This story chronicles Old Zeng, a man who loves inventing. He wakes up one day to find himself in Prison No. 79, a place teeming with villains and governed by a completely different set of rules. T...
"Oh, this is... this is..." The middle-aged man stopped and saw the body parts, his old face turned pale with horror.
"Brother Zeng, Sister Qianyi, Xiaoqi, are you there?" The middle-aged man kept calling out in panic.
He was now very panicked and wanted to go into the house to find the whereabouts of his relatives, but his steps were too heavy to move.
Scratching his forehead, Zeng Qi was confused as he leaned on his crutch. His godfather appeared at this time, and he didn't know how to respond.
"Forget it! Just pretend I didn't hear it." The young man walked towards the basement with his crutches.
The upstairs had become a hell, with body parts hanging all over the walls and the stench and blood filling the air.
Only those who have experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood can remain calm. Ordinary people would be scared to death.
When the basement was reopened, the lights came on and Zeng Qi appeared in front of the kidnapping duo with a smile.
"Sorry for the long wait, you two."
Maybe there was blood on the soles of their feet, and the two men smelled it, and their expressions changed drastically.
"You...the one who came..." The kidnapping duo was a little choked.
Zeng Qi squatted down and said calmly, "They felt that their sins were grave, so they all committed suicide."
All commit suicide?
Oh, I don’t believe you!
The kidnapping duo stopped talking. It felt boring. There was no point in talking to this kid.
"Come on, call the person behind you and say whatever you want."
Zeng Qi threw the phone in front of one of them and didn't plan to hide it anymore.
Prison No. 79.
The group of people led by Commons were stunned!
It is absolutely right to be struck by lightning.
What do we see?
My titanium dog eyes are blinded, what do we see?
Zeng Mishan, who was yelling for his son to live, was also confused. This is my son???
One person knocked down all the personnel involved, and all that came out of the headsets were wailing, shock, and cries for help.
They saw the aftermath of the final explosion in the real-time monitoring, and the body parts in the room were eye-catching, like hell.
Hehe…hehehe…Zeng Mishan was the first to react. He burst out laughing because he recognized the explosion.
Isn't that the mercury fulminate I invented? Good boy, worthy of being my son, he actually learned to arm himself.
"You, how did your son do it?" Commons suppressed his shock. He turned around and stared at Zeng Mishan, trying to find out something.
"I suddenly want to make poison!"
Zeng Mishan was very happy. He looked around and found a group of prison guards with their mouths wide open.
The group stared at the screen as if they had seen a ghost.
It turns out you will be surprised too!
Suddenly, being in jail wasn't so boring after all.
Zeng Mishan was surprisingly happy at this moment. My son is still the same son, outstanding beyond ordinary people.
Tremble! You bandits! My son will not let you go.
He raised his eyebrows, and all the gloom in Zeng Mishan's heart disappeared at this moment...