Chapter 219

"Forensic Doctor Qin, please pay special attention to Feng Mu's blood composition during the autopsy, and test for..."

Qian Huan's words paused slightly at this moment, his gaze shifting toward a figure that had just walked in from the side.

The latter unhurriedly took out an exquisite small bottle from his pocket, inside which lay a shallow layer of transparent liquid.

He lightly handed the bottle to Qin Liang, simultaneously supplementing Qian Huan's words:

"Type Q-14 Delayed Hallucinogen, colorless, non-toxic, odorless. After ingestion, if one circulates Qi and Blood, it will trigger a feeling of floating bliss, as if immersed in an illusion."

Qin Liang took the glass bottle, a complex look flashing in his eyes as he stared at the young prison guard before him, dressed meticulously. His voice carried a hint of inquiry as he asked:

"I recall you've been walking quite close to Feng Mu these past two days; if I'm not mistaken, you're called Wang Cong, right?"

After handing over the bottle with both hands, Wang Cong gently withdrew them, standing straight, and acknowledged: "Forensic Doctor Qin has a good memory."

Qin Liang sighed with emotion, saying: "I even reminded Feng Mu that no one in the Second Prison is trustworthy; looks like he didn't listen. But aren't you the person Chang Wei deliberately sent to Feng Mu's side? How come you..."

Qin Liang's gaze moved back and forth between Wang Cong and Qian Huan, his eyes revealing a trace of doubt.

The corner of Wang Cong's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a gentle and calm smile. He slowly said:

"Forensic Doctor Qin has sharp eyes. At first, I approached Feng Mu indeed because of Chang Wei's arrangement, but later, I came to my senses and defected to the light."

Qian Huan spoke up at just the right moment, his tone revealing appreciation for Wang Cong:

"It is precisely because of Wang Cong's defection to the light that we were able to see through the vicious plot secretly brewing within the Security Bureau, and thus so easily obtain evidence of them poisoning their own prison guards."

Upon hearing this, Qin Liang suddenly understood. He patted Wang Cong's shoulder, likewise unable to help but praise: "Wang Cong, Wang Cong, the man lives up to his name — a smart man indeed. Your future in the Second Prison will surely be bright."

Wang Cong maintained a modest attitude, replying: "Not at all, not at all. All of this is the result of Prison Warden Qian's wise leadership and masterful planning."

Qin Liang was slightly stunned, then turned his gaze to Qian Huan again, the bottle in his hand shaking gently as he asked tentatively: "How come? Is there more to the story?"

Qian Huan knew the next plan required Qin Liang's cooperation and support, so he did not conceal anything, instead laughing softly and speaking frankly:

"Type Q-14 Delayed Hallucinogen — this is a batch of refreshing tonic newly developed by Shengguang Pharmaceutical Company, production is extremely limited, and it's nearly impossible to find a single vial on the market."

"Tian Tao, a mere Prison Team Leader — how could he possibly get his hands on such a rare thing? I specially arranged for people to let it flow into his hands."

Even though Forensic Doctor Qin had long since sided with the Prison Warden, at this moment he still felt a chill at the Warden's deep and unfathomable scheming.

Even Forensic Doctor Qin Liang, who had long since sided with the Prison Warden, felt a chill at the Warden's deep and unfathomable scheming at this moment.

Qin Liang had spent half his life in the Second Prison, and what he had always seen were traceable schemes, or the villainous acts floating on the surface.

Qin Liang had spent half his life in the Second Prison, and what he had always witnessed were traceable schemes, or rather, the superficial conduct of villains.

Prison Warden Qian Huan's insidiousness was a kind of bad that moistens things silently, feeling as if a high-level match's gameplay had been injected into the Second Prison's low-end bad.

"No wonder us people inside the prison system can't beat those company people outside; it's too insidious."

Forensic Doctor Qin took a deep breath, an impulse to apply for medical retirement surging in his heart.

He smiled self-mockingly, thinking to himself:

"The Prison's version has quietly upgraded; an old guy like me from the previous version should perhaps withdraw in time and make way for the young, lest I become an eyesore and get eaten down to the bone slag without even realizing it."

Seeing Qin Liang stay silent for a long time, Qian Huan frowned slightly: "What is it? Does Forensic Doctor Qin think there's a leak somewhere?"

Qin Liang snapped back to attention, his speaking attitude becoming even more respectful: "No, I understand. I'll go perform the autopsy on Feng Mu right now."

Qian Huan glanced at the time on his phone, then glanced at Wang Cong, asking indifferently: "How long has he been inside?"

Wang Cong knew what Qian Huan was asking about. He immediately replied: "When I came over, Feng Mu was just leading several prisoners into the Incineration Room. Counting the time, it should be about done."

Wang Cong knew what Qian Huan was asking; he immediately replied, "When I came over, Feng Mu was just leading several prisoners into the Incineration Room; reckoning the time, it should be just about done."

From the other end of the corridor, the direction of the Security Bureau, a sharp alarm sound faintly rang out.

Listening to the piercing alarm, Qian Huan seemed to hear a charge bugle; his whole aura changed, making him appear even more with the prestige of a Prison Warden.

He waved his hand at the two, instructing: "Go on. Remember to act this play convincingly."

Qin Liang nodded and turned around. Just as he took a step, he saw Wang Cong had already lightning-fast yanked the door open and rushed out.

As they brushed shoulders, Qin Liang clearly captured that in Wang Cong's bloodshot eye sockets, a layer of tears had silently accumulated, as if the tears would burst out the next second, offering up a heart-rending howl for his friend's unfortunate passing.

As they brushed past each other, Qin Liang distinctly captured that within Wang Cong's bloodshot eyes, a layer of tears had already silently accumulated, as if the tears would burst forth in the next second, offering up a heart-rending howl for his friend's unfortunate passing.

Let Fate help us gently rewind the minute hand of time to 7 minutes ago.

At that time point, Tian Tao's mobile phone screen lit up, a few short words jumping onto the screen: "Send him off!"

He put down the phone, the corner of his mouth hooking a ferocious smile. He slowly drew out an electric baton from his bosom.

He moved his thick neck, a fierce light flashing in his eyes. He pushed the door open with imposing momentum, two prison guards following close behind.

The footsteps in the corridor were urgent and heavy, revealing an unconcealed killing intent.

Inside Cell 211, Wang Jiao and several other prisoners who hadn't eaten all day, prisoners deliberately keeping their stomachs empty, their breathing gradually became rapid.

Chen Ya sat quietly cross-legged on the hard bed, calmly opening her eyes.

A piercing "zila" sound rang out; the electric gate of the neighboring cell was opened.

Inside the neighboring cell, eight or nine prisoners, likewise under Feng Mu's management and payment collection.

The eight or nine prisoners in the adjacent cell were likewise managed by Feng Mu and paid him money.

Accompanied by crackling electric arc sounds, intermittent miserable howls reverberated in the corridor, causing prison guards to stop and look sideways, and causing prisoners in other cells to feel their scalps go numb.

The screams lasted a full minute before gradually weakening into silence.

When Feng Mu hurried over upon hearing the commotion, what met his eyes was a floor full of haphazard corpses, every face ruthlessly smashed into deformation, fresh blood flowing everywhere, dyeing the entire room a glaring red.

Tian Tao stood in the center of the room, deformed corpses surrounding his feet. He ruthlessly swung the electric baton in his hand, shaking off the red and white mixture on it. Half his face was covered in bloodstains.

His gaze was fierce, staring straight at Feng Mu. He cruelly said:

"The money you couldn't collect, I helped you collect. Remember, your mercy can't help these prisoners; it will only kill them, and kill you too."

Feng Mu slowly scanned the surroundings, only to see many prison guards in the corridor casting their gazes toward him, whispering among themselves. Their faces either wore mocking smiles or revealed cold disdain.

Feng Mu controlled his facial muscles, his consistently gentle expression cooling down, becoming stiff and ugly.

Feng Mu stared dead at Tian Tao, speaking in a voice everyone could hear:

Feng Mu stared fixedly at Tian Tao and said in a voice everyone could hear:

"Even a prison should have a bottom line of fairness and reason; prisoners also possess the most basic value of existence. To so cheaply and uselessly deprive them of their lives — you will pay a price for this."

"A price?"

Tian Tao's eyebrow twitched; a piece of stuck minced meat fell to his lip, and he lightly licked it up and swallowed it casually, sneering arrogantly,

"What price? Will they make me pay with my life, or will you make me pay with my life?"

Feng Mu seemed to have been rendered speechless by Tian Tao's retort; he fell silently mute, merely watching expressionlessly as the Blood Bar above Tian Tao's head grew increasingly dim.

Seeing Feng Mu dare to be angry but not dare to speak, Tian Tao's mood became delighted to the utmost; he laughed loudly: "I'll take the money for you; you deal with the corpses yourself."

Feng Mu watched Tian Tao leave, then turned his head to look towards the Cell next door, 211; one Blood Bar after another, faintly growing dim, emerged in his eyes...

(End of Chapter)