The elder Chief Constable took a long drag from the remaining half of his cigarette, exhaling a smoke ring that obscured his entire face. His tone was a mix of sneering and sighing as he replied:
"The other set of rules is: perk up your ears, keep your mouth shut, strive to be a mute or a parrot. Otherwise, you might not even have the chance to speak in the future."
Chen Yang was utterly shocked, almost doubting his own ears. His mouth ford an "O": "Huh?"
The elder Chief Constable casually threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it firmly under his shoe. He said heavily:
"What do you an, ’huh’? Did you rember what I said?"
Although Chen Yang felt indignant, he lowered his head and nodded when he t the solemn gaze of the elder Chief Constable.
The elder Chief Constable continued: "As long as you rember it, I’ll leave this case to you this ti. You know what to do, right?"
Chen Yang’s face lit up with joy. Usually, the elder Chief Constable took the lead on their cases while he assisted. Was he finally getting the chance to lead an investigation?
Chen Yang hurriedly nodded and said: "I understand. I’ll handle it as those Prison Guards said earlier. The charred body downstairs was killed by this man; he set the fire too, and then he was caught in the act by the arriving Prison Guards and shot dead on the spot."
The elder Chief Constable finally smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, you understood. That’s the way."
Chen Yang sighed slightly, as if still feeling so reluctance, and tentatively asked:
"But we all wear official skin; do we really need to be this afraid?"
The elder Chief Constable’s eyes showed a hint of nostalgia and said aningfully:
"It’s not fear; it’s the wisdom of survival. There’s no need to cause trouble for the Patrol Office over an irrelevant dead person and bring disaster upon ourselves. We all wear the sa skin; don’t let outsiders tear our faces apart. Harmony brings prosperity."
The elder Chief Constable patted Chen Yang’s shoulder and said gravely: "You must firmly rember this rule; it’s a lesson exchanged by countless predecessors of our Patrol Office with blood and tears."
Chen Yang responded with an "Oh," quickly finished handling the scene, and called the crematorium to send a hearse to collect and incinerate the body.
People at the Patrol Office have been extrely busy these days, so there’s no need to bring the body back to the office for an autopsy. The case has already been solved and classified. Later, they can just get a forensic to supplent the records.
The two sat in the blue-and-white car, Chen Yang driving, the elder Chief Constable in the passenger seat, with so evidence simply collected from the scene in the back seat.
The elder Chief Constable was half-squinting and scrolling through his phone when his pupils suddenly contracted sharply. He saw a headline on the internet: [Prison Scandal Exposed! Inmates Rise in Fury, Prison Guards Heavily Hit!]
Shocking revelation, major news!
A massive riot occurred this morning at our District’s Second Prison. The news was internally blocked, but Graveyard Tree managed to get so information and now releases it for everyone to see.
The elder Chief Constable, who was initially half-lying in the passenger seat, adjusted the seat and sat upright.
Graveyard Tree, fully known online as [Graveyard Tree], is not a traditional news worker but a self-dia figure who has risen to prominence on the internet in recent years.
According to Graveyard Tree, the reason for choosing this na is to signify that he’s already dug his grave and is ready to bury himself in it at any mont.
And his content lives up to his na, mainly focusing on Lower City’s unknown hidden corners, including but not limited to capital scandals, tech circle weird tales, so under-the-table deals of Executive Governnt mbers, etc.
His articles usually have sharp language, directly targeting the core issues, daring to expose and criticize the darkness hidden behind the Bright.
In short,
[Graveyard Tree], with his unique fearless style and news sense, has indeed attracted a significant amount of attention online over the past two years, or rather, gathered tens of thousands of followers, making him quite influential in Zone 9.
The elder Chief Constable also quietly followed this audacious dia person in private, not because he’s a fan of [Graveyard Tree].
It’s purely out of professional sensitivity and safety considerations that he uses this dia person as a "lightning rod."
aning that whenever the news content from [Graveyard Tree] turns into a case that lands in the Patrol Office’s hands, he avoids it at all costs and definitely wouldn’t touch it.
The elder Chief Constable straightened his posture and gently tapped into the webpage’s title page with his fingers.
As the page unfolded, the first thing that caught his eye was a file title marked in striking red letters—[Second Prison’s Last-Place Elimination Managent thod].
The file shown was incomplete, and the pictures were sowhat blurry, seemingly hastily taken in secret.
Despite this, the contents of the file were enough to make one’s blood run cold.
Because, no matter how you looked at it, horizontally, vertically, forward, or backward, it virtually coalesced into two words—"Cannibalism"!
"We’re screwed!"
The elder Chief Constable turned pale, not from the "cannibalism," but from the terror of how such things could be brought to light and docunted in writing?
His finger swiped rapidly across the screen, down to the bottom of the file, where several signatures and blood stamps were clearly visible.
So of these signatures and blood stamps were sowhat blurry, making it difficult to recognize specific nas. Only the last one was very clear—the signature stamp of the prison warden—Qian Huan!
The elder Chief Constable stared at the na for three seconds. He didn’t recognize it, but internally, he had already sentenced that na to death.
He thought gloatingly: "This prison warden nad Qian Huan, at the very least, will be stripped of his position, and even if he doesn’t die, he’ll be skinned alive."
His finger continued to scroll down, uncovering further sensational revelations from [Graveyard Tree]:
As for the above [cannibalism docunt], Graveyard Tree doesn’t want to analyze it anymore because any words are powerless in the face of "cannibalism."
Regarding this warden’s cannibalistic actions, Graveyard Tree only wants to say eight words: Those who eat people, are eventually eaten by people!
However, the hateful thing is that before those in power’s brutal acts receive the due punishnt, nurous people below have already paid with their lives.
This morning, Graveyard Tree received news of an unprecedented massive-scale riot in the Second Prison.
According to a conscientious Prison Guard, the harsh conditions inside the Second Prison have beco unbearable. The inmates have long been subjected to cruel physical abuse, and the Prison Guards have repeatedly endured conscience tornt, finally culminating in a massive tragedy this morning.
The scene was unbearable to witness, a living hell. As of now, there are already over a hundred inmate deaths, and dozens of Prison Guards have perished in the riot...
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