Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

The forensic assistant coughed awkwardly, breaking the tense atmosphere. "My suggestion is to request a full forensic autopsy."

Let the pathological sections and toxicological analysis results speak for themselves.

If there are indeed doubts, an autopsy is the most reliable way to clarify the situation.

Selena nodded immediately. "I agree. We must find out the real cause of death."

With two prison guards dying under suspicious circumstances, we cannot simply let any possibility slip by unnoticed.

Elizabeth Sarah simply shrugged indifferently. "Sure, I have no objection."

You can apply for it as you see fit.

However…” she changed the subject, her gaze sweeping over Selena and the forensic assistant, “I’m almost 100% sure the family will absolutely not agree.”

Upon hearing this, the forensic assistant nodded, indicating that he agreed with Sarah's assessment.

Without clear evidence of homicide, and without being classified as a criminal case, it is impossible to file a case.

In such cases, the consent of the immediate family members is required to perform a forensic autopsy on the body.

The family members will most likely not agree.

The reason is simple—interests.

Both Robinson and Will died suddenly while still employed.

If the cause of death on the death certificate can be explained as "possibly related to work stress or occupational characteristics," such as sudden cardiac death or acute illness, the family can file a workers' compensation claim with the state government and the prison system.

This is a substantial amount of compensation, enough to secure the livelihood of his wife and children for the next few years.

Conversely, if an autopsy is performed and some unrelated medical condition is discovered, making it impossible to recognize as a work-related injury, then the compensation may be lost.

In the face of tangible benefits, everything else is meaningless.

In America, it's common for women to flee overnight with buckets when a man falls ill.

Many families fall into poverty due to illness and are dragged down by exorbitant medical bills.

In America, he'd be a billionaire NBA star; a woman could bankrupt him with a divorce.

In addition, the family wants to successfully receive the workers' compensation.

A formal claim needs to be submitted to the relevant state department immediately, requiring a pile of documents and the prison doctor's signature.

In short, to obtain compensation, you need a medical endorsement that the compensation review committee deems "reasonable".

If Sarah does not acknowledge a sufficient connection between her death and her work, and refuses to sign key documents, her family will not receive compensation.

Selena's face darkened, and she lowered her voice, her tone dripping with undisguised sarcasm: "Elizabeth, I think you've been completely bewitched by that Chinese kid, haven't you?"

Sarah was neither angered nor ashamed. Instead, she met her gaze and slightly raised her chin: "That's right, Selena."

Lin is very strong, extremely strong, I absolutely adore him.

What, you have a problem with that?

Her frank and unreserved admission left Selena speechless for a moment.

"You're utterly shameless! You'll regret this."

Selena's voice trembled with anger.

Sarah's smile faded slightly. "I never regret what I do, at least not now."

If you don't see eye to eye, even half a sentence is too much.

Selena glared at Sarah, then suddenly turned and left without looking back.

Sarah watched her figure disappear through the door, then turned to the forensic assistant:

"If they need my cooperation in providing their medical records or certificates from their time in office, I can simply send an email to the prison medical office according to the established procedure."

Around 5 p.m., it was dinner time at the prison.

It was still sweet corn kernels, mashed potatoes, and hot dogs.

The scene was the same. The two Koreans next to Lin Feng had just sat down with their plates and hadn't even had time to pick up their plastic forks when several black prisoners at the next table grabbed the hot dogs from their plates.

They tore at each other and shared the food, making mocking laughs.

The two Koreans looked grim, their lips twitching a few times, but they didn't dare to speak. They just looked at Lin Feng with pleading eyes.

Lin Feng didn't bother to pay attention.

American prisons are like real gladiatorial arenas, where racial discrimination, national and ethnic hatred, and gang turf wars are amplified to an extreme degree.

In this dog-eat-dog world, Asians are usually at the bottom of the food chain and are the most vulnerable to being bullied and plundered.

Lin Feng is a miracle.

While eating, Lin Feng keenly noticed that there seemed to be several unfamiliar Asian faces in the restaurant.

They sat scattered about, looking anxious and out of place with their surroundings.

Li Honggang, observing Lin Feng's expression, immediately leaned close to Lin Feng's ear and whispered, "Brother Lin, those five over there, the ones who look fearful, are Japanese soldiers."

The three people against the wall are very young, with a student-like appearance; they are our international students who just arrived today.

I heard they fought with the Japanese and were wiped out in one fell swoop.

Lin Feng hummed in agreement, having roughly understood about 70-80% of what was going on.

The domestic internet environment emphasizes harmony, and some historical grievances and current conflicts cannot be brought to the forefront for heated discussion.

However, overseas, such confrontations and conflicts based on ethnic hatred tend to erupt in a more direct and intense manner.

The online community is engaging in online mudslinging.

I don't usually have the chance, but now that I'm in prison, I won't hold back.

"Those little devils deserve to be beaten."

Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, "After we finish eating, find an opportunity to beat me as hard as you can."

Li Honggang whispered, "Brother Lin, after the free time, it's time for showers."

There are no security cameras in the public bathhouse, and it's very steamy, making it a traditionally good place to relieve oneself.

Lin Feng nodded and said nothing more.

After dinner, the prisoners went to the indoor common rest area.

Some were reading books or watching TV, some were exercising, and others were chatting in small groups.

Lin Feng found a relatively quiet bench and sat down. "Go and call the three of them over to ask them what happened."

Li Honggang gave him a wink, and Matthew immediately understood. He led Paul and Steven and quickly walked towards the three bewildered children huddled in the corner.

Soon, the three were brought before Lin Feng.

They were all in their early twenties.

The two men wore black-rimmed glasses, were rather thin, and had a look of panic on their faces.

The other one had an American-style spiky haircut, was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and was noticeably more robust than his companion. His eyes also showed a hint of wariness and forced composure.

The three looked nervously at the young and handsome Asian man in front of them, who exuded a composure and even a sense of oppression that was inconsistent with his age.

No one knows Lin Feng's identity.

Matthew respectfully said to Lin Feng, "Boss, the person has been brought."

Lin Feng raised his eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over the three of them. Ignoring their nervousness, he asked directly, "Where are you all from?"

A bespectacled international student instinctively asked, "Who are you?"

Lin Feng didn't speak, but Li Honggang immediately whispered, "This is Brother Lin, he's the boss here."

"Boss?" The three Liuzi were stunned at the same time, looking at Lin Feng in disbelief.

The person in front of them looked no older than them, and also had a Chinese face.

In this prison, which holds an average of nearly 430 inmates of all kinds every day and is rife with violence and racial conflict, how could a Chinese person become the boss?

It sounds like a complete fantasy.

All three of them were filled with doubt. They were absolutely certain the other party was exaggerating.

My heart was filled with more doubt and vigilance.

When you're overseas, you sometimes need to be wary not only of foreigners, but also of overly enthusiastic fellow countrymen.

The tall, American-style spiky exchange student asked warily, "What do you want with us?"

He was the calmest-looking of the three.

Lin Feng ignored their suspicions and simply said in Chinese, "No matter who's fighting the Japanese, my 358th Regiment will definitely lend a hand."