Alien Dust

Chapter 353 Detective Wu Hen

The moonlight was cold, like frost falling on the high walls of the prison.

Having lived in the small town for some time, this was the first time that Wu Hen officially entered prison.

The prison is heavily guarded, and its high walls almost completely isolate it from the living area of ​​the town. Whether entering from the outside or exiting from the inside, one must pass through heavy metal doors.

There is mostly metal in the prison, most of which were forged using smelting methods that Wu Hen is not familiar with. The interior is like a steel barrier that is quite old.

"I didn't expect this. I thought you would be put in heavy shackles, washed clean, and thrown into a cell where no sunlight could be seen. But it turned out that you were invited in as a master to assist us." The prison warden Le Wei had his usual dry sense of humor. He came forward when he saw Wu Hen.

The female officer Fan Ke rolled her eyes, somewhat disgusted by the warden, an old man, joking regardless of the occasion. After all, one of their colleagues died in there.

"I still need to stay in the command room. Most of the time, Warden Fan handles the problems in this prison, but the problem of evil spirits is indeed tricky. Considering that you are the only person in our town who possesses extraordinary abilities, you have thick skin and strong vitality, and are less likely to die than ordinary people even if attacked by evil spirits. That's why I want you to assist Miss Fan in handling this matter. At the same time, I also hope that you can protect Miss Fan to prevent her from being harmed by evil spirits." Warden Le Wei continued.

"If you asked me to protect Miss Fan at the beginning, I wouldn't even ask for any reward. After all, protecting the few remaining beautiful young flowers in this town is the duty and obligation that temporary citizens of this town should fulfill." Wu Hen said.

The two men showed slightly obscene expressions at the same time, showing the greasy feeling of middle-aged age.

Fan Ke was already starting to feel nauseous, and she walked towards the depths of the prison.

Le Wei pointed, signaling Wu Hen to follow quickly.

"Leave it to me, the famous detective Wu Hen!" Wu Hen also quickened his pace and followed Fan Ke into the prison.

There are actually not many prison guards inside the prison. The entire prison adopts a semi-automated supervision method. The prisoners inside must also abide by the cell rules and serve out their sentences. Every once in a while, the prisoners will wear the same neck handcuffs that Wu Hen had worn before and go to the town to work.

Apart from the workers in the town, the most reliable labor force should be the prisoners.

"This evil spirit is quite cunning. It hides among the prisoners and comes out to commit crimes when we let our guard down." As they walked, Fan Ke told Wu Hen about the evil spirit in detail.

"Can evil spirits disguise themselves as humans?" Wu Hen said with some surprise.

"Well, these are high-level evil spirits. They are good at camouflage and have the memories and wisdom of their previous lives. However, because their bodies have undergone great mutations, they need to suck the flesh and blood of living people to sustain their lives. During the day, they will act like they are still alive, and only go out to hunt at night..." Fan Ke said.

"This is tricky." Wu Hen said.

"We have prison guards who patrol the night to ensure that the mutation index of some prisoners is not too high. But you also know that dark radiation will have an impact on our bodies after nightfall. In the absence of a crisis, healthy people should reduce work and activities at night," said Fan Ke.

"Your prison guards also take turns to prevent a prison guard from working for a long time at night and affecting his health?" Wu Hen asked.

"Yes, but our town has limited manpower, and sometimes there are only a few prison guards on duty at night. Last night, an old prison guard went to the fifth-floor cell alone to save patrol time and was killed there." Fan Ke said.

"Can the evil spirit escape from your cell?" Wu Hen asked.

"It's not clear yet, but we can't rule out the possibility that it has such ability. Evil spirits are born from dark radiation, and most of our technologies rely on dark energy. There is a risk that our technology will fail in the face of some special evil spirits." Fan Ke said.

Wu Hen nodded.

If evil spirits are compared to ghosts, then physical salvation is definitely more difficult.

Just like in some horror movies, when those ghosts appear, the power system often fails, and gunfire is basically ineffective against these ghosts...

"There are twelve cells on the fifth floor, most of which are for serious criminals."

"We now suspect that the murderer is from Room 7 because the body of our fellow prison guard was found near Cell 7." Fan Ke told Wu Hen what happened last night.

At this time, they had already reached the fifth-floor prison, and other prison guards were working overtime and on duty here.

"Then let's go to the scene first." Wu Hen said.

"I heard that you Xuanzhen people can see things that we can't see without the help of instruments and equipment?" Fan Ke asked.

"Well, we call it spiritual awakening, which means awakening of perception."

"Oh, we have such people too, but they rarely come to such small places," said Fan Ke.

Opened the heavy door on the fifth floor.

Wu Hen and Fan Ke went to Cell No. 7 accompanied by two prison guards.

In cell No. 7, a man with no hair on his head sat in the dim iron cell. When a living person appeared in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up, like a cheetah hiding in the shadows, revealing an inexplicable ferocity and desire.

"This guy is addicted to killing." Fan Ke said with some disgust.

"I've seen you from afar. It's a pity that you weren't sent in. We've already held a welcome ceremony for you..." said the hairless man in cell No. 7, his eyes fixed on Wu Hen.

It seemed that even in prison, he was unable to suppress his inner desire to kill.

"It was you who committed the crime yesterday. Are you an evil spirit?" Wu Hen asked directly.

Fan Ke thought that Wu Hen had some special ability, that he could open his spiritual eyes and perform some mysterious magic, but he ended up asking directly and sincerely.

"Hehe, I saw how he died. The blood in his neck rushed to his throat, and he was choked to death by his own blood... How pitiful. I quite liked him on night duty. He would chat with me from time to time, like an old friend." said the hairless prisoner.

"Answer the question!" Fan Ke was irritated and yelled.

"He crawled a few steps towards me, hoping that I could save him. He must have been in a lot of pain at the time, so much so that he was unconscious. You know, he was a prison guard and I was a prisoner, and he actually expected me to really help him like his old friend." "Shut up!" Fan Ke felt that the prisoner was deliberately humiliating them, the prison guards.

"Can the cell be opened?" Wu Hen asked.

"But if he is an evil spirit..." said the prison guard next to him.

"Open." Fan Ke gave the order.

The prison guard had no choice but to take out the key and open the cell.

During the unlocking process, the hairless prisoner shrank back a little, but it was not because he was afraid, but because he was obviously ready to go.

"Kick!"

The steel cell opened upside down, and the next second the hairless prisoner pounced out like a cheetah, his target was the tall Fan Ke.

Fan Ke reacted quickly and immediately pulled out the anti-magnetic firearm.

But before she could shoot, Wu Hen had already raised his foot and kicked the hairless prisoner into the cell.

The kick was so powerful that it turned the murderer into a maggot, curling up and twisting on the ground.

Wu Hen is a ruthless man who doesn't talk much. He just went up and started kicking the opponent violently.

The murderer had never seen such exquisite leg skills before. Each kick avoided his vital points but still made him feel excruciating pain. Some of the kicks even landed directly on the intersection of his thighs. If a little more force was used, he would not have a single hair on his body.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!" the murderer wailed. "I said, what do you want to know? I'll tell you."

"What did the evil spirit you saw look like? What were its characteristics? And how did it kill people?" Wu Hen interrogated.

"You...why don't you ask me if I am an evil spirit?" the murderer asked in confusion.

"You're such a weakling. If the evil spirit had your ability, would I, your grandfather, need to do it myself?" Wu Hen said with disdain.

Wu Hen asked directly.

It’s nothing more than going through a process.

Anyway, a beating is inevitable.

If someone is beaten half to death and can fight back, or beat him violently, or makes a big transformation, then the evil spirit has no way to escape.

He has been beaten like this but still hasn't revealed his true colors. He is most likely an ordinary murderer.

"Last night, I saw two prison guards. I didn't know the other one. He was the one who killed Lao Zhao." said the murderer.

"Nonsense, we have a duty log, and Lao Zhao was the only one on patrol on the fifth floor last night." Fan Ke said.

"There is no need for me to lie to you. The evil spirit also threatens the lives of us prisoners." said the murderer.

"Is there any surveillance?" Wu Hen asked.

"These images cannot capture evil spirits, and when evil spirits appear, the images will become ineffective," said Fan Ke.

"Then there must be video recording whether Lao Zhao was on duty alone or with others last night." Wu Hen said.

"They say the surveillance on the fifth floor is out of order. How can we check it?" said a prison guard nearby.

Fan Ke quickly understood what Wu Hen meant. He glared at the self-righteous prison guard and said, "His image is invalid. Wouldn't he check the images of other night guards? If the images of other night guards are all there, it means he is indeed alone. If the images of others are incomplete, either he is an evil spirit or he killed Lao Zhao."

"Ah? Could it be that the evil spirit is among our prison guards?" The two prison guards were stunned.

"That needs to be taken into consideration as well." Wu Hen said.

"Hurry up!" Fan Ke urged.

Wu Hen observed the structure of the fifth floor.

The place where Lao Zhao died happened to be a corner. The only one who could see clearly what happened here was the murderer in cell No. 7.

The murderer was telling the truth, and the evil spirit was one of the prison guards who was on duty yesterday.

"Aren't there other prisoners killed? Did they die in their own cells?" Wu Hen asked.

"Yes, they all died in their cells because they disguised it as suicide. It is common for prisoners to commit suicide in their cells, and we didn't take it seriously at first," said Fan Ke.

"That's interesting." Wu Hen touched his chin.

"What's wrong?" Fan Ke asked puzzledly.

"The evil spirit initially killed prisoners because it knew it would not be easy to be exposed if the dead were prisoners. Why did it take the risk and kill a prison guard last night?" Wu Hen analyzed.

This sentence woke up Fan Ke. She immediately looked at the place where Lao Zhao died and said excitedly: "Lao Zhao must have discovered something, so the evil spirit had to kill him!"

(End of this chapter)