Chapter 170 The Secret in the Incinerator, This Is My Territory

In the cold corner of the prison yard, several newly transferred prisoners gathered together silently. They looked heavy-hearted. They worked in pairs to lift two bodies on the ground.

The bodies were pale and almost bloodless. White foam hung from the corners of their mouths. Their hair stood up like they were struck by an electric current, which looked extremely scary.

Wang Jiao put his hands through the armpits of the body with difficulty and lifted it up slowly and carefully.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat. The smell stimulated his sense of smell, making his stomach churn and almost vomit.

Chen Ya stood opposite Wang Jiao, holding the feet of the body tightly with both hands.

The two carried the body and followed a prison guard, walking heavily towards the crematorium inside the prison.

While Chen Ya was carrying the body silently, he used his peripheral vision to measure the layout of the corridor. Through the steps that seemed to have been measured, he calculated the distance of the corridor in his heart and clearly remembered the position and angle of each surveillance camera.

It was not for escaping the prison, it was purely out of habit. Whenever he arrived at a strange environment, he would first construct a three-dimensional image of the current building in his 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 the identity, the metal door slowly slid open, making a low humming sound.

As soon as the door opened, a heat wave accompanied by the smell of sulfur rushed towards him. 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."

Wang Jiao and Chen Ya did not answer, but cooperated silently, exerting force left and right, preparing to throw the body into the sea of ​​fire in the incinerator.

Suddenly, Wang Jiao's movements became stiff, and his hands seemed to have suddenly lost strength and let go of the body. With this relaxation, the head of the body hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

The prison guard's face changed slightly, and he immediately pulled out the electric baton from his waist, saying in a bad tone: "What's going on?"

Wang Jiao was frightened by this sudden change, his voice trembled, almost screaming: "He just moved his shoulder, he... he's still alive?!!"

Chen Ya had no expression on his face, 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 back: "You can't burn it if you're alive, no one has stipulated this principle, right?"

Wang Jiao's face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat dripped on his forehead. He was obviously frightened by the scene in front of him.

The prison guard glanced at his watch, and his tone was full of unquestionable urging: "Hurry up, I have filled out the death report, and the incinerator has been preheated. Don'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 inextricable panic.

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 and killing each other, and there was also the autopsy signature of the forensic doctor below: Qin Liang.

The prison guard's patience began to wear out, his brows were furrowed, and the switch of the electric baton in his hand was frequently rubbed, making a "click-click" sound.

Under Wang Jiao's frightened and pupil-constricted gaze, the prison guard raised the electric baton high, and then suddenly stabbed at the "corpse" on the ground.

The electric light flashed 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 smell of burning, stimulating the olfactory nerves of everyone present.

"Is that all right now?" The prison guard took back the 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 and moved the body. Chen Ya grabbed the ankle of the body again. He let go the moment the prison guard poked the electric baton.

"This prison guard is a bit impatient and sloppy." Chen Ya silently wrote down the appearance of the prison guard in a small notebook.

The body was swallowed by the incinerator, and the hatch of the incinerator closed quickly. The action 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 caught some subtle sound.

He turned his head suddenly, his eyes penetrated the closed door of the incinerator, and a trace of 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 something insignificant:

"No. They didn't buy urns from the prison when they were alive."

"Besides, after the incinerator is done, the body will be directly flushed into the connected sewer pipe, and will be washed away with your excrement, and finally merged into the septic tank downstream. It's very convenient, why bother so much."

Chen Ya looked at the prison guard, and 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 this prison guard was indeed kept in the dark."

He sneered in his heart, thinking, "The echo from the incinerator just now, the body clearly fell into a deep and dry place. There is definitely no sewer pipe there."

Chen Ya was thinking: "There is a secret behind the incinerator. Could this be the purpose of [Online] to quietly gather my team in this prison?"

Yes.

Although Chen Ya and Feng Mu had not met before, and he did not even know who the [upline] was, Chen Ya had already deduced through logic that it must be the [secret upline] sent by the organization to transfer them from the hiding point in Prison No. 4 to Prison No. 2.

Chen Ya had not been idle all day today, and had been quietly observing and collecting intelligence on Prison No. 4.

Of course, due to the limited scope of his actions, his observation focus was mainly on Area A of Prison No. 1. In the careful observation of this day, he could almost conclude that the [upline] was unlikely to hide in Area A.

"It's really strange!" Chen Ya was a little confused, "We have quietly moved here, why hasn't the [upline] shown up to meet us? Does he lack 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 prison warden.

In the office, four armed prison guards were guarding four corners, and the atmosphere was tense and depressing.

Chang Wei sat on a large office chair, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, watching the new prisoners coming in one by one, with a hideous smile on his lips.

"Welcome to join our big family in Area A,"

his voice was a little cold and playful,

"Let me introduce myself briefly. I am Chang Wei, the warden of the prison here. In other words, from now on, the prison area you are staying in is my territory."