File Number: Axx233-0127

Name: Dong Xu

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Citizen Status: Blank People

Occupation: Habitual Thief

Criminal Record:

I. Case Overview

Date: New Era Calendar Year 233, January 27

Location: Rongyuan Commercial Plaza, Lower City District 9

Criminal Activity: Theft, Assault

Case Description: Dong Xu stole a valuable diamond ring from a jewelry store in the commercial area and committed assault when discovered by the security guard.

II. Case Details

Tools: Gloves, mask, custom iron hook

Evidence: Photographic evidence at the scene, statements from jewelry store employees, witness testimonies

Loss Evaluation: The stolen diamond ring valued at 1.2 million yuan

III. Aftermath

· Resistance to Arrest: After the incident, Dong Xu tried to resist arrest while fleeing the scene but was successfully subdued through the efforts of the Patrol Office.

Court Verdict: According to the relevant articles of the "Lower City District 9 Criminal Cases," the court sentenced Dong Xu for theft and intentional injury, combining the penalties for a total of nine years in prison.

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File Number: Axx233-0129

Name: Liu Yi

Gender: Male

Age: 40 years

Citizen Status: Blank People

Occupation: Security Guard at a Chemical Plant in Zone 9 (Dismissed)

Criminal Record:

I. Case Overview

Date: New Era Calendar Year 233, January 29

Location: A street in Lower City District 9

Criminal Activity: Intentional Injury, Resistance to Arrest

Case Description: Liu Yi got into a verbal altercation with a group of gangsters while walking, which escalated into a physical conflict. During the clash, Liu Yi used violence to severely injure one gangster, resulting in paralysis of his lower limbs.

II. Case Details

Injury Assessment: Both femurs of the gangster were fractured, accompanied by nerve damage, causing paralysis of the lower limbs.

Tools: No specific weapon, attacked using fists and feet.

Evidence: Photographs of the scene, witness testimonies, statements from the injured person.

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Li Shang quickly glanced through the five criminal records attached to the email. At first glance, everything seemed routine, with nothing unusual—just some common criminal activities followed by corresponding arrests and sentencing.

As for the five individuals' educational records, employment history, health records, and other information, they all appeared unremarkable, without any details worthy of suspicion.

Li Shang scrutinized the criminal records several times and finally captured two subtle anomalies.

The first point was that there seemed to be no connection between these five people and the Cyan Wolf Gang according to these documents, which was the most illogical aspect.

Li Shang pondered, "Since the Cyan Wolf Gang has no ties with these five individuals, why would Ma Bin help them transfer prisons? Either Ma Bin is doing someone else a favor, or he has a deeper, undisclosed connection with these five people."

The second point was that the time of incarceration for these five individuals was unusually concentrated, all occurring between January and February of this year, which raised Li Shang's suspicions.

He couldn't help but wonder, "If these five people don't know each other, then naturally there's no problem, but if that's the case, it all becomes intriguing, as if they are collectively committing crimes to enter prison together. What underlying motive could there be, or is there something within the prison that attracts them?"

As for whether these five people knew each other, the answer became clear the moment Ma Bin spoke up to request the transfer.

"How strange, why does Ma Bin want to arrange the transfer for these five people from Prison No. 4 to Prison No. 2? Hmm, could there be an undiscovered treasure hidden in Prison No. 2?"

Li Shang almost amused himself with such absurd speculation and shook his head to turn off his phone.

It's not that he bore any ill will towards Ma Bin; he was simply heeding Chang Erbing's reminder, wanting to have a better understanding of the "crime partners" he would be tied to in the future.

Of course, this matter wasn't urgent. Li Shang just kept it in mind, planning to pay more attention to the dynamics of Prison No. 2 in the future.

Li Shang closed his eyes to rest, musing inwardly, "It's just a gang leader; even if there are secrets, how significant can they really be, hehe—"

…..

At the same time, in Zone 9's Prison No. 4, Light Supervision Area.

In the spacious labor workshop, rows of neatly arranged sewing machines stood silently, with their needles glistening coldly under the lights.

Inmates wore uniform prison garments and sat in front of the sewing machines, skillfully operating them, stepping on the pedals, producing a rhythmic "tat-tat" sound, an echo of heavy and monotonous symphony.

There weren't many expressions on the prisoners' faces, their eyes mostly hollow and numb.

Their gazes occasionally fell on the clothes or fabrics they were working on and then returned to the incessant pedal pressing. As the pedal moved up and down, their ankles rhythmically quivered, integrating their entire bodies into the machine.

At the entrance of the workshop, several prison guards in tidy uniforms leaned against the wall, with high-voltage electric batons hanging around their waists, glinting coldly.

They smoked cigarettes, exhaling light smoke, leisurely exchanging casual conversations.

Nearby, the inmate Yuan Dabiao stood there obsequiously, his body slightly leaning forward, with an ingratiating expression written on his brow.

He strained his mind for those awkward jokes, trying to amuse the prison guards with humor. His efforts paid off, and hearty laughter resonated in the air.

"Alright, stop amusing us here, and go supervise diligently." One of the prison guards interrupted the laughter, with a slight tone of severity in his voice, "Let me tell you, the Prison Chief was very unsatisfied with last week's clothing production quantity."

He paused, a hint of warning flashing in his eyes, "If this week fails to meet the standard again, be careful, I might strip you of your team leader position."

"Yes, I guarantee to complete the task!" Yuan Dabiao straightened his back, pressing a hand to his bald head, saluting in a comical manner that again provoked a burst of joyous laughter from the guards.

As the laughter's echo faded, Yuan Dabiao turned around and swiftly returned to the workshop.

The ingratiating expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a fierce and bristling countenance, with his greasy, wrinkled forehead emitting a layer of menacing light under the lamps.

Approaching a sewing machine, he grabbed the scant clothes from a basket, speaking with a menacing voice, "Old Li, have you been slacking off again? You've only made three pieces all morning, is this efficiency up to standard?"

Old Li raised his head, a trace of undisguisable fatigue flashing in his eyes, yet his voice tried to remain calm, "Yuan, I'm old, my hands and feet aren't like those of the young anymore, I've already done my best."

But Yuan Dabiao was unmoved, his gaze cold and demanding, "Oh, hands and feet don't cooperate, let me see."

Before he had finished speaking, Yuan Dabiao suddenly grasped Old Li's hand and pressed it harshly towards the needle under the sewing machine.

Two other prisoners reacted promptly, lunging from both sides to hold down the struggling Old Li firmly.

The pedal of the sewing machine, under Yuan Dabiao's frantic stepping, emitted a dull and urgent sound.

Bang clank bang clank—

The withered and wrinkled hand was mercilessly pierced under the needle, with a string of dense needle holes shocking to the eyes, spreading blood everywhere, staining the machine and adjacent fabric.

"Hmm, let me see; indeed, the hands and feet don't cooperate."

Yuan Dabiao's tone was indifferent, with evident disdain, releasing his grip on Old Li's hand.

Old Li emitted a harrowing wail, yet his hand remained inseparable from the machine, as threads were sewn into his flesh, stained with blood, cruelly binding his hand to the machine.

Next to them, Chen Ya was diligently operating his sewing machine, his face splattered with blood. He lightly wiped the blood stains from his face, watching the drops splatter onto his clothes, frowning slightly as he turned his head to the side.

Yuan Dabiao immediately glared, face full of viciousness, "What are you looking at, you want to stand up for Old Li?"

Chen Ya shook his head indifferently, seriously said, "Move more gently, don't dirty my clothes."

All the while speaking, Chen Ya continued to align the clothes to the needle, his foot rhythmically pressing the pedal, producing a regular sound.

Pa-dah!

Pa-dah!

Pa-dah…

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