The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

The older catcher quickly slid over the text, and his eyes fell on the more intuitive and impactful pictures.

The first picture: severed limbs and arms are scattered on the ground. The corpses of the prison guards overlap each other in a twisted and horrifying posture, forming a shape like a huge monster.

They are motionless, like corpse puppets woven from the stitches of death, exuding a palpitating aura of fear, standing quietly in the center of the painting.

Second picture: The ground is covered with finely broken bones and minced meat. Under these remains, black and red sticky blood flows across, submerging the uppers of several boots.

The third picture: It is a filthy and dim pool, with cold and mottled iron chains tightly binding several prisoners who cannot move. There is turbid feces floating in the pool.

The fourth picture: The iron chain in the pool was torn into two parts, the hideous-looking corpse was floating on the water, and the filth in the water was dyed fresh red.

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The older head catcher thought he had seen many bloody scenes, but the pictures revealed in front of him still made him unable to recover for a long time.

Two thoughts flashed through his mind:

The first one is that this kind of photos can be leaked, which shows that there is a thief in the second prison, and the status is probably not low, there may be more than one, because the above words and pictures are not meant to peel off Qian Huan's skin. , this is clearly a posture that wants to kill him.

The second is that I am glad that I did not have a conflict with the prison guards just now. Those guys are all "human-eating" monsters.

The older catcher closed his phone and couldn't help but shuddered in his heart:

"The charred corpse downstairs at the scene was a prison guard from the second prison. Could it be that he was the conscientious prison guard who provided information to [Old Tree on the Graveyard]?"

The older catcher smelled a strong smell of conspiracy and power struggle. He frowned and turned to look at the few evidences retrieved from the scene in the back seat.

Mainly a intact laptop and a charred and deformed mobile phone, all of which belonged to the charred corpse. As for the mobile phone of the decapitated body, they did not find it. He concluded that it should have been taken away by the prison guards. .

"The two corpses have been dragged away by the incineration plant. They may have been burned to ashes by now, but what about the laptop and computer? Do they want to be smashed?"

The older catcher's mind was spinning wildly. He had a strong feeling that there might be secrets that could kill people in that computer or cell phone.

"It can't be sent back to the station. It might be a surprise to send it back. However, the smiling prison guard just asked us to help dispose of the body and did not mention destroying the computer and mobile phone. Did he forget it or did he not mention it on purpose?"

The older catcher's face was solemn, and his brain ached, and he couldn't make up his mind.

Wanting to destroy it in advance, I demolished the mine in advance, and then I did unnecessary things, causing others to misunderstand, and actually blew myself up to death.

The older catcher neither wanted to attract the attention of the people inside the second prison who wanted to kill Qian Huan, nor did he want to attract the attention of Qian Huan.

Although he was inclined to believe that the previous wave of people would most likely win, he also knew that the most terrifying thing was the counterattack of the trapped beast before it died.

"Damn it, why did this case happen to happen to me and Chen Yang?"

The older head catcher felt panicked after looking at his cell phone:

"The second prison case has been exposed, so will the case in my hands be uncovered later and attract attention?"

Originally, he planned to let Chen Yang be the case manager and supervise from the side in order to close the case quickly, but now, he realized that this approach would be too hasty.

He rubbed his swollen temples vigorously, feeling tired and anxious.

After a while, he glanced sideways at Chen Yang. Although he felt a little guilty, he suddenly covered his chest and groaned in pain:

"Hey, my heart hurts a little. You park on the side of the road and I'll go to the hospital. You can go back to the station by yourself."

Chen Yang quickly parked the car and asked with concern: "How are you doing? Is it important? I will go to the hospital with you?"

The older catcher waved his hand, quickly pulled off his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the driveway: "No, it's the same old problem. I just go to the hospital to get some medicine."

Chen Yang nodded and drove away. Looking in the rearview mirror at the back of the older catcher walking towards the hospital, a contemptuous sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Hmph, the old guy is too timid. No wonder he is just an ordinary head catcher at this age."

Chen Yang was not a fool. He knew what the old catcher was planning. He was almost certain that within this afternoon, he would receive news that the old catcher had asked for leave from the department and was hospitalized.

In this way, naturally, this case will be completely handed over to him alone.

In the past, it might not be as he wished, but recently the main force of the patrol room is in No. 8 Middle School, so...

It was hard for Chen Yang not to have this thought in his mind: "This time, the right time, the right place, the right people, and everyone want to help me seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

After Chen Yang drove a certain distance, he parked the car on the side of the road, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened an app, and quickly found the name of [Old Tree on the Graveyard] in the attention column.

Please...you...Collect_6Ⅰ9ⅠBookⅠ(Six\\\\\\Nine\\\\\\Book\\\\\\!)

While driving just now, he secretly glanced at the old catcher's mobile phone.

Isn't he just a new media person? Coincidentally, Chen Yang has also followed this person, but he does not use him as a "lightning rod". On the contrary, he uses him as a "lottery roulette". .

In the past, he had never won a prize, and he was not even qualified for the lottery. But today, the old catcher took the initiative to give in, and he won the lottery for the first time...

Chen Yang clicked into the news page, quickly browsed through the dense text, and stared at the horrific pictures with wide eyes, as if he could smell the disgusting smell of blood in his breath.

Chen Yang's face turned pale, but his breathing became excited involuntarily. He glanced at the number of viewers below and saw that there were hundreds of thousands of views, and the number was rising sharply every time it was refreshed.

He looked down at the endless comments section at the bottom. It was like boiling oil exploding in a pot, and it was so hot.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Chen Yang could no longer suppress the ecstasy in his heart. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and laughed wildly in the car.

"This is my shot, I won the first prize, hahaha!"

At this moment, Chen Yang had completely forgotten the second rule that the old catcher once taught him.

Of course he knew the risks involved in doing so, but he had a simpler truth in mind:

"You will become whoever you learn from. If you learn the rules of the old head catcher, I will just become another him when I get old!"

Chen Yang doesn't want to be a head catcher when he gets old. In the patrol room, the role model he wants to learn from and become is Li Shan, Feng Ju!