Chapter 170 The Secret in the Incinerator, This is My Territory
In a gloomy corner of the prison playground, several newly transferred prisoners gathered together silently. Their expressions were heavy. They worked in pairs, struggling to lift the two bodies on the ground.
The corpse's face was so pale that there was almost no trace of blood. There was white foam hanging from the corners of its mouth, and its hair stood up as if it had been hit by an electric current. It looked extremely terrifying.
Wang Jiao struggled to put his hands through the corpse's armpits and slowly and carefully lifted it up.
The air was filled with the aroma 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 men carried the body and followed a prison guard, walking with heavy steps towards the crematorium inside the prison.
While Chen Ya was silently moving the bodies, he scanned the layout of the corridor with his peripheral vision. He calculated the distance of the corridor in his mind by taking steps as if they had been measured, and clearly noted the location and angle of each surveillance camera.
It's not for the purpose of escaping prison, it's purely out of habit. Whenever I arrive in an unfamiliar environment, I will first construct a three-dimensional image of the current building in my mind.
"Iris recognition passed, please enter!"
Above the white metal door, the surveillance camera scanned the prison guard's face for a moment. After confirming his identity, the metal door slowly slid open, making a low humming sound.
As soon as the door opened, a wave of heat accompanied by the smell of sulfur rushed towards us. The doors of several electric incinerators were open and had been started in advance for preheating and burning.
The prison guard turned around and said calmly, "Hurry up and throw him in."
Wang Jiao and Chen Ya did not answer, but cooperated silently, exerting force left and right, preparing to throw the corpse into the sea of fire in the incinerator.
Suddenly, Wang Jiao's movements became stiff, and his hands seemed to lose strength and loosened their grip on the corpse. As he relaxed, the corpse's head hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.
The guard's expression changed slightly, and he immediately pulled out the electric baton from his waist, saying unkindly, "What's going on?"
Wang Jiao was so frightened by this sudden change that his voice trembled and he almost screamed: "His shoulder just moved. He... He's still alive?!!"
Chen Ya had a blank expression on his face, his hands 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 someone alive. No one has stipulated this, right?"
Wang Jiao's face was as pale as paper, with cold sweat on his forehead. He was obviously frightened by the scene before him.
The prison guard glanced at his watch and said in an unquestionable tone of urgency: "Hurry up, I have filled out the death report and preheated the incinerator. We 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 panic that he couldn't extricate himself from.
Chen Ya glanced at the death report in the prison guard's hand. It simply recorded the cause of death of the two people - fighting to death, and below it was the forensic autopsy signature: Qin Liang.
The prison guard's patience began to wear thin. His brows were furrowed and the switch of the electric baton in his hand was rubbed frequently, making a "click-click" sound.
As Wang Jiao watched with terrified eyes and constricted pupils, the prison guard raised the electric baton high and then suddenly poked it at the "corpse" on the ground.
The electric light flickered in the air for a few seconds, and with the final spasm 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.
"Is that all right now?" The prison guard retracted his electric baton, his face fierce, "Or do you want me to move it?"
Wang Jiao almost thought he was electrocuted to death. He shuddered and bit his lips quickly. He moved the body. Chen Ya grabbed the ankles of the body again. He let go the moment the prison guard poked the electric baton.
"This prison guard is a bit impatient and careless in his work." Chen Ya silently wrote down the appearance of the prison guard in his small notebook.
The corpse was swallowed up by the incinerator, and the hatch of the incinerator closed quickly. The movement was mechanical and cold, like a bloody mouth ruthlessly swallowing it into its belly.
"Okay, let's go." The prison guard led the prisoners out of the incinerator again.
Chen Ya's ears trembled slightly, as if he had caught some subtle sound.
He turned his head suddenly, his eyes penetrating the tightly closed door of the incinerator, and an elusive strangeness flashed 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 narrating an insignificant matter:
"No need. They didn't buy urns from the prison when they were alive."
"Besides, after the incinerator finishes its work, the remains will be directly flushed into the connected sewer pipes, along with your excrement, and eventually flow into the septic tank downstream. It's very convenient, so why bother with so much trouble?"
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 idea in mind: "It seems that this prison guard was indeed kept in the dark."
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He sneered inwardly and thought to himself, "From the echo from the incinerator just now, it's clear that the body fell into a deep and dry place. There's no way that place is a sewer pipe."
Chen Ya was thinking: "There is a secret behind the incinerator. Could this be the purpose of [Online] secretly gathering my team in this prison?"
Yes.
Although Chen Ya and Feng Mu had never met before, and he didn't even know who his "superior" was, Chen Ya had already concluded through logical deduction that it must be the "secret superior" sent by the organization to transfer them collectively from their hiding place in Prison No. 4 to Prison No. 2.
Chen Ya has been busy all day, quietly observing and collecting intelligence about Prison No. 4.
Of course, due to the limited range of his actions, his observation focus was mainly on Area A of Ward 1. In his careful observations on this day, he could almost conclude that it was unlikely that [Online] was hiding in Area A.
"How strange!" Chen Ya was a little confused. "We have quietly moved here, why hasn't [Online] shown up to meet us yet? Does he lack trust in us, or is he too cautious?!"
"Bring these newcomers over here." The voice from the prison guard's intercom interrupted Chen Ya's thoughts.
The prison guard immediately obeyed the order and led them through the cold corridors until they finally arrived at the warden's office.
Inside the office, four armed prison guards were guarding four corners, and the atmosphere was tense and depressing.
Chang Wei sat in a large office chair, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's. He looked at the new prisoners who came in one by one, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Welcome to join our big family in District A,"
His voice was filled with a hint of cold mockery.
"Let me introduce myself briefly. I am Chang Wei, the warden of the prison. In other words, from now on, the prison area where you are staying is my territory."
(End of this chapter)
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