In the cold corner of the prison yard, a few newly transferred inmates gathered silently, their expressions heavy, lifting two bodies from the ground in pairs with great effort.

The bodies were so pale that there was almost no trace of blood, with white foam at the corners of their mouths and hair that stood up as if struck by electricity, looking exceptionally terrifying.

Wang Jiao struggled to thread his hands through the armpits of the body, carefully lifting it up slowly.

A burnt meat smell filled the air, stimulating his sense of smell, causing his stomach to churn and almost throw up.

Chen Ya stood opposite Wang Jiao, tightly holding the feet of the corpse.

The two followed a prison guard, carrying the corpse with heavy steps towards the crematorium inside the prison.

While silently moving the body, Chen Ya glanced around the corridor, measuring the distance with his steps as if they had been measured, calculating the length in his mind, clearly noting the positions and angles of every surveillance camera.

Not for escape, purely out of habit, constructing a mental image of the building whenever he entered a new environment.

"Iris recognition complete, please enter!"

Above the white metal door, an overlooking surveillance camera scanned the prison guard's face briefly, confirming the identity, then the metal door slowly slid open with a low hum.

As the door opened, a wave of heat mixed with a sulfur smell came rushing in; several electric cremators' doors stood open, preheated and ready to burn.

The prison guard turned, speaking with a calm voice, "Hurry up, quickly throw him in."

Wang Jiao and Chen Ya replied with silent cooperation, exerting force from both sides, preparing to toss the body into the fiery furnace.

Suddenly, Wang Jiao's movements became rigid, as if his hands had suddenly lost strength, releasing the body. As a result, the head of the body hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

The prison guard's face slightly changed; he immediately drew an electric baton from his waist, his voice unfriendly, "What's going on?"

Wang Jiao, shocked by the sudden change, was almost scared out of his wits, his voice trembling and nearly screaming, "He...his shoulder just moved, he...he's still alive?!!"

Chen Ya remained expressionless, his hands still firmly gripping the "corpse's" ankles.

The prison guard frowned, but the vigilance in his eyes faded. He inexplicably laughed slightly and retorted, "Just because they're alive doesn't mean they can't be burned, right?"

Wang Jiao's face was as pale as paper, his forehead dripping with cold sweat, clearly terrified by the scene before him.

The prison guard glanced at his watch, urging with an unquestionable tone, "Hurry up, the death report is already filled out, and the cremator is ready, can't let this all go to waste."

However, Wang Jiao stood motionless, his gaze empty, as if caught in an insurmountable terror.

Chen Ya glanced at the death report in the guard's hand, which simply recorded the cause of the two deaths—mutual killing in a fight, with the forensic examiner's signature: Qin Liang.

The prison guard's patience began to wear thin; his brows furrowed, the electric baton's switch was being frequently fiddled with, making a "click-click" sound.

Under Wang Jiao's horrified gaze, with his pupils dilated, the guard raised the baton high and suddenly jabbed it towards the "corpse" on the ground.

Electric light flickered in the air for a few seconds, and with the final convulsion of the "corpse", it turned completely into a charred body.

The smell of burnt flesh grew ever stronger in the air, overwhelming everyone's olfactory nerves present.

"Is it done now?" The guard withdrew the baton, his face fierce, "Or do you expect me to carry it myself?"

Wang Jiao almost thought he'd been electrocuted; he shivered suddenly, quickly biting his lip, and lifting the body with Chen Ya grabbing the ankles again—he had let go the moment the guard jabbed with the baton.

"This guard works with a bit of haste and carelessness." Chen Ya silently committed the guard's appearance to a little notebook.

The body was consumed by the cremator; its door quickly closed, the act mechanical and ruthless, as if a bloody maw had swallowed it into its belly without mercy.

"Alright, let's go." The guard led the inmates away from the cremation room.

Chen Ya's ears twitched slightly, as if catching a faint sound.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze piercing through the tightly closed doors of the cremator, a glint of unreadable peculiarity flashing in his eyes.

He asked softly, "Don't we need to collect the ashes?"

The guard's response was calm and indifferent, like narrating an insignificant matter:

"No need. They didn't purchase urns while alive."

"Besides, after the cremator finishes, the bodies are flushed directly into the connected sewer pipes, washed away with your waste, finally converging into the downstream septic tank—convenient and no hassle."

Chen Ya looked at the guard; the latter's indifferent expression made him think the guard wasn't lying.

Yet, he had different calculations in mind: "Seems like this guard really is in the dark."

He sneered internally, thinking, "The echoes from the cremator earlier—clearly the body fell into a deep, dry place. It's definitely not a sewer."

Chen Ya pondered, "There's a secret behind the cremation area—a secret, could this be the reason [Online] quietly gathered my team to this prison?"

Yes.

Despite Chen Ya and Feng Mu having not yet met, and even not knowing who [Online] was, Chen Ya had deduced through logical reasoning that it surely was the organization's [secret online] who collectively transferred them from the number four prison's hideout into the number two prison.

Chen Ya hadn't been idle all day, silently observing and gathering intelligence on the number two prison.

Of course, due to his limited range of action, his observational focus mainly concentrated on Area A of Zone 1. Through the detailed observations of this day, he could almost conclude that [Online] was unlikely hidden in Area A.

"Really strange!" Chen Ya was slightly puzzled, "We've quietly transferred here, so why hasn't [Online] appeared to make contact with us? Is it a lack of trust or just being overly cautious?!!"

"Bring those new arrivals to me." The voice from the guard's walkie-talkie interrupted Chen Ya's thoughts.

The guard immediately complied, leading them through chilly corridors until they reached the Prison Chief's office.

Inside the office, four armed guards were positioned at each corner, creating a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Chang Wei sat in a large office chair, his eyes sharp as a hawk, scanning the incoming new prisoners, his lips curling into a grim smile.

"Welcome to the family of Area A,"

His voice carried a touch of cruel mockery,

"Let me introduce myself briefly, I am Chang Wei, the Prison Chief here—in other words, from now on, the prison zone you settle in is my territory."

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