sinovels Chapter 348 The Murder Prison
Chapter 348 The Murder Prison
Chapter 348 The Murder Prison
Changbai Mountain, Tianchi Lake, Xiaolingyu Prison, Prison Master's Hall.
The hall was dimly lit, and eighteen jailers stood silently on both sides, like clay or wooden sculptures.
In the center of the hall, a muscular man was tightly bound by ropes, his knees slamming heavily to the ground as he struggled desperately.
A huge hanging clock stood before him, its pendulum swinging silently.
A young man draped in an old blanket faced the clock, his back to him, and never turned around.
"I am an investigator from the Anomalies Management Bureau, currently on a mission!"
The man struggled, his voice trembling with anger: "You've delayed the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs' mission, can you afford to take responsibility for that?"
The young man didn't turn around, his voice as soft as a feather falling to the ground: "Are you using the Bureau of Abnormalities to pressure me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the eighteen jailers on either side simultaneously gleamed crimson, and they all stared at the man with icy hostility in their eyes.
The man took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and softened his tone: "Lord Prisoner, I've heard of you."
There must be a reason why you take someone away.
So, could you give me a reason to arrest me?
The young man maintained his calm, almost indifferent tone, and still only showed him his thin back: "What were you doing at 12:03 noon today?"
The man frowned: "I'm on a mission abroad."
The young man slowly shook his head: "Who did you meet on the way?"
The man frowned even more, trying hard to recall, but finally shook his head: "I didn't encounter any special people or things along the way. Time was tight, and I didn't have time to think about it."
Atlantis has appeared, and the Bureau of Anomalies has urgently dispatched investigators to the site.
The man was a mid-level investigator agent from the bureau, but he was intercepted by the guards of Little Spirit Prison shortly after entering the airport.
The young man spoke calmly and slowly, like flowing water: "At 12:03, an old woman of about sixty years old begged from you."
You ignored her, didn't even glance at her, and walked straight into the airport.
The man stood there stunned for a long time before he finally spoke in disbelief: "Just—just for this?"
"You stopped me at the airport just for this?"
His anger finally erupted, and his voice suddenly rose: "Do you even know how much trouble you've caused?!"
He gasped for breath, trying his best to calm himself down, his voice tinged with pleading: "I accept the punishment. Could you let me finish the task first?"
After the mission, as long as I'm alive, I'll give all my money to that beggar.
No, even if I die, my entire estate will go to her.
The young man said softly, "Justice delayed is justice denied."
Therefore, I will try my best to bring justice as soon as possible.
He paused, his tone still light but unquestionable: "Punishment: Imprisonment in the Prison for the Unvirtuous."
After serving his sentence, he personally sought out the old woman to apologize and gave her five hundred yuan.
Two jailers, upon receiving orders, stepped forward, grabbed the man, and led him outside.
The man roared angrily, his voice echoing in the empty hall, but was ultimately shut out by the heavy hall doors.
A moment later, two more jailers brought in people.
With a flick of their wrists, the man stumbled and fell to the ground—
He wasn't annoyed, and simply sat down cross-legged; it was Heila.
The young man, with his back to the main hall, spoke in a voice as soft as a wisp of smoke: "You killed someone, no excuses needed. Punishment: imprisonment in the murder jail."
Sheila lazily picked at her ear, a playful smile on her lips: "Murder prison?"
I have heard that the Avici Hell has a hell of freezing cold where people kill, and the Netherworld has a ninth level of the Mountain of Knives.
Both of these places are where killers should go.
The character "生" refers to cattle, sheep, fish, and insects, not just people.
In the eyes of the gods, humans are no different from cattle, sheep, fish, and insects; all living beings are equal.
He tilted his head, his eyes full of mockery: "But where did your 'murder prison' come from?"
A place specifically for detaining murderers?
I find it quite absurd.
"Those two poachers injured the tiger, so I killed them. What's wrong with that?"
The young man, with his back to him, offered no further explanation, but calmly stated: "First, I created the Lesser Spirit Prison, and I decide the rules."
Murder is a far greater crime than killing cattle, sheep, or fish.
In the only lesson Jiang Chaosheng ever taught him, he imparted only one principle:
Whoever has the bigger fist can measure morality.
The young man continued, "Secondly, those two jailers were originally there to arrest those two poachers, but they just happened to witness you committing murder."
Furthermore, as far as I know, you not only killed the two poachers, but also the tiger you rescued.
Sheila yawned and nodded casually: "Yes, that's right, I killed them all."
Just like you said, whoever has the bigger fist gets to call the shots.
Now, my fist is bigger than yours, so the right to speak should naturally be in my hands as well.
The young man did not respond.
At the same moment, the eighteen prison guards sensed the murderous aura emanating from Sheila and sprang up to pounce on her.
Sheila didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, and with a slight wave of her hand, a gray light silently swept past. The eighteen jailers froze simultaneously, then collapsed limply to the ground, lifeless.
Sheila glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, a hint of disappointment in her eyes, and sneered, "I thought the things Lucifer left behind were something special, but they're all just shoddy stuff."
He was created by the Western God to fill the void left by Lucifer's fall, so he always wanted to compete with Lucifer.
The young man remained with his back to him, motionless, and simply uttered three words: "Li Xinyuan, help me."
A magic circle suddenly lit up the ground, and as the light flowed, Li Xinyuan, who had reached the level of a demigod, appeared from the circle.
His gaze swept across the scene inside the hall, and his brows furrowed deeply.
There was an extremely ominous aura emanating from Sheila.
Sheila glanced at him and scoffed, "A demigod, you think?"
Li Xinyuan's muscles tensed instantly, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Sheila's tone suddenly turned serious, carrying an irresistible authority: "Kneel down."
Li Xinyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
A crushing pressure from the bloodline of the gods crashed down like a mountain, causing his spine to groan under the unbearable weight, his legs to tremble violently, and his knees to buckle involuntarily toward the ground.
In Atlantis, after becoming a god, Shirley terrified the demigod merman with just one sentence, causing him to lose his mind and become utterly horrified.
At this moment, Li Xinyuan was facing a killing intent that was even purer and colder than that.
He gritted his teeth and desperately circulated the "War God Dragon King Technique" within his body.
A dragon-like roar erupted from the depths of his bones, and veins bulged on his forehead like writhing dragons, forcefully resisting the power that wanted him to kneel.
Every muscle in his body was trembling, but he stood still, standing straight.
But he knew in his heart that all he had left was the strength to stand.
He raised his eyes unwillingly, staring intently at Sheila, and said, word by word, "You are a god, why are you unaffected by the blasphemous bell?"
The blasphemous bell is a forbidden object that even the Black God can restrain.
Sheila curled her lips in disdain: "That thing is for dealing with the Western God and all the angels."
As for me, I am a fallen angel, already a member of hell.
Three o'clock is the time for the devil's revelry. But surprisingly, this clock hasn't limited me; in fact, it's made me stronger.
Zhongshu and Li Xinyuan felt a sinking feeling in their hearts at the same time.
The fact that the Western Paradise supported the Avici Hell and caused the angels to fall is likely partly due to the deeper meaning of dealing with the blasphemous bell.
Hillary shouted at Zhongshu, who had his back to her, "Hey, isn't this your most capable subordinate? He's going to die."
Zhongshu's body trembled violently.
But his voice remained calm and soft, as if nothing had happened: "Punishment—to the murder prison."
His condition was clearly not right.
Sheila frowned, looking at her as if she were a madwoman: "What's wrong with you?"
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