I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

The fourth day of land reclamation

Another person died.

This time it wasn't even a prisoner who died, but a prison guard.

The old prison guard standing at the front was so weak that he couldn't move. It was the two prison guards who moved to the side with each other's hands to calm down, and then ran to notify the warden.

Yu Ci was in the severe punishment room, and Jiang Fang was sitting on a rusty iron chair opposite Yu Ci.

His hands and feet were bound by leather belts, his mouth and nose were sealed by soft wet towels, and the fine water molecules occupied the air, making him breathless.

There was a knock on the door.

"Director, another person died during the labor reform." The prison guard quickly walked into the severe punishment room and said in a low voice.

Yu Ci's fingers trembled when he heard the words, but soon he stood up expressionlessly, and said coldly, "I see. Keep an eye on him."

"Yes."

When Jiang Fang heard the conversation between the two, his eyes widened instantly, and he struggled to get up—someone died again? !It's still daytime!Why didn't you follow the rules? !

The prison guard firmly held down the wet towel covering Jiang Fang's face, flashed the electric baton in his hand twice, and warned, "Be honest!"

Yu Ci walked quickly on the way to the rose garden.

The cowhide-soled boots stepped on the concrete floor, and there was an indistinct urgency.

When he arrived at the rose garden, he saw Feng Huai standing in front of the corpse. It was probably because the prison guards stopped him from looking through the corpse.

"Prisoner!" The prison guard saw Yu Ci approaching, and immediately stood up straight and shouted.

Yu Ci went straight to Feng Huai, his gaze stayed on Feng Huai for two seconds, then he skipped him and looked at the prison guard: "What's the situation?"

Feng Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, why did he feel that the gaze just now seemed to be confirming something?

"The one who died was Tang Jieming." The prison guard said in a low voice, and handed the glove to Yu Ci, "It was hung on a twig. I looked at the roses on his body, and they seemed to grow from his body."

Tang Jieming was the prison guard who smiled especially narrowly when Yu Ci took over to inspect Feng Huai.

Yu Ci nodded slightly, put on his gloves, lifted the yellow cord that blocked him, bent over and walked in.

He paused, then looked back at Feng Huai: "I remember you are a surgeon? Come in with me."

The prison guard was taken aback when he heard the words: "Director, isn't this appropriate?" How could a prisoner help to examine the corpse?

Yu Ci glanced at him indifferently: "Look at the weather forecast."

The prison guard didn't react. What does this have to do with the weather?

But out of unconditional awe of the warden, the prison guard subconsciously took out his mobile phone to check the weather.

"From [-]:[-] p.m. today, there will be torrential rain and heavy rainfall in some mountainous areas. Residents nearby, please be prepared..." The prison guard's voice stopped, "It's going to rain? The mountain road has to be closed."

"No wonder... when the forensic department and the criminal police brigade arrive from the foot of the mountain, it will probably be tomorrow. The corpse and the scene have already been destroyed." The prison guard reacted.

So it takes a surgeon's prisoner to help out.

Although surgeons and forensic doctors are somewhat distant, but...

The prison guard glanced at the young man who had already stood beside the warden.

He was very impressed with the charges the young man had been sent to death row.

A surgeon turned murder into an extremely precise operation, each one an exquisite work of art.

After he saw the other party's criminal file, he no longer dared to underestimate this gentle and slightly sick man.

> In terms of anatomical techniques and familiarity with the human body, this man is certainly no stranger than a forensic doctor.

On Feng Huai's side, he was also looking for information about this body in his mind.

He smiled inwardly, and had to say that this body was like him in another world.

In another plane, Emperor Fenghuai's reputation is as good as it is bad.

He practiced bone surgery and was proficient in various tissues and acupoints of the human body. He could cut out human bones and dismantle human sticks with only spiritual power.

It is rumored that Emperor Fenghuai galloped six dragons to conquer the Three Realms, drove eight dragons to conquer Kyushu, filled the world with benevolence, and blessed all living beings to be peaceful. Nearly a hundred people were dealt with, and the blood debt was heavy, so they could not ascend.

The so-called bone technique refers to the connection between the spiritual power and the physical body. If the spiritual power is inexhaustible, the physical body will also be inexhaustible.

A person at the pinnacle of bone technique can even live without dying.

Therefore, those who trampled and degraded him trampled him to the extreme, and those who praised and admired him believed that the emperor must have a reason, and those hundred people must die.

Feng Huai felt that this body was very similar to him from another angle.

"What did you see?"

The prison guard heard the warden questioning Feng Huai in a low voice, so he took advantage of the situation to look over.

Feng Huai squatted down, and gently lifted the "overgrown" roses on the corpse with a stick.

"At least, I can see that these roses didn't grow from its body." Feng Huai said with a twitch of his mouth, and glanced lightly at the prison guard standing aside, with an obvious smile.

The prison guard's expression was not good, but because the warden was beside him, he could only hold back his voice.

Feng Huai went on to say in detail: "Look at the place under these flower stems where it connects to the skin of the corpse. The surgical wound is very small, and the wound was sutured up with very thin surgical thread. The stitching method is crisp and neat, and it is very beautiful. .”

Yu Ci nodded in agreement, he straightened up, and looked at Feng Huai: "Then do you think, in this death row prison on the cliff, who else can perform such a beautiful surgical suture?"

Hearing this, the prison guard's expression changed suddenly, he suddenly looked at Feng Huai, and nervously touched the electric baton pinned to his waist.

Obviously, besides Feng Huai, who else can do it?

Feng Huai noticed the prison guard's actions, and the irony in his eyes was even more serious: "This man's technique is very good, but this level of surgery doesn't have to be performed at my level. How can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer."

The prisoners next to him smiled knowingly. Arthur grinned, raised his chin, and applauded him openly.

The prison guard's face became even more ugly, and his hand on the electric baton was a little embarrassed.

He snorted viciously, turned his head and looked at the warden, expecting what method the warden would use to deal with this arrogant new prisoner.

——Be sure to let this ignorant newcomer have a good experience of the famous scene where the prison warden established his reputation.

The warden, who had high hopes, took a deep look at Feng Huai, and said lightly, "Indeed, if it were you, you would definitely do better."

"..." The prison guard cracked open.

Feng Huai squinted his eyes. The 72-hour visual impairment debuff made him unable to see the deep meaning in the other person's eyes, but he intuitively felt that the "you" that the person said meant both him and not him.

After I finished speaking, I didn't say anything more, and turned to order the prison guards to remove the corpse from the thorn.

The prison guard leaned over with a bitter face, and put his hands through the armpits of the corpse, trying to slowly pull the corpse out of the thorns.

But I didn't think about it, as soon as he moved, Yu Ci and Feng Huai frowned at the same time, and shouted to stop: "Wait a minute!"

After the two finished speaking, before the prison guard could react, he saw the whole corpse shaking violently, falling apart in full view of everyone!

Tang Jieming's whole body was torn apart in an instant, scattered into pieces of well-proportioned pieces of meat, like heavenly maids scattered flowers, and there were four or five pieces in the hands of the prison guards alone.

Feng Huai stood near the edge, with pale blood like a curtain of mist covering his eyes. When the body parts flew towards him, he didn't notice it immediately.

In the past, even if his vision was damaged, his five keen senses would be enough for him to escape, but now this body is not as good as before.

Fortunately, Yu Ci pulled Feng Huai back a big step, avoiding the flying pieces of meat.

He frowned and looked at Feng Huai, subconsciously raised his hand to reach Feng Huai's eyes, noticed Feng Huai's slightly backward avoiding posture, paused, and retracted it again.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" He asked in a deep voice.

"It's nothing." Feng Huai said distractedly, he looked at the scene where the corpses were scattered, his brows were slightly frowned.

The prison guard closest to the corpse froze in place with a pale face, and even forgot to breathe.

Many prisoners standing behind him also stared wide-eyed. For people like them, this scene felt a little too much.

Arthur stood there expressionless, a piece of intestine rolling to his feet.

The prisoner beside him couldn't hold back, subconsciously grabbed Arthur's arm and bent over to retch.

"Get out." Arthur said coldly, kicking the man away.

The prison guard suddenly came back to his senses, shook his hand, threw off the fleshy lumps and fell to the ground.

"It's... a cunning operation." Feng Huai narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice.

Yu Ci looked at the broken pieces of meat on the ground: "Those dead roses and thorns are not only decorations, but also knots connecting them."

The corpse had long been chopped into pieces, but it was perfectly spliced ​​together by roses and thorns.On the surface, it looks like an intact artistic corpse.

However, when the prison guards were moving the corpse, the roses and thorns loosened, and the pieces of the corpse that were originally bound together broke apart.

The prison guard couldn't bear it any longer and vomited everything he had eaten during the day.For a moment, the sour and bloody smell soaring into the sky intertwined, no one could bear it.

"Call a few people over and clean up the scene." Seeing this, Yu Ci pulled Feng Huai out of the cordon area, and ordered the prison guard inside who was vomiting profusely.

"All the things related to the corpse, the rose thorns and the soil, don't let go of any details, pack them up and send them to the basement."

"Received." The prison guard responded with a groan, wiped the corner of his mouth, subconsciously glanced at the mess, then turned around and continued to vomit again.

"The others were escorted back to their cells, and the reform through labor was cancelled," Yu Ci said.

Feng Huai cleared his throat, slightly lifted the wrist still held by Yu Ci, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Yu Ci glanced at him, let go of his hand, and said calmly, "You follow me."

It seems that there is no such thing as grabbing someone's wrist.

However, the thick-skinned skill of the young warden was the degree to which the roots of his ears were red.

Feng Huai noticed the slightly reddish pinnae of the other party's ears, raised his brows, and became more curious about the warden who seemed to be an old acquaintance.

He nodded and said, "Okay."

The author has something to say: Yu Ci: I just can't help it

Feng Huai: Can't help but eat my tofu?

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