radicalducati 29. These are all made up by me.
29. These are all made up by me.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the prison guards woke up from a deep sleep and prepared to start a new day's work.
Whenever the giant cat takes action, the prison guards are affected by the sorcerer's area-of-effect hypnosis and fall into a deep sleep.
They slept in excellent quality; no amount of noise or bloodshed could wake them.
This allows them to shake off the day's fatigue and greet the next day with renewed energy.
It wasn't until the prison guards patrolled the solitary confinement area that the scene before him kept shocking him and shattering his worldview.
The heavy steel door of the solitary confinement cell had been violently damaged, and large charred marks remained on the walls and floor of the corridor, with a pungent ozone odor permeating the air.
"Hey, hey, something...something's happened!"
The prison guard relayed the message via walkie-talkie.
The message was reported up the chain of command, and in less than five minutes, the warden arrived with several trusted men, all sweating profusely.
In fact, strange tales have always circulated in the prison about huge, ferocious black shadows and games of hide-and-seek.
At first, the prison guards naturally didn't believe it, after all, what era are we living in now, we have to be scientific.
However, every now and then, prisoners would die mysteriously, and no reasonable explanation could be found at the scene.
However, a few fortunate inmates witnessed the giant cat's existence and heard it talking about hide-and-seek.
So the ghost stories of hide-and-seek have been passed down, and some have even become a bit eerie.
For example, if you don't engage in homosexuality, you'll be targeted, and a giant cat will come looking for you at night and drag you to Brokeback Mountain, etc. It sounds ridiculous, and it's obvious that they're just lusting after your body.
However, over time, the prison guards figured out a pattern: the guards themselves wouldn't get into trouble; it was always the prisoners who got into trouble, so they felt much more at ease.
Then they covered up the prisoner's mysterious death, pretending nothing had happened. After all, even if you told your superiors there was something dirty in the prison, they wouldn't believe you.
In this way, the prison guards and the sorcerers maintained a tacit understanding.
Everyone kept to themselves and lived in relative peace.
As for the patterns among the prisoners, it's hard to figure out. But number 9527 is only on his first day in prison.
Even if they're being targeted, it shouldn't be this fast; the appointed time hasn't even arrived yet!
Moreover, this 9527 was someone the Ai family specifically requested to take good care of.
Finished!
The warden's mind was filled with only two words: that new kid, now he probably wouldn't even have a complete body left.
How is he going to explain this to the Ai family? He's so worried!
Just as the warden was worrying, a prison guard exclaimed in disbelief.
"Boss...he...he's still alive!"
The warden snapped back to reality and led his men inside in a few quick steps.
Then they saw Jiang Chen sitting cross-legged on the floor in the solitary confinement cell, with many scratches on his face and body.
His prison uniform, which used to be perfectly fine, is now tattered and torn. No one knows what he went through last night; he looks utterly disheveled.
But he remained calm until he heard a noise, at which point he opened his eyes.
"you……"
Looking at Jiang Chen, who was unharmed, the warden could hardly believe that Jiang Chen was really still alive; this had never happened before.
"What happened last night...? How did you survive?"
Jiang Chen chuckled and uttered two words.
"you guess."
"Hey kid, how dare you talk like that? This is prison, do you think you're still outside? Answer the warden's questions honestly."
Before the warden could speak, his lackey opened his mouth first, brandishing a baton and trying to step forward to teach Jiang Chen the rules of the prison.
Jiang Chen asked in return,
"So, Warden, you've heard my story, do you know why I'm in here?"
The warden's heart skipped a beat. He had, of course, checked Jiang Chen's case file, which stated that he had acted in excessive self-defense, resulting in the deaths of more than twenty people.
At that time, he wondered what kind of ruthless character this was, that he could kill so many people.
However, the case file did not contain a detailed account of the events; it was only based on rumors that this kid was no ordinary person.
There are rumors that Jiang Chen can control lightning.
Looking at the charred marks in the corridor now, the warden thought that the rumor was quite accurate.
"I……"
As the warden opened his mouth, unsure how to respond, Jiang Chen spoke again, dropping a bombshell.
"It was around midnight when a calico cat, which was as big as a Siberian tiger, came to play hide-and-seek with me."
The moment these words were spoken, the air froze. The warden and the guards turned pale and began to back away.
The ghost stories in prison... are true!
Knowing there are rumors is one thing, having suspicions is another, but without concrete evidence, they can deceive themselves, telling themselves it's all fake, just hearsay.
But when the rumors and speculations are confirmed, and their self-deception is ruthlessly exposed, things are completely different; fear is then materialized.
Before they could catch their breath, Jiang Chen pressed on, saying, "That giant cat was a vengeful spirit created by a sorcerer."
Every now and then, prisoners die mysteriously. The causes and manner of their deaths may vary, but they all have one thing in common.
"Their internal organs, all their viscera, have vanished without a trace, haven't they?"
The warden and guards had their defenses completely breached by Jiang Chen. They were all pale-faced, their Adam's apples bobbing as they swallowed, a sign of extreme tension.
However, Jiang Chen hadn't finished speaking; he needed to make these people understand the seriousness of the matter.
"This is the most insidious method of raising ghosts in the art of black magic. The five internal organs correspond to the five elements, and it feeds on the organs of living people, especially the most vicious and wicked ones. Once a ghost raised in this way is successfully raised, it will be born as a ghost king."
The warden almost knelt down before Jiang Chen on the spot; his eyes were filled with nothing but awe as he looked at Jiang Chen.
Master, this is a true master.
There was no way around it; what Jiang Chen said was all true. The warden had personally handled dozens of such cases, so he had no choice but to believe it.
Furthermore, Jiang Chen presented a set of seemingly mysterious yet perfectly logical theories, which completely won over the warden.
He now had only one thought: Jiang Chen must be a disciple of some unassuming, reclusive master who had come down from the mountain to gain experience in the world.
"I never said anything like that."
Cat Lord, who was hiding to the side, rolled his eyes and communicated with Jiang Chen telepathically.
Jiang Chen remained calm and responded without changing his expression.
"I know that I made all of this up on the spot. The more outlandish the story, the more scared they will be, and the more obediently they will cooperate with me."
Cat Master fell silent. This kid is black sesame filling, huh? I didn't really notice before.