Act. 8: The Garden

[Part 1: Broken Eyebrow Scar]

"Why were there two broken eyebrow scars on the deceased's eyes?"

Hasben, wearing gloves, lightly brushed his fingers across the woman's brow bone.

"The scars are very narrow and have completely healed. There are these strange scars around both eyes—they're quite unusual."

Before proceeding with the surgery, Hasben needs to gather more clues to verify the identity of this blood-soaked monster.

"It's as if, earlier, the deceased's eyes were injured, cleanly and neatly cut open with a knife, and then the injury was healed with White Lady's products or Universal Elixir. Was it to hide the object inside the eye? How strange."

Continuing his examination down the skull, Hasben almost pressed against Jacqueline's face, brushing aside the wet hair on her cheek to examine her ears and brain.

"There were no external injuries to her head. The cartilage and flesh of her auricle appeared grayish-green in an environment of 16 degrees Celsius, and the blood vessels were clearly visible. Looking into the ear canal..."

Hasben held the small flashlight and shone it into Jacqueline's ear.

"This stunningly beautiful woman's ears are still oozing water. Wait a minute..."

At this very moment--

Something recoiled from Jacqueline's ear canal and vanished in an instant.

Hasben wasn't sure; he didn't know whether it was an illusion caused by the flashlight probing such a narrow and tiny organ, or an Inspiration inspired by the intense light and high pressure.

Just now, there was indeed a thin, weak tentacle in Jacqueline's ear canal, like a wet, black catfish whisker. It had no suction cups, and when the flashlight was shone into her ear canal, it didn't move at all. Hasben mistakenly thought it was a strong light projection in the ear canal. But when it moved, it was so fast and sudden.

"What the hell is this?"

The young Ranger finally realized something was wrong. He looked at the area's surveillance cameras, but the warden remained silent and motionless, offering no response.

Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead as fear of the unknown life form suddenly enveloped him.

"Warden"

He was terrified by the tiny creature and couldn't move for a moment; his hands and feet also began to stiffen as the temperature plummeted.

After Guns N' Roses finished playing side A of their album, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, like a deathly graveyard, where even the calls of crows and insects could not be heard.

At this moment, only the sound of dripping water and the inexplicable writhing sounds from the corpse due to temperature changes remained.

"Warrior, aren't you going to do anything about this?"

Hasben spoke to the electronic eye.

"If this is what you mean—to do nothing and ignore everything—then I'll just keep working?"

The young man immediately flipped the tape over, preparing to begin the surgery.

As for what the warden is doing?

This story begins in the interrogation room of the Big Sister.

"G117! Stop your Prison Break immediately!"

Xue Ming leaned against the one-way mirror, staring at the interrogator in the mirror. When she heard the interrogator shouting, she made no response, leaning against the one-way mirror with an almost threatening glare.

"I don't know who you are. You haven't even shown me your identification, yet you're trying to pin murder on me—how many years will I be stuck here? How much will I be fined? Can you really decide my life just by talking?"

The interrogator, covered in cold sweat, looked at the Big Sister was so close to him. "Don't come any closer!"

"The principle of 'presumption of innocence' is an ironclad rule in the trial process." Jiang Xueming slapped the one-way mirror, and the fragile glass immediately cracked. "Without evidence, you certainly cannot convict me."

The interrogator tried to press the alarm, frantically saying, "You fucking... don't come any closer!"

But the next second, a cool breeze blew into the stuffy interrogation room for serious offenders.

The one-way mirror was shattered by Xue Ming's palm, and the interrogator immediately straightened his legs, causing the wheels of the swivel chair to rapidly retreat.

He pressed the yellow alert button frantically, but couldn't get the emergency Summoning Bell to ring. He suddenly looked up at the broken windowsill.

Female prisoner G117 gripped a handful of cables and, as if tearing apart soft potato noodles, snapped them along with the tough copper wire and rubber sheath.

They stared at each other, motionless.

Xue Ming did not cross the window into the interrogator's territory. The interrogator, panting heavily, felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water when he saw the man-eating tiger tear off this fragile fig leaf. His eyes were filled with a chilling coldness.

"Hoo-hoo. Hoo-hoo. Hmph," the old man suddenly began to laugh, finally realizing that even tigers feared the power of God. "You don't dare come any closer, do you?"

Xue Ming had already examined the entire layout of the room.

This window, like the main door, is the warden's domain. Unauthorized entry into someone else's space is strictly prohibited.

--Like the half-hair she was clutching in her hand.

A strand of hair stuck out slightly forward, and along with the fragments of the one-way mirror, it disappeared somewhere unknown.

She didn't act rashly just now because of this terrifying spatial soul power, which could almost separate anything in the world.

When Xue Ming destroyed the one-way mirror, she didn't hear any noise from the glass hitting the ground. This made her more cautious.

If you rashly leave the room, you'd be lucky to be cut in half. If the warden's Soul Power has a very short activation interval, with a cooldown time of only a fraction of a second, you'd probably see slices of human flesh scattered in front of every door of the prison.

This is the real [Knock on the Heaven's Gate] – the power that can send people to paradise.

With God's backing, the interrogator immediately became arrogant.

"At this very moment! I am in the realm of the gods! No evil demon could possibly harm me in the slightest! Hehehehehe! I am in God's garden! I am His most diligent gardener!~"

He grinned maliciously, displaying divine power to G117, and took a scalding hot drink from the coffee machine, splashing the nearly 100-degree Celsius liquid onto the prisoner's face.

"I will use this holy water to expose your venomous heart! Stop hiding in that woman's body! You murderous demon!"

If this cup of coffee were spilled on Xue Ming, the 700-plus milliliters of boiling water would scald his skin and blind him.

Xue Ming did not back down, but simply shouted out "Fragrant Dream".

The moment the steel cat appeared--

The supersonic airflow bursting from the gaps in the armor created a striking Mach ring. The dark, mushy liquid was violently blown back in mid-air by the shockwave.

But these water droplets, once they entered the window, vanished instantly, as if an unseen hand had carried them away elsewhere.

[Part ②: I Eat Myself]

Protected by the Heaven's Gate, this wretched and despicable old man acted with impunity.

"Female prisoner G117! You still show no remorse! Do you want to oppose me?"

"I just want to know," Jiang Xueming pointed into the room, to the two stacks of money on the table, "Where did this money come from? Why is there so much money on your table—during the interrogation of me and S272, why did you keep these two stacks of money with you?"

Upon hearing G117's question, the interrogator's expression immediately changed. He looked up at the surveillance camera in the serious offender's interrogation room, but somehow— God's eye had already adjusted its angle and was now shining on the window.

The warden couldn't speak, but he was certainly curious about what his subordinate, who had accepted two bribes, was thinking.

"This is an offering to God," the interrogator said guiltily, clutching the money bag tightly. "A gift for the warden. I'm keeping it safe."

In just a few seconds, the old man's mind finally cleared up, and he immediately turned into a fierce and menacing figure.

"I won't answer your question! Prisoners have no right to ask questions of their interrogators—G117! How dare you!"

The Big Sister deliberately turned around and gave the Eye of God a mocking sneer, "So that's how it is?"

"What do you mean, 'like this'? Who are you talking to! Turn around and look at me! Look at me!" The interrogator was becoming increasingly nervous, so he had to shout to bolster his courage with his powerful voice, "You're welcome to try! The warden is still protecting me!"

The Big Sister shrugged indifferently, her face full of helplessness, and said to the electronic eye.

"Yeah! I really want to beat this guy up. I promise you, I won't kill him. That's not too much to ask, is it? I'll take those two oil paper bags from him and put them at the service desk."

Before the words had even finished --

"Come on, try it! Go ahead and try if you dare!" the interrogator screamed. "Hit me! The warden will cut you into sashimi!"

Xue Ming returned to the windowsill and stretched her hand out towards the window.

At that moment, the interrogator's breathing became heavy and wild, and his eyes were bloodshot.

When the long, white fingernails touched the edge of the windowsill, they suddenly disappeared without a trace, not even the snip of nail clippers could be heard; the nail pad of the middle finger was silently separated.

The Big Sister stood frozen in place, not moving an inch.

"Hahahaha! You filthy bitch!" The interrogator laughed maniacally, his face contorted. "You think this kind of game is fun? Hahahaha! I'll offer my face for you to slap!"

The old man craned his neck forward, as if in defiance, to prove God's divine power.

"If you dare to cross that line..."

Before he could finish speaking--

--The Big Sister's entire body went over the windowsill.

"[Sweet Fragrant Dream]! Smash his teeth!"

The grumpy Little Kitty grabbed the interrogator's head and pounded on it like a timpani!

The chaotic fists stopped, and with each punch, a tooth flew out!

Until the old cunning man's eyes went glazed over, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and the cartilage of his nose was sunken into the nasopharynx, after the thirty-two punches were delivered, he stood frozen in place, clutching the two bags of money tightly, still refusing to fall, letting out a shrill scream, his tongue also severed.

The Big Sister looked at this guy coldly.

"I've never heard of such a strange request."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The old man's snot and tears were all over the floor as Xue Ming grabbed his hair and used his hard head to smash open another window.

A Xing was still roaring angrily when he was suddenly startled by the blood-red head that came out of the broken window.

The Big Sister carried the tattered rag doll and handed it out.

"This guy's trying to sabotage us, S272—beat him up!"

From beginning to end-

--The powerful and silent God seems to have done nothing, yet seems to have done everything.

He scratched his head in the secret room, rubbing his blood-red hair, the kind of hair that only those who received blood in the Madness Butterfly Sect possessed.

He pondered the matter repeatedly, but struggled to arrive at a reasonable answer.

"Could it be that Interrogator Mike really wants to be beaten?"

"Otherwise, why would he say such nonsensical things to this girl—'Come and hit me? Stick your head out and I'll let you hit me'?"

He's making things so confusing for me.

Meanwhile, in God's secret chamber, there were nearly four hundred closed-circuit television cameras.

God had absolutely no interest in the changes that occurred in Hasben Madison's morgue.

"And this kid, why is he telling me all this?"

"That's strange. He was the one performing the autopsy, what does it have to do with me?"

"Does he want me to call the guards to go with him? Is he scared?"

"These riddle-solving people are driving me crazy! I have to guess everything!"

"Can you please explain yourself clearly?!"

Most of the images transmitted by these four hundred-plus closed-circuit television cameras did not have audio. The human brain has its limits; to listen to more than four hundred audio sources simultaneously, unless the warden is truly God, no one in the world can do it.

Right now, at this very moment.

Hasben Madison raised the scalpel.

He pulled off Jacqueline's clothes, made a cut in her chest, widened the wound, and removed a lung. The body remained unchanged, showing no signs of resurrection.

This reassured him somewhat, leading him to believe that the changes in hair and eye color were simply a special technique used by the blood-bearing monster to disguise itself as a human.

"The sternum has been removed, which matches the cause of death. I'm currently clearing away bone fragments and fluid."

He then deftly removed the lungs and took out the heart.

There are many shadows in the lungs.

Using a scalpel to poke it is like puncturing a catfish's bladder, from which a slimy, muddy liquid emerges.

"Her lower lobes of the lungs contained a lot of fluid of unknown composition, which smelled sweet and cloying, like the scent of a corpse."

First, the heart was placed back in the tray, Hasben began to remove the stomach.

He carefully avoided the gallbladder; his technique was superb, making him an excellent surgeon.

"She has an enormous stomach, but her intestines are pitifully short. I've never seen such a monstrous creature before."

They cut open the stomach tube and removed the food piled up inside, as well as the contents mixed in with the cilia of the stomach.

Hasben's eyes widened, and he finally began to tremble with fear, almost to the point of tears. "These are..."

Despite being highly decomposed, the food, after being digested by gastric juices, was gradually revealed through sorting.

"There are seventeen bone fragments. After piecing them together, it can be seen that they belong to the right pelvic bone of a woman around twenty-seven years old."

"Champagne-colored hair; stomach acid can't digest human hair."

"And this too."

Mr. Hasben was pinching a tooth--

--That was the [Tooth Fairy Room], a room with artificially drilled holes used to hide small items.

He pinched the tooth, pried open Jacqueline's mouth again, and compared the similarity between the two teeth. They were two identical molars.

Hasben almost going insane. He involuntarily covered his chin and cheeks, his teeth chattering, and he was spouting mad ramblings that no one could understand, uttered by the tape recordings alone!

"Her! Prisoner J76! Did she eat herself?! But..."

He then continued rummaging through the enormous stomach, finding not only soft human bones but also even more rotten human flesh.

"But what is this female corpse in front of me?!"