American Zombie Detective

Chapter 232 The Prison Guard Melted into Cement

The days after the case was closed were uneventful.

Catherine was in charge of wrapping up the case, and Supervisor Frank and Deputy Director Thomas gave it the green light. Everything went smoothly. That's what a good leader is like. You may not understand, but you can't interfere or give orders randomly. With Simone as a precedent, no one will bother to find fault anymore, which is great.

Dante's dark circles have disappeared, and his usual fatigue, hangover, and smoky smell are gone. Even his cough has improved a lot. He probably attributed it all to the wonderful effects of the Tai Sui.

With the protection of Tai Sui, lung cancer and other diseases are completely out of reach of Kangshidanding.

As for Qin Jin, there was no news about either the Celestial Master or the Blood Relic. He was happy to have some peace and quiet. In any case, he had plenty of time for meaningless waiting in his long life, so a little more wouldn't make a difference.

During this time, Alessa replenished her ammunition depot, replenishing her grenades and nitroglycerin, and even some other things, including:

A large bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid, white phosphorus incendiary bombs, aviation gasoline, and incendiary bombs —

Simply put, it's to make up for the regret of not having a weapon like "Dragon's Breath".

On the morning of the fifth day, Qin Jin received a call from Qing Yin. After the call connected, Qing Yin went straight to the point: "Qin! I have a rough idea of ​​what happened to Peng Sheng, but I need to confirm it."

"Specific location."

"San Francisco Bay, Alcatraz Prison"

"How did it end up there?" Qin Jin knew a little about this California heavy-duty prison:

This prison houses some of the most vicious and brutal criminals in California, including serial killers, psychopaths, and lunatics—making it one of the most heavily guarded prisons in the state.

"I've found one of the organizers of the Gate of Destiny, and he told me that Roy, the spiritual leader of the Gate of Destiny, nicknamed 'The Sarin Madman,' was imprisoned a few years ago, at the very bottom. Many of his core followers have also managed to get themselves imprisoned in recent years."

Qingyin's claim of "telling" was naturally obtained through illusion magic, so the authenticity of the information was beyond doubt. The only possible deviation was her deduction. Qin Jin thought for a moment and then asked, "What's the situation inside?"

"It's said to be very good. Of the more than 300 prisoners held there, more than 100 have become his followers. Devil Island Prison has become the new core of the sect. Based on Peng Sheng's habit of stealing, he should replace someone and gradually become the core of the sect before he can steal this faith."

"Peng Sheng's ability is—to replace others?"

"Yes, Peng Sheng is different from other vengeful ghosts. He's a bit like—well, a clone. But he doesn't clone the human body; instead, he clones the three souls and seven spirits, and then completely replaces the original owner. As long as he doesn't expose himself, it's basically impossible to find him, not even with a demon-revealing mirror."

"Can we confirm that Peng Sheng went to approach Roy?" If so, that would be reliable. However, whether Peng Sheng is inside is still uncertain.

"It's highly likely. In the past two months, people have been hanging themselves at Devil's Island prison. So far, five people have died."

"It looks very similar, but..." Qin Jin pondered, "It's really hard to decide whether to let him stay in Devil's Island prison. If we let him go, and he steals the faith and runs away, where will we find him? But if we go in—and find him, what then? We can't just kill him, can we? What kind of bait would that be?"

"I think so too, Qin," Qingyin's voice was also troubled, "I don't know what to do, it's very troublesome."

This is indeed a problem! Before Jiang Chen and the Black Mountain Demon are found, Peng Sheng should be an indispensable part of the plan. At least we need to know where this guy is to get the Celestial Master. But now we only know a general area, so it's really hard to decide.

If we ignore it and let it run its course, there are two possible outcomes:

When the Celestial Master's successor arrived, this guy had already stolen the faith and fled, leaving Qingyin with nothing to show for her efforts.

When the Celestial Master's successor arrived, this guy hadn't run away yet; he was still staying on Devil's Island—even the Celestial Master needs to be able to get in! What if he finds it too difficult or troublesome and doesn't go?

Go inside and find Peng Sheng; that's the best approach. Find a way to control him, ideally reseal him, and then unleash him with a whoosh when the Celestial Master's successor arrives.

Do you think the Celestial Master's successor will chase after him like a cat chasing a mouse?

After much deliberation, Qin Jin decided that it was best to keep Peng Sheng under control first. "I think we should try to seal Peng Sheng away and release him when the Celestial Master arrives, but the problem is—"

Qin Jin was also helpless: "We don't have anything sealed!"

"If you're talking about the painting, I have a clue," Qingyin's answer surprised Qin Jin. "The painting with the Bagua mirror that sealed Peng Sheng should be around the place where it first stole faith. I can try to find it, but what if I do? You go in and find Peng Sheng?"

This might be the best solution, Qin Jin agreed with Qingyin's suggestion. However, a new problem arose: "Going in is a bit troublesome. Let me see if I can go in under the guise of an investigation. I'll check the case files later—"

"No need for all that trouble, Qin. If you want to go in, I'll handle it for you!" Qingyin had clearly already thought of this.

"There was a bizarre murder at Alcatraz prison the night before last. I'll go and handle it for you. Today, I'll have the San Francisco Police Department ask you for help, and then everything will be much easier."

"That's possible, but—" Qin Jin pondered carefully, "This matter must be kept secret. We need to control the scope of those in the San Francisco police force who know about it, and none of the prison guards on Alcatraz can know about it, otherwise it will be easy for them to find out."

Qingyin agreed with Qin Jin's consideration and immediately suggested, "Let Constanze go in with you as a criminal, and Catherine go in as a psychological consultant or investigator. I'll come in after I find the scroll—what do you think?"

"Where is Aresa?"

"Let her be with Catherine, since they're on holiday anyway."

"Hmm," Qin Jin responded, then suddenly remembered the bizarre murder case Qingyin had mentioned, and his curiosity grew: "By the way, what's the story behind this bizarre murder case? How bizarre is it? You don't understand?"

"I really don't understand, I've never encountered anything like this before—" Qingyin gave a wry smile: "It seems that a prison guard went missing in the middle of the night, and when they found him in the morning, they discovered that he had melted into the concrete outside the prison—only his face remained on the ground!"

"Integrated? Only the face remains? What does that mean?" Qin Jin's interest was piqued.

"It means exactly what it says. When they dug it up, they found that the prison guard's body had fused with the cement. It felt like two colors of paint had been mixed together, leaving only his face sticking out of the cement, just a small piece the size of a palm."

"Yes, I understand. This matter is indeed within our scope of work."

Since Qingyin didn't know, Qin Jin didn't ask any further questions, hung up the phone, and waited for a call from the bureau.

It must be said that Qingyin was indeed very efficient. In the afternoon, she received a call from Director Edward. The case was exactly as Qingyin had said: a prison guard had melted into the cement in the middle of the night!