediately, bit his lips quickly, and lifted the body. Chen Ya grabbed the corpse's ankles again. He let go the moment the prison guard poked the electric baton. "This prison guard is a bit impatient and sloppy in his work." Chen Ya silently wrote down the prison guard's appearance in a small notebook.
The corpse was swallowed up by the incinerator, and the hatch of the incinerator was quickly closed. The action was mechanical and cold, like a bloody maw that mercilessly devoured it into its belly.
"Okay, let's go." The prison guard led the prisoners out of the incineration room again.
Chen Ya's ears twitched slightly, as if they had caught some kind of subtle sound.
He turned his head sharply and looked through the closed door of the incinerator, with an elusive strangeness flashing in his eyes.
He asked softly: "Don't we need to collect the ashes?"
The prison guard's answer was calm and indifferent, as if he was describing an insignificant matter:
"No need. They did not buy urns from the prison before they died."
"Besides, the incinerator After the work is completed, the remains will be Then they will be flushed into the connected sewer pipes, washed away together with your excrement, and eventually merged into the septic tank downstream. It is very convenient, but it is not so troublesome."
Chen Ya looked at the prison guard, The latter's indifferent expression made him feel that the prison guard was not lying.
However, he had a different calculation in his mind: "It seems that the prison guard was indeed kept in the dark."
He sneered in his heart and thought to himself, "The echo coming from the incinerator just now, the body clearly fell into a deep and dry place. It is definitely not a sewer pipe."
Chen Ya is here Thinking: "There is a secret hidden behind the incineration room. Is this the purpose of [upline] secretly gathering my team to this prison?"
Yes.
Although Chen Ya and Feng Mu have not met face to face, and he does not even know who the [online] is, Chen Ya has already gone through logical deductions and determined that it must be the [secret online] sent to them by the organization. , and collectively transferred them from their latent spot in Prison No. 4 to Prison No. 2.
Chen Ya has not been idle all day today, and has been silently observing and collecting information about Prison No. 4.
Of course, due to the limited scope of his actions, his observation focus was mainly on Area A of Ward No. 1. During this day's careful observation, he could almost conclude that [online] was unlikely to be hiding in Area A.
"It's really strange!" Chen Ya was a little confused, "We have quietly transferred here, why hasn't the [online] shown up to contact us yet? Is it because he lacks trust in us, or is he too cautious? ! ”
“Bring these newcomers here.” The voice from the prison guard’s intercom interrupted Chen Ya’s thinking.
The prison guard immediately obeyed the order and led them through the cold corridors and finally arrived at the office of the warden.
In the office, four armed prison guards were guarding the four corners respectively, and the atmosphere was tense and depressing.
Chang Wei sat on the large office chair, his eyes as sharp as a falcon, looking at the new prisoners walking in one by one, with a ferocious smile on his lips.
“Welcome to join our big family in Area A,”
His voice carried a hint of cold joking,
“I would like to briefly introduce myself. It’s the prison chief here, Chang Wei. In other words, from now on, the prison area where you guys live is my territory.”
(End of Chapter)