It is impossible for ordinary people like me to tell the purpose of the police's actions and the source of clues, so I didn't ask in detail, as long as I knew that the police were not targeting me, but were on our side, it was enough for me.

That's where the topic of Fortune Temple comes in. I then shifted the focus of the conversation to the strange things I found in prison.

The warden sighed and then his expression became solemn, saying that they had discovered some unexplained supernatural things in the prison after the first murder of the prisoner, such as the triangular heads with knives and chains, such as the Nazi officer - in fact, the prison guards had seen it that night three years earlier.

I asked him if he had deliberately put the matter down.

The warden told me frankly that not all prisoners are at risk of being killed, and that it is usually those who are "selected" for serious crimes, but there are also some prisoners with shorter sentences who have suffered, but those people have also taken advantage of the law to give light sentences.

To put it simply, these people who were killed were innocent in a sense.

Of course. This was not a reason for the prison director to conceal the murder of the prisoner, but the real reason was what the Nazi officer in the gas mask did subsequently.

On the third day of the investigation. The Nazi officers with triangular heads hung all the prison guards on the canopy overnight, and they also hung all kinds of torture instruments on the prison guards. The guards did not die, at best suffered minor injuries, but the extreme shock made it impossible for them to continue their work.

The warden did not believe in evil, and the next night he himself stayed in the prison to see who was so bold. As a result, the Nazi officer brought a huge metal weighing pan one man high, tied the warden to the weighing pan in a "large" shape, and then hung the weighing pan on the outer wall of the prison.

The Nazi officers warned the warden not to meddle in his affairs, that everything that happened in the prison was done by God's will, that those who died were actually forgiven by God, that death was only part of salvation, and that they would become servants of God in another world.

In order to keep the warden in mind, the Nazi officer pierced the warden's stomach with his hand and pulled his intestines out before leaving. Ironic brother.

The warden fainted from the pain, and when he woke up, he had been lying in the hospital for three days. When he woke up, he thought it might have been a dream, but the sharp pain in his stomach reminded him that it was all real.

Since then, he has stopped caring about what happened in prison, and even used his power and connections to suppress the whole incident. Three years have passed now, except for the prison guards and inmates. No one in the outside world knows what happened here.

Everyone has fear, and it doesn't mean that being a police officer doesn't mean you don't have to be afraid of death, so I can understand why the prison warden made such a decision. But understanding is understanding, this does not mean that I think he did the right thing, and I also made my position clear for the first time.

The warden nodded at me ashamedly and admitted, "I know I did this wrong, and felons are human beings, and they don't deserve to be killed like that." But I was so scared that even just thinking about that weird thing made my stomach hurt. But now the situation is different, Pastor Li can lower that thing, he said that you are also very capable, I really put all my hope on you. ”

"Trust us! But after this matter is settled. I hope that you will make amends to those who died because of your inaction, whether you resign or apologize or pay your condolences to the families of the deceased; But if you feel that what you did was not at all wrong, those people are damned, then I have nothing to say, all the decisions are yours. I said.

The warden frowned, a hint of hesitation on his face, but then he hid it with a reluctant smile.

He smiled and said to me, "I'll take care of these things myself, let's talk about that weird guy first, how else do you two need me to cooperate?" ”

I could see that the warden didn't want to continue the topic, and I didn't come to target him, so I simply followed his instructions and said, "Let's start with three years ago." Before the first appearance of the deceased, had anything special happened on the prison side, such as a building breaking down, a fire in the mountains, or an inmate behaving erratically? ”

The prison warden thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Three years ago, nothing special happened, and there are indeed a few people who feel quite strange when the prisoner speaks, you can see it with your own eyes." ”

"Okay, let's start with the prisoners." I nodded.

The warden immediately ordered all the prisoners who had entered the prison within six months before the murder to be brought to his office, and soon the prison guards brought in five prisoners. I was given information on the prisoners, which gave a detailed description of the crimes, in addition to their names and ages.

I took a quick look at the five men, and one of them, a skinny man with no left hand, immediately caught my attention.

The man's name is Zhao Lide, 46 years old, and he used to be a construction engineer. Four years ago, he won the lottery and made a fortune, and after moving away from his hometown, he became addicted to gambling, lost his left hand because of gambling, killed someone at the table, and ended up locked up here.

Suddenly a windfall, then addicted to gambling, and lost his left hand because of gambling...... Everything that happened to Zhao Lide was the same as those who were possessed by the golden toad in the Zhaocai Temple, which was obviously not a coincidence.

So I asked the warden to leave Zhao Lide alone in the office, and the other inmates could leave.

Zhao Lide's eyes were glazed and in a trance, as if everything that happened around him had nothing to do with him, and even if he was the only one of the five people left, he did not show the slightest panic or fear.

"How did you lose your hands?" I asked, pointing to his empty cuff.

"I lost the bet, I had no money, and I was cut." Zhao Lide replied with a stiff expression.

"Where do you gamble?" I continued to ask.

"At home, I go to my friends' houses, I go anywhere, there is no fixed place." Zhao Lide continued to reply in a numb tone.

There was no "nourishment" in his words, and I could see that it was pointless to continue wasting time on him, so I simply asked the warden to put this man back in his cell first, and then I walked around the prison with Brother Onion.

Brother Onion said that since he "persuaded the Nazi officers to retire" that night, he would patrol the prison every day with a Bible, a cross, and an exorcism charm. This trick is really good, the Nazi officer and the triangular head have never appeared again, and the reason why I waited in the parlor for half an hour before was because Brother Onion was patrolling and chanting a spell to prevent the Nazi officer from suddenly appearing and attacking the prisoner when he met me.

This method only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, so I told Brother Onion to stop chanting the mantra tonight - I'd rather let them come out than let those weird things stay in peace.

Soon we went around the whole prison, but the harvest was completely zero, so Brother Onion and I went to the door of Zhao Lide's cell again.

It was already late, but Zhao Lide did not sleep, but sat on the bed and stared at a thick Bible in his hand. There were no lights in the cell, and the faint light in the corridor was obviously not enough for Zhao Lide to read the words on the Bible, but he still kept his eyes on the Bible, and turned the pages from time to time, as if he was really reading.

I knocked lightly on the cell door, and Zhao Lide waited for a while before slowly turning his head to look at me.

"I am guilty, but the Lord will forgive all sins, and sinners will become servants of the Lord." Zhao Lide muttered in a weak voice, and the corners of his mouth turned up inexplicably, revealing a weird smile.

Something was obviously wrong, and I hurriedly asked the prison guard to open the door of Zhao Lide's cell. And just as the prison guard took the key and was about to open the door, suddenly all the doors of all the cells in the corridor opened by themselves, and then the prisoners who were locked inside also came out in strange postures.

Their movements look like zombies from a horror movie, one by one, and their eyeballs are rolled upwards, which makes them look weird.

Seeing this, Brother Onion hurriedly picked up his Bible and wanted to read it, but I raised my hand and pressed it on his Bible, signaling him not to worry.

Before Brother Onion could respond, the "zombie" prisoners who came out suddenly hugged their heads in pain one by one, and then knelt on the ground and roared heartbreakingly. At the same time, their bodies began to swell visibly, and the clothes on their bodies made a clattering and tearing sound.

After a few seconds, all of the prisoners had turned into big men with a height of almost two meters, and a large triangular hat appeared out of thin air on their heads, covering their heads and faces.

The triangular head has already appeared, and the Nazi officer should not be far from showing up!

After thinking about it, I hurriedly turned my eyes to Zhao Lide's cell, but Zhao Lide did not change his figure, he was still sitting on the bed in the cell, holding the Bible tightly in his hand. After muttering a few words that I couldn't understand at all, Zhao Lide suddenly snapped the Bible shut, and the sound was like some kind of offensive command, and those triangular heads immediately rushed towards us.

"They're just ghosts, you're getting sluggish!"

The voice of the candle dragon suddenly rang out of my head, and then the behemoth leaped out of my shadow, then opened its mouth and inhaled sharply. The triangular heads that rushed towards us were all sucked up by this powerful suction, and their bodies were visibly distorted and deformed in the air.

When the candle dragon swallowed all these triangular heads in one go, I realized that these people had no substance at all.

I hurried to the nearest open cell door, and found the prisoner still lying intact on the bed in the cell, sleeping peacefully, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

I didn't see the slightest hint of yin, but that's probably why the candle dragon felt that I was slowing down, and it was clear that this prison was no longer in the yang realm!