Chapter 230 Are you laughing at me, or are you afraid of me?
Tian Tao stood in the bathroom, staring at the gauze-wrapped face in the mirror, with flames burning in his eyes.
Crash-
Suddenly, the sound of the toilet flushing came from the cubicle.
While adjusting the belt around his waist, the prison guard on duty casually glanced at Tian Tao in front of the mirror.
As soon as his eyes made contact, he immediately lowered his head. He cautiously said hello, and then quickly left the bathroom.
Tian Tao still stood silently in front of the mirror, with a faint blush seeping under the layer of white gauze. His cheek muscles twitched from time to time. Although the pain caused was severe, it was far less than the humiliation deep in his heart. Just in case.
“He doesn’t dare to look at me?”
“Why doesn’t he dare to look at me?”
“Is he afraid of me?”
"Still..."
Tian Tao's heart was pierced by countless needles, and every breath he took felt like he was enduring horrific torture.
His short but strong body was trembling uncontrollably. His hands tightly grasped the cold edge of the sink, his fingers turning livid from excessive exertion.
In the past, he was the captain who was as fierce as a calf. Although he was short in stature, he was a giant in spirit.
He is very sure that all the prisoners and prison guards in the prison area under his jurisdiction look at him with awe
But today, in the afternoon, when he was thrown to the ground by Wang Cong, biting his cheek like a mad dog, howling in fear, and then his face was wrapped in gauze, Tian Tao felt that everyone in the prison area was looking at him His eyes became strange.
“Although they all have calm expressions and still greet me respectfully, do they think I can’t see the contempt hidden in their eyes?”
“They are laughing. Me! !”
Tian Tao’s teeth were gritted as he slowly walked out of the bathroom. He looked up at the red-lighted electronic eyes above his head, as if he could see Zhang Zhang hiding in the surveillance camera. A gloating, mocking face behind the screen.
Tian Tao suddenly turned his head and stared at the cell next to him. The cell was next to the door. A prisoner who was feeling sleepy suddenly opened his eyes as if he felt something.
In a daze, he saw a terrifying white head without facial features on the square iron window on the door, only revealing a pair of gloomy and terrifying eyes staring at him.
His body wrapped in the quilt shivered with fright, and he almost screamed, thinking he had hit a ghost.
After reacting, he suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, realizing that it was just a face covered with gauze.
“He is laughing at me?!”
“Even the prisoners dare to laugh at me??”
Tian Tao watched the prisoner cover his mouth to hide his laughter, and steam came out of his head. He took out the key from his pocket, opened the cell door, and stepped in.
Soon.
The screams echoed in the cell, awakening the prisoners on the bunks.
They looked at Tian Tao in horror, waving his fists wildly like a madman, and hitting the inmate in the face again and again.
This time, Tian Tao did not use an electric baton, but chose to use his fists to feel the softness of flesh and blood. Under his fist, the flesh gradually sunk in and the skin turned outward, presenting a heart-stopping sight. Tian Tao seemed to be enjoying the pleasure brought by this power, and his bones seemed to become hard again.
"Are you afraid of me?" Tian Tao asked angrily.
“Ah, you are afraid of me!”
His roar was full of madness and ferocity. The white gauze was dyed scarlet, and it was impossible to distinguish the face of the prisoner. The blood, or the black blood oozing from the wounds torn by Tian Tao's own laughter, formed a horrifying and chaotic picture.
The prisoner never had time to answer Tian Tao's questions until he died, but his sunken face seemed to have given Tian Tao the answer he wanted.
He let go of the corpse on the ground and looked at the trembling prisoners standing in a row against the wall, and suddenly felt that everything felt right again.
He stepped out of the cell door refreshed, with his bloody "head" raised high. He glanced at the electronic eye above his head, then squinted at the patrolling prison guard in the distance, and laughed a few times. Walked back to the duty room.
The prisoners in the cell lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look directly at his leaving back.
In the corridor, the patrolling prison guards also subconsciously avoided the gaze cast by Tian Tao.
At this moment, the red light of the electronic eye above the head seemed to pause for a moment, and the number of frames in the surveillance screen suddenly dropped a lot.
At this unnoticed moment, a blurry shadow appeared in the corridor, and a blurry mosaic appeared on the surveillance screen.
This shadow was like a fleeting ghost, following Tian Tao silently and entering the door of the duty room together.
Tian Tao sat back on the bed. He picked up the quilt and wiped the remaining blood on his hands randomly.
Then he took out his cell phone and called Chang Wei again.
——The number you dialed has been turned off, please call again later.
The mechanical female voice on the other end of the phone made Tian Tao frown, and he hung up the phone impatiently.
He glanced at the call records, which showed that he had made more than a dozen calls to Chang Wei since the afternoon, but the call was never connected.
After thinking about it, Tian Tao lowered his head and clicked on the text message interface, and pressed the virtual keyboard to start editing the content of the text message:
District Chief Chang, something unexpected happened, Wang Cong betrayed us, Feng Mu He is not dead, please hurry...
Click, click, click, the sound of keyboard tapping suddenly stopped, and Tian Tao's fingertips froze in the air.
His heart skipped a beat, and he was horrified to find that one, two, and two half-overlapping faces were vaguely reflected on the phone screen that glowed with cold blue light.
One is a red face covered with gauze, and the other is...
"Is there another person besides me in the room?!!"
This idea exploded in Tian Tao's mind. His whole body stiffened and he slowly raised his neck. What appeared in front of him was a slightly feminine and neutral face, with a pair of expressionless eyes looking at each other coldly. .
That face seemed familiar. He had only seen it in the afternoon. At that time, "he" was lying quietly on the cold ground of the incineration room, mixed with the mutilated corpses.
Tian Tao's heart tightened suddenly and almost stopped beating. His voice had an unconcealable tremor: "Chen Ya?"
His eyes were so wide that they almost jumped out of their sockets, staring at the familiar face in front of him, and then at the other person. He was still wearing a close-fitting prison uniform. After confirming that he had identified the wrong person, he suddenly felt a chill rising from his back like an electric current and spreading to his whole body in an instant.
If he had to describe his ghostly fear at this time, it would probably be like the horror of the prisoner just now when he saw himself wrapped in gauze through the bars?
Chen Ya ignored Tian Tao's panic. He stretched out his hand and gently pinched the mobile phone in Tian Tao's hand with two fingers. He gently lifted it up and glanced at the content of the text message, which was intriguing:
“Are you sure you want to send this message as your last words, um, to another dead person?”
(End of this chapter)