Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 325 - 309: Hit the Jackpot, Heh-Heh

The elderly Chief Constable quickly skimmed the text, his gaze landing on the more intuitive and impactful images.

First image: Severed limbs scattered across the ground, the corpses of the prison guards intertwined in twisted and horrifying poses, forming a monstrous figure.

They remained motionless, like a puppet sewn from death, exuding an unsettling aura of fear, quietly standing in the center of the picture.

Second image: The ground was littered with fragments of bones and minced flesh, and beneath these remnants, black and red viscous blood flowed, submerging the tops of several boots.

Third image: A filthy and dim pool, cold and mottled iron chains tightly binding several immobilized prisoners, with murky excrement floating in the water.

Fourth image: The iron chains in the pool were pulled into two parts, grotesque corpses floated on the water’s surface, and the filth in the water was dyed a fresh red.

....

The elderly Chief Constable thought he had seen many bloody scenes, but the images before him still left him unable to recover for a long time.

Two thoughts flashed through his mind:

The first was that such photos could be leaked, indicating that there was an insider in the Second Prison, and their position might not be low, possibly more than one, because the text and images above were not just aiming to skin Qian Huan, but clearly to destroy him.

The second was relief that he didn’t clash with those prison guards earlier; those guys might all be terrifying monsters.

The elderly Chief Constable closed his phone and couldn’t help but shiver inwardly:

"The charred corpse downstairs at the scene is a prison guard from the Second Prison. Could he be the conscientious guard providing information to the [Graveyard Tree]?"

The elderly Chief Constable smelled a strong scent of conspiracy and power struggle, his brows furrowed as he turned to look at the few pieces of evidence retrieved from the scene on the back seat.

It mainly consisted of a perfectly intact laptop and a burnt, deformed phone, both belonging to the charred body. As for the phone of the decapitated body, they hadn’t found it, and he speculated that it must have been taken by those prison guards.

"The two bodies have been dragged to the incinerator and might have been burned to ashes by now, but what about this laptop and phone, should they be smashed?"

The elderly Chief Constable’s mind raced wildly. He had a strong premonition that the laptop or phone could hold deadly secrets.

"We can’t send this back to the office; sending it back might be a trap. However, the smiling prison guard just now only asked us to deal with the bodies, without mentioning destroying the laptop and phone. Did he forget, or did he intentionally not mention it?"

The elderly Chief Constable’s expression was grave, feeling a headache, unable to make a decision.

Wanting to destroy it in advance might dismantle the bomb early, but doing so would cause unnecessary trouble and misunderstandings, potentially blowing himself up.

The elderly Chief Constable didn’t want to draw the attention of the people inside the Second Prison trying to kill Qian Huan, nor did he want to draw Qian Huan’s attention.

Though he leaned towards the former group likely winning, he knew all too well that the counterattack of a trapped beast before death was the most terrifying.

"Damn it, how did this case end up involving me and Chen Yang?"

The elderly Chief Constable felt uneasy after looking through his phone:

"The matter of the Second Prison got exposed, and what if my case also gets dug up later, attracting attention?"

Originally, he planned to have Chen Yang take charge of the case while he supervised from the side to close it quickly, but now he realized this approach was too rash.

He rubbed his throbbing temples hard, feeling a bout of fatigue and anxiety.

After a while, he glanced sideways at Chen Yang. Although he felt a bit guilty, he suddenly clutched his chest and groaned realistically:

"Hiss, my heart hurts a bit; pull over, I need to go to the hospital. You head back to the office by yourself."

Chen Yang quickly pulled the car to the side, asked with concern, "Are you okay? Should I go with you to the hospital?"

The elderly Chief Constable waved his hand, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt, and got out of the car, saying, "No need, it’s an old problem. I’ll just go to the hospital for some medicine."

Chen Yang nodded, drove away, watching the elderly Chief Constable walk towards the hospital in the rearview mirror, a disdainful sneer appearing on his lips:

"Hmph, the old man’s too timid, no wonder he’s still just a plain old constable at this age."

Chen Yang wasn’t stupid; he knew what the old constable was planning. He was almost sure he would receive news in the afternoon that the old constable had taken a leave for hospitalization from the office.

Thus, naturally, the case would be entirely his responsibility.

In the past, it might not have gone as he wished, but recently the main forces of the Patrol Office were at the Eighth Academy, so...

Chen Yang couldn’t help but think, "This time, the timing, location, and people are all helping me catch this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

After driving some distance, Chen Yang pulled over, took out his phone from his pocket, opened an app, and quickly found [Graveyard Tree] in the follow list.

He had sneakily glanced at the old constable’s phone while driving earlier.

It was just a new media person; coincidentally, Chen Yang had also followed this person before, but he didn’t use them as a "lightning rod"; quite the contrary, he viewed them as a "lottery wheel."

In the past, he never won anything, not even qualifying for a draw, but today, the old constable’s retreat...

Chen Yang clicked into the news page, quickly skimming the dense text, widening his eyes at the horrifying images, as if he could smell the nauseating stench of blood with each breath.

His face turned pale, yet his breaths became involuntarily excited. He glanced at the view counts below, seeing hundreds of thousands of views, with numbers climbing fast with each refresh.

He looked at the seemingly endless comment section, boiling over like a pot of boiling oil, the heat off the charts.

"Hahahahaha—"

Chen Yang couldn’t contain his inner joy any longer, gripping the steering wheel tightly and laughing out loud inside the car,

"This is a jackpot, haha!"

At this moment, Chen Yang had completely thrown away the second rule the old constable had taught him.

He was well aware of the risks involved in doing so, yet he understood a simpler truth:

"Who you learn from determines who you become; if I learn the old constable’s rules, I’ll just become another version of him!"

Chen Yang definitely didn’t want to still be a constable when he was old; his role models in the Patrol Office, whom he wanted to learn from and become, were Li Shang and Feng Ju!