After a brief chit-chat, the Second Prison’s press conference on the "Death Row Riot" began.
First, the Prison Chief delivered a speech, mourning and paying tribute to the fallen prison guards.
Prison Chief Qian Huan stood at the podium, his voice deep and heavy:
"In this incident at the Death Row, we have lost many outstanding prison guard colleagues..."
His speech was ticulously crafted, each pause rich with emotion.
Beside him, the projector displayed a rolling slideshow of the deceased guards’ life photos, accompanied by mournful music.
Below, Deng Jiajia directed the cara, capturing close-ups of the families seated in the back rows.
The selected family mbers either bowed their heads wiping tears or tightly held the portraits of their loved ones, keeping their grief within a proper range—no wailing, no hysteria.
No dramatic confrontations that audiences love, not favorable for viewership ratings, but very considerate to the Second Prison.
Honestly, those present today were all "understanding"; those not understanding need not be sad, as they might already be downstairs enjoying a family dinner.
After the mourning, the investigation report on the riot of that day was presented.
It was Feng Mu’s turn to speak this ti.
As the head of the Internal Inspection Departnt, he had the inescapable duty to deliver the final conclusion on the prison riot.
Before the caras, Feng Mu wore an innocent and harmless look, his tone equally sorrowful:
"... After thorough verification by the Internal Inspection Departnt, the riot at the Death Row was actually a ticulously planned, long-conspired power struggle.
Forr Death Row Chief Zhao Xing and Light Supervision Area Chief Zhou Hu colluded with each other to orchestrate this heinous event.
Their ill intentions and vicious thods are truly chilling.
Their real purpose was to force the Prison Chief to resign under pressure from this riot, thereby seeking higher power and status for themselves..."
The reporters below were suddenly in an uproar, so genuinely, so not.
Imdiately, they rushed to ask questions.
"I’m a reporter from xxx station, may I ask if these investigation results are just empty words? Please show solid evidence!"
"I’m a reporter from xxx station, where is the involved zone chief now?"
"I’m a reporter from xxx station, with the prison conducting an internal review, such a result is likely hard for the public to believe. How will the Second Prison ensure the fairness of the investigation?"
The reporters’ questions seed sharply critical and hit the nail on the head, but in fact, they were just echoing the points, helping to clear the Prison Chief’s na.
Feng Mu listened to the questions one by one, then opened the folder in his hand, shaking out a thick stack of evidence from the Internal Inspection Departnt, gathered through back-to-back all-nighters of interrogation.
He gestured for silence, and then, feigning anger, slapped the papers on the table:
"Evidence, these are all evidence. Inside are nurous guards’ testimonies, among which are irrefutable proofs of Zhao Xing and Zhou Hu colluding, ticulously planning, and bribing various links..."
anwhile, the projector zood in on the details of the docunts, displaying frequent communication and email records, with terms like "leveraging riot pressure" circled in red.
Then, Feng Mu nodded to Liu Yi.
The latter imdiately tapped the keyboard twice, and the projector displayed footage of prison guard Gong Lao sneaking in and out of various cells before the riot.
Feng Mu stared intently at the images while explaining in a suddenly elevated voice filled with intense anger:
"... After the incident, Gong Lao fled the Second Prison, returning ho to send a suicide note email to the prison system’s high-level, in which he strenuously accused the Prison Chief of so-called ’tyranny.’
But in reality, it was all part of a calculated conspiracy! He was rely used as a pawn by Zhao Xing and Zhou Hu.
Gong Lao never imagined that Zhao Xing never truly trusted him.
Subsequently, Zhao Xing even sent people to kill him and stage a self-immolation scene, unfortunately making a major mistake, causing two conflicting suicide notes to surface."
Feng Mu suppressed his anger and coldly added:
"Zhao Xing and Zhou Hu certainly played their cards well.
Afterward, they maliciously manipulated public opinion, not only putting imnse pressure on the prison system but also bribing Constable Chen Yang of the Patrol Office, attempting to disrupt the Internal Inspection Departnt’s investigation process and continue to sar the Second Prison..."
The projector displayed high-value transaction records between Ma Xuan and Chen Yang, along with a report from the Patrol Office on Chen Yang accepting bribes, being suspended pending investigation, and ultimately committing suicide out of guilt.
At this mont, Bai Ye, the forensic doctor from the Patrol Office, slowly stood up from his seat.
He walked heavily to the front, taking the microphone from Feng Mu with his head down.
"Yes, Chen Yang did take bribes."
Bai Ye shed tears of repentance to the cara,
"He even convinced to help forge Gong Lao’s autopsy report and to hold a case briefing, maliciously pressuring the Second Prison..."
Bai Ye beca increasingly ashad as he spoke, wishing to bury his head deep into his chest:
"I was blinded by greed, clouded by benefits.
I must confess the cris I committed in this affair. After the conference, I will imdiately surrender myself to the Patrol Office!"
Bai Ye sobbed uncontrollably, as if to vent all the fear and regret accumulated in his heart.
He couldn’t even wait for the conference to end, leaving in a hurry to turn himself in, followed by a trail of flashing caras.
Presumably, next ti he returns, he’ll join the Second Prison family under a new identity.
After Bai Ye’s departure, it was Ma Xuan’s turn to appear, looking as though he aged ten years, his uniform hanging loosely on his emaciated fra, his eyes sunken.
"I’m Ma Xuan, the Zone C Deputy Chief of the Light Supervision Area, and every penny transferred to Chen Yang... was handled by ."
Ma Xuan’s voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t drunk water for days:
"I did all this under Zhou Hu’s orders; he promised that after toppling the Prison Chief, I’d beco the Light Supervision Area’s chief. I didn’t want to agree.
I wanted to progress, yes, but stepping on so many colleagues’ bodies, even if I sat in that position, I’d fear sleepless nights.
However, I never expected that Zhou Hu would heartlessly send people to my ho, kidnapping my newborn child..."
He suddenly lunged towards the nearest cara, his wild face and bloodshot eyes magnified to a frightening degree:
"Zhou Hu, I’ve been at your beck and call for over a decade, working tirelessly, yet you kidnapped my child, who’s only three months old, damn you—
You bast***, I don’t know where you’ve escaped to, but I curse you to die a horrible death, leaving no body..."
Ma Xuan’s curses were too profane, tainting the cara, and he was forcibly taken down by two prison guards.
Feng Mu took back the microphone, explaining along the lines of what Ma Xuan had left off:
"Light Supervision Area Chief Zhou Hu has now fled in guilt, his whereabouts unknown."
Feng Mu suddenly stepped forward, his leather shoes making a resolute sound on the floor.
He stared directly into the cara, full of righteousness, his ticulously grood image broadcasted live to households across the country.
He coldly, righteously delivered the final statent of the case report:
"Zhou Hu, shouldn’t you be hiding in so dark corner watching the live broadcast right now?
I advise you to abandon any illusions and turn yourself into the Patrol Office as soon as possible, to face justice’s judgnt and punishnt.
You can’t escape, look down, the colleagues and brothers from the Second Prison are all below, watching you every mont!"
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