a very dark dark guard

Chapter 125
Ximen Wuhen's token allows me to walk freely in the Demon Cult's non-forbidden area.Including prisons, drug halls and other places, as long as I don't let the prisoners go, no one can stop me.

The deputy manager of the prison was puzzled by my behavior. He wanted to send me away quickly, but I wanted to stay. He had no reason to drive me away.

I hung the token on my waist and walked in the prison. There is no one from the Devil's Cult to arrest, and it is even more difficult for outsiders to enter the headquarters.

Those in the prison are all congregants who have made internal mistakes, most of whom are minor offenders who violate the religious rules, and they are locked up for ten days and a half months at most.

The real felons are detained in another prison, so the supervision of the prison is not so strict.

Especially in the first row of cells near the gate, the lock is just a decoration. The people inside know that they have made a small mistake and will not take the trouble to escape from the prison.

The prison has a ground floor and a basement floor, but the distance between the first floor and the second floor must be ten meters, which means that the second basement floor is deep underground.

There is a downward ladder in the middle, and the lock on the door is a complex mechanism lock, which belongs to the combination lock.

I haven't gone down before, and the few times I came to the prison, I only wandered around the first floor.

The steward said that a lunatic was detained on the second floor, and there was no cell to hold him, so he could only be allowed to run around on the entire floor. The food was sent down through a small pipe, and the combination locked door hadn't been opened for a long time.

The deputy manager of the prison rushed over and asked what happened?

I installed air wires in the cells, and as soon as the food delivery person stepped into the cell, he stepped into the air wire mesh.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the food delivery man drew his dagger from his sleeve, not to protect himself, but to kill Lang Jiang.

The guard at the door hesitated to answer. The assistant manager looked at me, and I said that the food delivery guy knew that this type of prisoner was not allowed to eat and drink, and he deliberately delivered food. His behavior was abnormal and suspicious. I wanted to detain him for questioning, but he violently committed murder , wanted to kill Lang Jiang.

Doesn't the food delivery person know?

At this time, I had already come close to him and kicked the knife in his hand away. He wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself, but he couldn't.

"I can't die, the brothers in the patrol team are sure, why? Your handyman knows how to deal with prisoners better than them?"

He also had an antidote pill in his mouth, and the smoke didn't affect him, but his vision was blocked, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on in the hall.

"Yeah? Prisoners like this can still eat? The gag is to prevent them from biting their tongues or taking poison to kill themselves. If this is taken down... who will be responsible if they die? Could it be that they are deliberately giving them a chance to commit suicide?" I asked. They were not in charge of the prison, so they couldn't order them, and they probably didn't listen to me, so they had to pretend to be surprised and wonder loudly at the door.

They couldn't move, and someone tried to untie the rope secretly, but my air filaments were inside them, and if anyone was found to be moving, I would make them pass out.

There were problems with the food and tea he brought, and these need to be preserved as evidence.

The deputy manager also had ghosts in his heart, but he couldn't say anything. He wanted me to leave, but this would urge me to leave again, which was a bit of a cover-up.

I said he was acting suspiciously, but he quickly denied it. I wanted to go in and catch him personally, but the guards at the door wanted to stop me, but I shook the badge at my waist, and they backed away immediately.

They carried oil drums and an unlit torch.

Lang Jiang and the others were locked in the inner cell, the farthest from the exit. After I finished walking outside, I went inside again, and there were two guards in the prison watching them.

Qisi controlled his mouth, and his mouth was so stiff that he couldn't move at all.

He wanted to set fire to the prison and solve the trouble together.

"Deputy manager..." I suddenly appeared behind him and patted his shoulder lightly.

Everything remained the same, I didn't move anything.

Killing people in prison, killing untrial prisoners, is also against religious rules, and there is nothing wrong with being locked up.

This thing only works if you put it in your mouth, and it won't work if you eat it in your stomach.

"Don't, don't, don't!" The deputy manager desperately got up from the ground, trying to snatch the torch from me.

With such a thick smoke, you have to inhale it even if you don’t want to. In a closed environment, you can’t hold your breath for long.

An hour later, a prison guard delivered food and told the guard at the door to let him in.

The guards at the door called me, and they immediately became nervous. Their expressions were wrong, and they immediately lowered their heads when they met my eyes. They looked respectful, but they were actually trying to hide their nervousness.

The door closed behind them, and the antidote pills in their mouths were frightened and swallowed.

The ceremony will be held until eight o'clock in the evening, and there are still a few hours before the end.

Before falling, he also released the smoke/smoke block, the smoke was thick and foggy, and the visibility was extremely low.

The air in the air hood is enough to last for 10 minutes, and it will take less than 10 minutes to finish these tasks, so the deputy manager who waited outside only lasted 15 minutes, and couldn't help but open the door to check what happened.

I rushed over immediately when I heard the movement, staring at the sender who had already entered the cell.

The deputy manager went out of the prison, met someone, and arranged for someone to pour kerosene into the prison when he came back.

Lang Jiang and the others are not ordinary prisoners, and they are tied with ropes and gagged. How can they eat in this state?

I came out when they poured the kerosene, and I walked through the smoke without being affected at all. I walked into the hall and looked at the kerosene all over the floor, and the person in charge of setting the fire, I laughed.

His abnormal behavior made me have to doubt his motives, and I had reason to control him first.

He risked his life with this knife, and he also wanted to take Lang Jiang away.

The dagger pierced Lang Jiang's heart, and he used all his strength to stab Lang Jiang backwards.

"Ah—" he yelled, and when he turned around, he stepped on the kerosene, slipped and fell to the ground.

"It's too foggy here, why don't you light a torch and take a picture." I took out the torch and blew it on.

When he stepped into the cell, the breath had already entered his body.

The food delivery person should know the rules here better than I do. All prisoners who are tied up are not allowed to eat or drink.

"Nonsense! I, I'm afraid they will suffocate, let them take a breath." The food delivery person didn't mention the food, and found other reasons to distinguish for himself.

The low-level handymen of the Demon Cult do not know martial arts, they are ordinary people, sweeping the floor, cooking and washing clothes, just like ordinary domestic servants.

When he left, he was in a bad mood, and his negative emotions soared, which is often the performance of people when they want to do bad things.

The prison does not open fire, and meals for the guards and prisoners are prepared elsewhere and delivered on time.

He arranged for someone to lock the food delivery person into the cell next door, and sent two more people to guard the cell door.

The dagger flew, and it was impossible for him to move any longer, so I chopped him unconscious.

Unless you know this kind of martial arts, such as turtle breath work.

Since the conditions below are dirty and poor, and there are lunatics who can hurt people, I don't have to go down and take a look.

"Why can't I light it? It's too dark here, I can't see anything." I pretended to be puzzled.

"Here... here is kerosene everywhere, you must not see sparks." The deputy manager said anxiously.

"It's strange, why is there fire oil in the prison, and it's everywhere, don't be kidding, it should be water accidentally spilled by the guards."

"It's oil! It's kerosene. I, I arranged for someone to pour it."

(End of this chapter)