Chapter 293 Who is the toy and who is the puppet?
The surveillance camera slowly turned and its eyes slowly focused on the nearest puppet.
The twisted puppet's limbs were all broken, with fractures shaped like twists. The white bones pierced the flesh and were exposed from the torn fabric of the clothes. With a dripping sound, the red paint slowly flowed onto the ground.
The doll was held high by a sturdy arm, facing the camera, just like an older child at home showing off his new toy to his parents on the other end of the camera.
The expression on the puppet's face is extremely lifelike, and it shows true to life fear, especially when it is pulled, it will make a sharp scream similar to a "screaming chicken".
The sound travels through the air, echoing throughout the room, and then, as if contagious, more "screaming chickens" respond.
But the older children, who were wearing the same uniform and got their clothes wet and dirty, seemed to love the sound effects of the "screaming chicken".
Every time screams sounded, their laughter became louder. Through the surveillance camera, the parents who were peeking at the screen could feel the refreshing relief that the older children's unbridled laughter brought about.
But the pressure will not disappear out of thin air, it will only shift from one side to another.
Different from the laughter and joy under the surveillance, there was deathly silence on the other side of the screen, as if even the air was frozen, and the temperature in the room was so low that people's faces turned blue.
Qian Huan stared at the monitor, while the prison guard next to him carefully adjusted the focus and aimed the screen precisely at the neck of the puppet.
As the camera zooms in, you can see a rope hanging around the doll's neck, with a blood-stained badge strung on the rope, on which the doll's factory number and name are clearly written.
No.: 9q20073 Name: Wang Fei
The manufacturer's design is really good, and they even gave each doll a name. But the strange thing is that the parents who bought the dolls seem to be very dissatisfied with the realism.
Strange, what went wrong?
Oh, so they are not puppets, they are...
Qian Huan turned his head suddenly, staring at Zhao Xing with eyes as sharp as knives, and said in a low and cold voice: "Didn't you promise me solemnly that there would be no mistakes in the death row? What did you promise me at that time? Didn't you say that those death row prisoners were like puppets, tightly bound and unable to move at all?"
Zhao Xing's face was as pale as paper. He didn't dare to look directly at the prison warden's murderous eyes. He just lowered his head and said in a heavy voice:
"Yes, warden, it is indeed extremely difficult for them to move even a little bit on weekdays."
Zhao Xing paused for a moment and continued to explain: "Warden, you must believe me. Our death row area usually has the strictest control over death row prisoners in the entire prison."
"I know very well that these death row inmates have committed serious crimes outside and are extremely dangerous."
"So, from the first day these death row prisoners were locked up in the prison area I managed, they were all half-submerged in a water dungeon, with their hands and feet tied with electrified iron chains. They couldn't move around on a daily basis, and even had to stand in the pool to pee and poop."
"Even for feeding, I was not allowed to untie their chains. The guards had to carry buckets and feed them one by one. The food was mixed with anesthetics. They basically slept in their own feces and urine every day. They were worse than puppets."
"Later, with the nutritious meals prepared by Shengguang Pharmaceutical for our Second Prison, the prisoners in the death row woke up more often. However, they were still chained, but they changed from unconscious puppets to half-dead puppets..."
Qian Huan knew that what Zhao Xing said was the truth. He had visited the death row before, and the air there was indeed filled with a strong smell of air freshener all year round.
Even though Zhao Xing lowered his head to speak, he could still smell the unusually fresh breath coming out of the other person's mouth. That unique, fresh smell had already penetrated into his lungs.
Many people from other prison blocks have also proposed many times to set up a separate VIP area in the cafeteria for the prison guards in the death row to eat. The entire Second Prison unanimously believes that the prison guards in the death row deserve this special treatment.
The VIP restaurant is still working on the design, but looking at the dire situation, perhaps they can save on that expense.
Qian Huan interrupted Zhao Xing's explanation coldly and asked harshly:
"Don't tell me this useless nonsense. I just want to know what the current situation is. Why have the prison guards under you become toys of those puppets you mentioned?"
Zhao Xing was speechless, his head lowered even lower, almost buried in his chest, his voice trembling, stammering: "The management of the death row has always been stable, and there has never been any mistakes.
The only difference is that the [last-in-last-out system] has been implemented in the past two weeks, and the number of death row inmates drowning has increased several times compared to before, and the pool is clearer than before..."
Qian Huan's forehead was covered with black lines. He stood up suddenly, walked over to Zhao Xing, grabbed the latter's collar, and asked angrily: "So, you are blaming me now, thinking that I was the cause of the riot in the death row?"
Zhao Xing immediately stopped talking. He slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes met Qian Huan's without blinking, and he laughed bitterly with grief and indignation and said:
"I dare not. So many brothers have lost their lives. This is all due to my negligence as the warden. I no longer have the face to continue serving as the warden. Please ask the warden to remove me from my position immediately."
Zhao Xing did not give Qian Huan any chance to respond. He raised his arm and resolutely tore off the badge on his chest, which was the symbol of the warden.
His movements were angry and powerful, and he slammed the badge hard onto the hard ground, making a crisp sound.
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Qian Huan's expression froze slightly, and the anger in his heart seemed to be blocked by something in his throat, making it difficult to vent.
He had thought of removing Zhao Xing before. In fact, he wanted to remove not only Zhao Xing, but also several wardens of the Second Prison and replace them all with new people he promoted.
That's why he came up with the [last-in-last-out system], but not now, not at this moment, at this chaotic juncture, and in this way.
Zhao Xing seemed to no longer care about that. He suddenly broke free from Qian Huan's grasp and fell to the ground. He was in disarray and burst into tears: "Warden, it is me, Zhao Xing, who is incompetent. It is me who harmed them! I don't expect you to forgive me, Warden. I only ask you to find a way to rescue my fellow prison guards who are still alive and have been held hostage by the prisoners."
“I beg you, really, really, no one can die anymore ah ah ah——”
Zhao Xing's voice became louder and louder, and more and more like the sound of the "screaming chicken" in the surveillance video. The last few words were almost shouted out with all his strength, and his voice was full of despair and helpless pleading.
It really moves those who see it and makes those who hear it cry.
As a result, all the prison guards' eyes subconsciously followed Zhao Xing's voice, as if they were guided by a performer's baton, and they all looked at the warden Qian Huan.
Feng Mu was also in the situation, his expression was equally sad but he looked over there with hope, but his eyes were icy cold.
He exhaled lightly, and helped Zhao Xing, who was kneeling on the ground and crying, to utter a term from the chessboard:
"General!"
(End of this chapter)
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