[part one·thigh]
"Female prisoner G117!" the prison guard yelled: "You have twelve hours to empty this room! All the items obtained in the garage sale belong to you! After twelve hours, the things in this room no longer belong to you. Got it!"
Xueming: "Okay! Officer!"
The prison guard was very satisfied and handed the trolley to g117: "Very good! Very energetic! Let's get started!"
After the rest of the crowd left, Tyrannosaurus Warrior Andro looked at the items in the living room of No. 1183 curiously.
"Hey, eldest sister, is there any precious treasure in this house?"
The auction process these days has made Andro a lot of money, and he already calls g117 his eldest sister.
Xueming blocked the door, preventing Andro from entering.
"You want to touch my stuff?"
Andro was immediately frightened to the point of sweating on his forehead and never took a step forward again.
He smiled and said: "No, no, no..."
Xueming: "I helped you make a lot of money, Andro, you can't be too greedy."
At this point, Mr. Andro was very sensible and never bothered g117 again.
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When Xueming and Ryusei entered Room 1183, they could vaguely feel a very familiar spiritual pressure.
That's the Warden's [Heaven's Gate]——
——When they faced the interrogator, they also experienced the spiritual tide when the soul power was activated.
"It's nearby, I can feel it." Xueming looked up at the surveillance camera, smiled at the warden, and grabbed the brass kettle on the coffee table, indicating that he was only here to count the auction items.
Little Star jumped up and down in the room, checking the furniture everywhere, trying to find the secret door.
After rummaging around, she found nothing, and finally collapsed on the sofa in dissatisfaction.
"Sister! Did we buy the wrong house?"
From the living room to the master bedroom, to the toilet and kitchen, there are no secret passages, nor what Duran calls a universal room.
But Xueming is certain that the warden must have left a backdoor here. Otherwise, how could the three prisoners 1184, 1185, and 1186 escape?
Right now, right now -
——A note was handed from outside the gate.
Dulan leaned against the door frame, thrust the note into g117's hand, and left in a hurry.
Xueming took a look and saw that it was a threatening letter written by the patriarch of the Little Brotherhood. She did not give the note to Meteor, but ate it directly after reading it. Traces of pheromones could also be found in the paper.
Although it is very weak and artificially processed, Xueming's inspiration is very strong. In addition to Duran and Linker Link, there was also a strange fishy smell on this note, similar to the stench of mold and blood.
This was the reiatsu characteristic of the Patriarch, and he was the one who frightened Flavia to tears.
Flavia said that the patriarch has incredible luck.
While discussing business across the screen, the bullets fired at him would change directions inexplicably and return to the assassin's head.
The vehicle he was traveling in was hit by a bomb, and even his body was not found after the smoke and dust cleared. But the next day, I received a call from Master Jiaozong. His tone was intact, and he didn't even mean to be afraid.
Little Star: "What's wrong?"
"Wait for me here." Xueming wrote down the spiritual pressure characteristics of the ancestor and went to the toilet: "I will be back soon."
Little Xingxing immediately understood that the eldest sister probably wanted to run to the next room through the toilet: "Do you want my help?"
Xueming: "How can you help? Just stay here and watch TV."
Little Xingxing didn't ask any questions, turned on the TV and turned it to the maximum volume, then lay down on the sofa with his head in his hands.
Go to the changing room in the bathroom. The small room inside is not monitored.
Xueming carefully found the monitoring microphone, shouted Fragrant Fantasy, and asked the big steel cat to dismantle the entire iron plate air duct and move the monitoring pipeline closer to the living room.
The noisy sound of fighting came from the TV, drowning out all the strange noises.
She returned to the bathroom, moved the entire bathtub away, and used her soul power attack against the side wall, blasting a big hole.
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At this point Xueming walked into room 1184——
——It was the residence of the trio who escaped from prison.
The moment he entered 1184, the spiritual pressure fluctuations at [Heaven's Gate] became more and more intense.
This makes Xueming very puzzled. If there are traces of soul power, it means that this universal room has never been forgotten by the warden and this passage has been used all the time.
But someone has obviously escaped through this secret passage, why do they still keep it?
She groped outside the dark bathroom, but did not dare to turn on the light. Once there was a light source, 1184's living room surveillance system would discover what g117 had done.
She lowered her body as much as possible and leaned against the sink to look into the dark living room. Apart from the ordinary furniture, tables and chairs, there was nothing special. The cabinet doors were left open, and almost all the drawers had been rummaged through by prison guards, unable to hide anything.
The fragrant dream leaves the body and goes to a darker place.
The camera cannot capture the spirit body of Soul Power, so Xueming hopes that Iron Cat can find some clues.
A spirit body with autonomous consciousness is very special. It does not obey orders very much, but its dependence on the main body is not that strong.
Even though Xueming can't see anything, SD's eyes are like cats, with night vision capabilities. Its big green eyes spread out, trying to absorb ambient light as much as possible to detect the surrounding situation.
In just a minute, Fenxiang Huanmeng came back with something in her arms.
In a dark and lightless environment, when Xueming took this item from Hunwei's arms, his whole body was shocked.
——But it only shook a little.
This is a thigh. Specifically, it is human tissue that has been weathered and dried after being poured with plaster.
Its cut is flat, like a work of art. If it weren't for the muscle texture and blood vessels and bones, Xueming would have mistakenly thought it was an art student's hobby sculpture several times.
The thigh belonged to a man around twenty years old.
There is a crack in its leg bone, which seems to have been specially cut open to hide something. The crack is one finger wide and four centimeters long.
Xueming moved down the gap, but couldn't get to the bottom because of the narrow space.
Fengfang Huanmeng immediately transformed her arm into a flexible rattan, helping Xueming fish out the contents of her thigh.
Under the pale light of the toilet, cards came into her eyes one after another.
All are hc cards...
all of them--
——Hellcat’s card.
A total of sixty-one pyroxene currency bank cards are hidden in this plaster thigh.
As for where this thigh came from?
The fragrant dream rests on Xueming's neck, and the body and the host become one, chanting in the way of bone transmission.
"I found a body in the bedroom, specifically, a body disguised as a plaster dummy."
"My sense of smell is very keen, and I smelled him right away - he had been dead for a long time, and his body tissue was sealed in plaster."
"His limbs are detachable, just like a piggy bank, with many hellcats hidden inside."
"He was lying on the bed in the master bedroom, as if he were a prop made to simulate a prison escape scene for the prison guards."
"But actually... I'm afraid those three criminals didn't escape at all."
"They were turned into puppets, made into specimens, and stayed here forever."
What happened to the money?
Xueming looked at the hc card——
——The Hellcat bank card, like other braille cards, will not reveal any information about the card owner. Used to store large amounts of pyroxene currency.
Could it be that she stabbed through the warden's backyard? Found the place where the man in the surveillance room hid his private money?
But this private money is too much...
This body alone is conservatively estimated to contain more than 300 cards.
The Warden must never leave Hedland.
What does he need so much money for?
Wait a moment--
——You must never leave Hedland?
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[part2·When God speaks]
Xueming felt thunderous in her heart——
——Then I remembered the special nature of [Heaven’s Gate].
Since the warden can use surveillance to control different doors and reach different places.
Who said he could only stay in Hedland? Stay in District 11?
The range of Jason Megan's spirit power can almost circle the earth.
Is there a possibility that the warden is not in this prison at all? He left all his property and valuables here, in the safest place in Hedland. He killed three criminals and used their bodies as containers, leaving a secret passage for him to withdraw money at any time.
But where did the money come from?
Just when Xueming was hesitant and ready to go to the bedroom to find out.
The bedroom light came on. Then there was the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground.
Xueming backed away continuously, going back and forth. Fengfang Huanmeng was in a hurry. It was not as detailed as the spirit body of the male character account. It was impossible to restore the masonry structure of the broken wall. It was impossible to plug this hole.
The visitor seemed to notice something strange on the bed, and realized that the plaster body was missing a leg. He immediately ran quickly to the living room, but in an instant he became silent and hid in the darkness again.
It seemed like he was afraid of something.
It's like being on guard against the fragrant dream's soul power attack.
Xueming's idea was simple, since he couldn't escape, just knock him out.
If the warden came, I'm afraid he would also be scared and worried.
If there is anything wrong with him, all the criminals in this prison will be free.
She raised her fists, calling for the power of her soul to linger around her, and leaned quietly beside the toilet door, not daring to take a step forward.
She has seen the power of [Heaven's Gate]. If it is used to kill people, it is a destructive force that no living thing can survive.
"You're G117, Glory, right?"
The warden spoke. He was leaning against the wall, with only one wall separating him from Xueming.
Xueming didn't respond.
The warden continued: "If you don't answer, I will default to you. There is no such thing as acquittal in this prison. Ever since you bought room 1183, I have been worried about what you will do." You wouldn’t come into my backyard and something terrible like this would happen.”
Xueming still didn't answer.
"You must be thinking about how to knock me down, right?" The warden murmured in a low voice: "I didn't go to the safest position. You can try it with your soul power. The moment you break this wall, I'm afraid it will be The day of your death - Glory, I will not hide behind the door and look at you. I will be invincible like that, but you will also see my face. This is not the result I want."
Xueming got straight to the point: "I want to escape from prison."
"I have investigated you and found that you are innocent to begin with. It is very simple to get out of this prison. Just spend money to find a few people to protect you. Entrust the employees of the bank warehouse to help you clear the case. You don't even have to go. Just open your mouth and give some false evidence." The warden continued: "But why do you want to go through the back door? Do you like adventure? Are you seeking excitement? There is a door and you can't go through it, so why do you want to climb over the wall?"
Xueming: "There are also Dulan and Flavia. I want to take them out."
The shortest distance between two points in the world is a straight line.
If you want to escape from prison, if you can pry the warden's mouth, then you can say anything.
After a long, long time, the warden seemed to be thinking about something——
——He suddenly left the wall and came to the door.
He turned off the light in the living room, half of his body was hidden in the shadow, and half of his body was exposed to the light source.
His pale skin, slender hands, clasped in front of his chest.
His bright red hair and chin were just illuminated by the light in the bathroom, and Xueming immediately saw a familiar but unfamiliar face.
It was a face that was indistinguishable from Haspen Madison, very similar, except for the slightly different curvature of the bridge of the nose and the wings of the nose.
Eyebrows and cheekbones, ears and hair are almost identical.
"Claudia has a good eye."
The warden said with a smile.
"This gift of yours is so beautiful, so beautiful."
Xueming's eyes were out of focus, and it was difficult to understand this coincidence for a moment——
——Hasben is nineteen years old and comes from a rural town in District 11.
According to his own account, his father was a rapist and his mother was a victim.
"Your red hair." The warden murmured silently: "It reminds me of what happened a long, long time ago. It reminds me of my sweet lover."
Xueming shouted loudly: "Are you the patriarch of the Little Brotherhood!?"
No one has ever seen the Warden of Hedland, except for past managers.
Except for the business agent of the Little Brotherhood, no one has seen the patriarch.
Xueming made this judgment because the warden directly pronounced Dulan's real name.
It is impossible for the warden to remember all the names of the prisoners in daily affairs, and he usually refers to the prisoners by their serial numbers.
The money in this room and this secret passage is more like the stolen money of the Little Brotherhood Patriarch. This money can be turned into the legal income of District 11 through the expenses of criminals, the taxes of Hedland, and the private legal property of the warden.
The entire Hedland Royal Hotel - is the patriarch's money laundering company!
Xueming even suspected——
——Are there other secret rooms in this prison? Could there be a poison-making workshop hidden?
"Don't be nervous, Glory." The warden stood firm and calm: "I show you your true face, just because I think you are a trustworthy person."
This time Xueming can't deal with it.
The warden explained his guess.
"I watched every move you made after entering Hedland."
"I didn't understand at first, why did you bring that oil bottle in with you, s272? Does she have any skills? But your relationship is very good, so good that you can sleep in the same bed. Later, I suddenly realized that maybe these two This girl is so innocent and wants to share adversities and advance and retreat together. Sometimes things that cannot be explained by any interests are most likely driven by pure friendship or love."
"Like Flavia and Duran, my daughters are like this too. When they came to me, just because of a few words or the right look, they were dependent on each other for a lifetime. I envy this kind of emotion."
"And later, you worked for Andro and defeated the warriors of thirteen gangs. You were very skillful - I admire you very much. Duran is actually an old friend with you, which makes me ecstatic."
"In the interrogation room, I spared your life. I hope you can remember this kindness. I am talking to you about these things with my true face now because I am asking you to repay my kindness."
Xueming: "What do you want me to do?"
The warden tugged at his eyelids and ruffled his hair.
"You can see my face, right? You've seen this face? Right?"
Xueming: "That's right..."
the warden said with a smile.
"That's right. In the underground world, few people have seen my true face. Everything is for the great cause of the Little Brotherhood - people who know what I look like will either become my confidants or become A corpse. There is no third possibility. Hasband Madison is my son, the bastard I left in District 11."
Xueming: "What do you mean?"
"Don't speak so fast, don't speak so hastily." The warden was polite, and then explained to g117: "I am a soft-hearted person, and I will never hurt the people I once loved deeply, nor will I hurt anyone." Family—so I entrust you with this matter.”
Xueming: "..."
Warden: "When Hassan came to this prison, I thought it was a guide of fate. You were the vital line that implicated us - there must be an immortal battle between me and my son. After endless fighting, he has inherited my bloodline and has shown amazing spiritual pressure. In order to turn danger into good, I must erase his existence. From now on, no one can use this clue to find my true identity. Yes. This is a trial, Glory."
Xueming: "You are really crazy, he is your biological son!"
Warden: "I like people like you who value love and justice - then make your choice!"
Xueming: "You want me to help you kill Hasbon?"
Warden: "Either you come to me with Dulan's head and take Dulan's place, or you come to me with Hasben's head. From now on, you are my daughter, my biological daughter - there is no third party. option."
Xueming: "Won't you do these things yourself?"
The warden said with a smile.
"I'm just an old man in the monitoring room. I'm very satisfied just sitting on a massage chair and drinking milk tea every day."
"Think about it carefully. This question shouldn't be difficult to choose. Even if you take Dulan away and return to District 48, I will kill Hasbon. Then I won't be so easy to talk to. After all, at that time, I was The leader of the Little Brotherhood is not a gentleman."
After saying this——
——The warden walked straight towards the door.
Then he suddenly disappeared in front of Xueming, as if he had returned to his monitoring room.
