DreamersGN Chapter 160 Patrol
Chapter 160 Patrol
A piercing scream, so loud it was inhuman, shattered the silence of the corridor.
The female prisoner's originally withered hands had their nails turn black and long at a visible speed, like ten poisoned daggers.
"My daughter is dead! Dead! Can't you see?! She's just a rag doll! A dirty, useless rag doll!!"
She roared hysterically as she began frantically scratching at the iron fence with her sharp nails.
Sizzle—Sizzle—
The sickening scraping of metal echoed down the hallway, accompanied by her frantic wails.
"Back off!"
Lin Feng grabbed Evelyn's arm and forcefully pulled her back away from the cell door.
Evelyn stumbled, her back slamming heavily against the metal railing on the other side of the passage with a dull thud.
She immediately raised her gun and aimed it at the female prisoner's forehead, but Lin Feng gently pressed down on her wrist.
"She can't get over the railing," Lin Feng whispered, reminding her. "She's just emotionally unstable; she hasn't reached the point of using a gun."
Evelyn took a deep breath and stared intently at the female prisoner who was still frantically scratching at the iron bars.
After confirming that the other party was indeed unable to break free of the restraints, she slowly put the gun back into its holster.
Lin Feng quickly filled out the "Prison Situation Inspection Record Form":
Cell number: 218
[Behavioral state: manic scratching, provocative behavior]
[Appearance/State: Emotionally out of control]
[Plate Status: Eaten]
[Special Circumstances: Severe cognitive confusion regarding dolls, accompanied by sudden aggressive tendencies]
[Note: The individual exhibited strong emotional triggers (mentioning topics related to "daughter"), so verbal provocation should be avoided. Subsequent patrols should maintain a safe distance and minimize the time spent in contact with them.]
The two quickly left cell 218 and hurried up the stairs leading to the third floor.
Cell 307 was deathly silent, eerily quiet.
A blurry figure was curled up on the bed, with his back to the cell door, motionless.
The food dispensed in the tray below the automatic food dispenser in the corner of the wall appeared to be completely untouched.
"Target status is abnormal, completely still." Lin Feng lowered his voice and marked "To be observed" on the record sheet, "No food consumed."
The moment he put pen to paper—
The figure with its back to them suddenly turned its head 180 degrees, and a wrinkled face with no clear features stared straight at them!
There was no warning, no sound.
Where the mouth should have been on that face, a thin crack appeared.
A sharp hiss, not transmitted through air vibrations but acting directly on the mental level, pierced the brains of the two people like countless cold needles!
"Ugh!" Evelyn cried out in pain, covering her ears tightly with both hands, though this did nothing to stop the attack that struck her very soul.
Despite having the "Mental Fortress" talent protecting him, Lin Feng felt nauseous at this moment, as if his entire consciousness was being torn apart by an invisible force.
He suppressed the surging discomfort, his eyes sharpened, and he swiftly drew his gun, aimed, and fired—
"Bang!"
The specially made sedative bullet accurately penetrated the prisoner's forehead.
The twisted figure paused for a moment, then slowly fell to the ground, no longer moving, and the maddening screech abruptly ceased.
Evelyn gasped for breath, looking at Lin Feng with clear gratitude on her pale face.
Lin Feng retrieved his sidearm and quickly added to the record sheet:
[The target is suspected of launching a psychological attack, ignoring physical soundproofing. We recommend upgrading the surveillance level and implementing professional protective measures.]
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at the same time.
Ryuichi Kamishiro and Yuki Noah were walking in the underground corridor of the Δ area. Only the sound of their footsteps echoed in the enclosed space.
The first few cells were relatively peaceful, with the prisoners either huddled up or staring blankly at the wall. The two men suppressed their anxiety and hurriedly completed the record.
Soon, the alloy door of cell number 13 appeared in front of them.
[Δ Cell Rule 4: Ensure that prisoner number 13 "eats" daily. If he refuses, repeat "You need energy" to him three times, then leave without reporting.]
Through the monitor window, they could clearly see that the mushy food on the plates remained untouched.
Prisoner number 13 sat motionless in the shadows of the corner, like a sculpture forgotten by time.
The two exchanged a grave look. Noah took a deep breath, suppressing the dryness in his throat, and spoke clearly, word by word, into the intercom on the cell door:
"You need energy."
"You need energy."
"You need energy."
The moment the third sentence was uttered, the shadow inside the monitor window suddenly turned around!
The corner of the mouth was torn upwards to the ear at an angle that defied human anatomy, revealing a dark cavity covered with spiraling sharp teeth that gleamed coldly in the dim light.
"Energy... my energy..." A hissing sound mixed with the grinding of metal came from the cavity, "...'Instructions' received."
A terrifying suction force instantly grabbed the two men, their military boots slipping on the metal floor.
At the same time, the prisoner's hands transformed into thick black mist, surging out through the gaps in the observation window.
Noah cried out and struggled backward, but the black mist had already wrapped around his waist and dragged him violently toward the cell door.
"Shoot!" Noah roared as he struggled, trying to draw his pistol, but the black mist, like living tentacles, tightly wrapped around his wrist.
Noah's face was pressed against the cold observation window, the black mist pushing him toward the crack in the window.
At the critical moment, Ryuichi Kamishiro drew his gun and aimed it at the misty tentacles!
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, echoing down the corridor.
The moment the special sedative bullet struck the black mist, the mist-like tentacles contracted as if they had been electrocuted.
With a dull thud coming from the cell, the suction and black mist dissipated simultaneously.
The two staggered and fell to the ground. Ryuichi Kamishiro leaned against the wall, panting, and looked at the now quiet cell number 13, gritting his teeth as he said:
"Damn it... these rules are a murder trap!"
The two got up with lingering fear, their backs still damp with cold sweat, and forced themselves to continue walking.
Soon they arrived at cell number 26, where the prisoners were simply sitting motionless against the iron wall, showing no signs of anything amiss.
Ryuichi Kamishiro gripped the record sheet tightly, grabbed Noah's arm, and warned in a low voice:
"That's cell number 27, 'Phantom''s, up ahead. I'll handle the observation and recording; you just keep your head down and walk forward!"
Noah nodded solemnly, swallowing hard as his Adam's apple bobbed.
But as soon as the two took a step forward, an unusual sweet fragrance clung to them like invisible vines—
It wasn't the cloying sweetness of the cafeteria pastries, but rather a honey aroma with a hint of alluring warmth that seeped into my nostrils, making even my breath feel warm.
Noah's steps suddenly faltered, and his eyes visibly lost focus:
"Ryuichi, did you hear that? Someone is calling my name... a very soft voice, right next to my ear."