Chapter 170: The Secret Inside the Incinerator, This Is My Territory

In the cold, shadowy corner of the prison playground, several newly transferred prisoners gathered silently together, their expressions heavy, working in pairs to laboriously lift the two corpses lying on the ground.

The corpses' faces were pale, almost entirely devoid of color, white foam hanging at the corners of their mouths, their hair standing on end as if struck by lightning, looking extraordinarily terrifying.

Wang Jiao strenuously passed his hands under the corpse's armpits, carefully and slowly lifting it up.

A burnt meat aroma permeated the air, the smell stimulating his olfactory senses, causing his stomach to churn, nearly making him vomit.

Chen Ya stood opposite Wang Jiao, both hands tightly gripping the corpse's feet.

The two carried the corpse following behind a prison guard, walking with heavy steps toward the crematorium inside the prison.

While silently moving the corpse, Chen Ya used his peripheral vision to scan the corridor's layout, and through steps that seemed as if measured, calculated the corridor's distance in his heart, and clearly memorized the position and angle of every surveillance probe.

It wasn't for escape, purely force of habit; whenever he arrived at an unfamiliar 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 overhead surveillance probe scanned the prison guard's face for an instant, and after confirming identity without error, the metal door slowly slid open, emitting a low hum.

The moment the door opened, a wave of heat accompanied by the smell of sulfur rushed at them; several electric incinerator doors stood open, already started in advance and preheating for burning.

The prison guard turned around, instructing in an indifferent tone: "Move faster, hurry up and throw him in."

Wang Jiao and Chen Ya did not answer, merely cooperating silently, exerting force left and right, preparing to toss the corpse into the sea of fire within the incinerator.

Suddenly, Wang Jiao's movements turned rigid; his hands seemed to suddenly lose strength, releasing the corpse. With this slackening, the corpse's head slammed heavily onto the ground, emitting a dull thud.

The prison guard's expression changed slightly, immediately drawing the electric baton from his waist, his voice carrying hostility: "What's going on?"

Wang Jiao was scared out of his wits by this sudden change, his voice trembling, almost screaming: "His... his shoulder just moved, he... he's still alive?!!"

Chen Ya's expression was unchanged, both hands still steadily gripping the "corpse's" ankles.

The prison guard frowned, but the wariness in his eyes faded; he laughed inexplicably, retorting: "So what if he's alive, he still gets burned, who ever stipulated that principle?"

Wang Jiao's face was pale as paper, cold sweat drenching his forehead, clearly badly frightened by the scene before him.

The prison guard glanced at his watch, his tone carrying undeniable urgency: "Hurry up, the death report I've already filled out, the incinerator's preheating is complete, can't let all this go to waste."

However, Wang Jiao still stood in place, eyes hollow, as if fallen into a terror he could not extricate himself from.

Chen Ya's peripheral vision caught the death report sheet in the prison guard's hand; it simply recorded the cause of death for the two — mutual killing in a brawl, and below bore the forensic doctor's autopsy signature: Qin Liang.

The prison guard's patience began to wear thin, his brows furrowed tight, the power switch on the electric baton in his hand rubbed repeatedly, emitting "click-click" sounds.

Under Wang Jiao's heart-and-gall-shattering, pupil-constricting gaze, the prison guard raised the electric baton high, then abruptly jabbed it at the "corpse" on the ground.

Electric light flickered in the air for several seconds, accompanied by the "corpse's" final convulsions, it thoroughly turned into a charred corpse.

An even more intense burnt smell permeated the air, stimulating the olfactory nerves of everyone present.

"This should do it, right." The prison guard retracted the electric baton, face fierce, "Or do you intend to make me carry him?"

Wang Jiao nearly thought he'd been electrocuted to death; he instantly shuddered, hurriedly bit his lip tight, lifted the corpse, Chen Ya re-gripped the corpse's ankles; the moment the prison guard jabbed the electric baton just now, he had let go.

"This prison guard does things a bit rashly and carelessly." Chen Ya silently recorded that prison guard's appearance in his little notebook.

The corpse was swallowed by the incinerator, the incinerator's hatch door closing rapidly, the movement mechanical and ruthless, like a bloody maw mercilessly swallowing it into its belly.

"Alright, let's go." The prison guard led the prisoners away from the incineration room again.

Chen Ya's ears twitched lightly, as if capturing some faint sound.

He abruptly turned his head, gaze penetrating the incinerator's tightly shut door, a trace of unfathomable strangeness flashing in his eyes.

He asked softly: "We don't need to collect the ashes?"

The prison guard's answer was calm and indifferent, as if narrating a trivial matter:

"Not needed. They didn't purchase bone ash boxes from the prison during their lives."

"Besides, after the incinerator finishes its work, the remains are directly flushed into the connected sewage pipes, washed away together with your excrement, ultimately converging in the downstream septic tank, very convenient, why go to so much trouble."

Chen Ya looked at the prison guard; the latter's indifferent expression made him feel the prison guard was not lying.

However, he had a different calculation in his heart: "Looks like this prison guard really was kept in the dark."

He sneered inwardly, thinking to himself, "The echo that just came from inside the incinerator, the corpse clearly fell into a place both deep and dry. That place is absolutely not some sewage pipe."

Chen Ya pondered: "There's a secret hidden behind the incineration room; could this be the purpose of the 【Secret Contact】 quietly gathering my Party into this prison?"

Yes.

Although Chen Ya and Feng Mu have not yet met face to face, he doesn't even know who the 【Secret Contact】 is, but Chen Ya has already determined through logical deduction that it must be the 【Secret Contact】 dispatched by the Organization to them, collectively transferring them from the No. 4 Prison hideout into No. 2 Prison.

Chen Ya hasn't been idle all day today, silently observing and gathering intelligence on No. 4 Prison.

Of course, due to his limited range of movement, his observation focus was mainly concentrated in Area A of No. 1 Prison District. In this day of meticulous observation, he could almost determine the 【Secret Contact】 was unlikely to be hiding in Area A.

"Truly strange!" Chen Ya felt slight doubt in his heart, "We've already quietly transferred in here, why hasn't the 【Secret Contact】 shown up to make contact with us? Is it that he lacks trust in us, or is he overly cautious?!!"

"Bring these few newcomers to me." The voice from the prison guard's walkie-talkie interrupted Chen Ya's thoughts.

The prison guard immediately complied, leading them through one cold corridor after another, finally arriving at the Zone Chief's office.

Inside the office, four armed guards stood guard at the four corners respectively, the atmosphere tense and oppressive.

Chang Wei sat in the spacious office chair, gaze sharp as a hawk's, looking at the new prisoners walking in one by one, the corner of his mouth hooking a ferocious smile.

"Welcome to our Area A family,"

His voice carried a trace of cold mockery,

"Let me make a simple self-introduction, I am the Zone Chief here, Chang Wei; in other words, from now on, the prison district you reside in is my territory."

(End of Chapter)