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Chapter 216 The Dead Prisoner

Li Qing turned to the white guard and asked, "What's going on?"

The white guard hesitated for a moment before speaking, "It's nothing. This prisoner suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night, and he was already dead when we arrived... We're going to dispose of the body now."

Li Qing couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. This explanation was far too far-fetched. How could he possibly have died from an illness?

Although Li Qing knew that these guards and Hailey were birds of a feather, he was still amused by their folly.

That's blatant lying.

Anyone who saw the gruesome state of the corpse would know that it had been beaten to death. The head had been completely deformed and unrecognizable, making it impossible to tell what kind of cruelty and brutality the perpetrator must have committed.

Haley's actions inadvertently gave Li Qing the opportunity to deal with him.

For beating a prisoner to death, Hailey will undoubtedly face a life sentence.

......

In the Shawshank Prison mess hall, prisoners lined up, holding trays, to collect their meals from the serving area.

Andy was also in line to get his food.

After picking up his food, Andy looked around and found an empty seat in the crowded area.

Sitting in his chair, Andy looked down at the breakfast at Shawshank Prison. The metal plate contained a disgusting-looking greasy mess, and Andy could smell the sour odor even before taking a bite.

Besides the disgusting mushy food, the plate contained a piece of dry, hard bread, half an apple, a few pieces of steamed potato, and a spoonful of scrambled eggs.

As a high-ranking individual and former vice president of a bank trust, Andy had risen to this position at a young age, which could be described as having a bright future.

I never imagined that I would end up in this situation and have to eat such a disgusting breakfast.

Andy sighed heavily and reluctantly picked up his spoon to "enjoy" the sumptuous breakfast.

Just as Andy was about to put the unpalatable food into his mouth, he noticed something wriggling in the mushy mixture.

The spoon stirred the paste, and a plump, white worm appeared before Andy's eyes.

Holding the worm in his hand, Andy felt a churning in his stomach; the hygiene in Shawshank Prison was appalling.

Although the worm is rich in protein, he doesn't want to eat it.

"do you want to eat?"

A somewhat aged voice rang in Andy's ear.

Andy looked up and saw an old man with white hair staring at him, or rather, staring at the worm in his hand.

"Forehead......"

What's wrong with this old man?

Staring at the worm in his hand like that, does he want to eat it?

“I have no such plans,” Andy said.

"Can I have it?" the old man asked.

"of course."

Andy handed the worm in his hand to the old man.

The old man who received the worm immediately broke into a bright smile, exclaiming, "It's so plump and tender!"

Listening to the old man's words, Andy felt uneasy. Could this old man really be going to eat insects?

As Andy watched the old man raise his hand, his heart leaped into his throat.

The next moment, Andy breathed a sigh of relief. As the old man reached into his clothes, a baby bird poked its head out of the pocket and ate the insect.

“Little Jie said thank you,” the old man said, looking at Andy. “It fell from its nest to the ground, and I’m going to raise it until it can fly.”

......

Andy ate his breakfast while listening to Red and the others chat.

At the dinner table, He Wu smiled broadly, in a wonderful mood. Yesterday's betting game had won him a lot of cigarettes.

When Herwood talked about the fat man from last night, Andy also perked up his ears. He also wanted to know what happened to the fat man, who hadn't come back after being carried away last night.

Hearwood looked at the black man at the opposite table who had his back to him and called out, "Terry, are you on duty in the infirmary? How's that fat guy?"

The black man named Terry turned around, looked at Herwood, and said, "Dead."

Upon hearing this news, Andy and the others were stunned, including Herwood.

No one expected that the fat man would be beaten to death by Hailey. In the past, many newbies had been beaten up by Hailey for crying out, but they only ended up in the hospital for a while. This was the first time someone had been beaten to death by Hailey.

"Haley smashed his head, the doctor has gone to sleep, his body remained stiff until dawn, and there was no cure."

Andy felt a tightness in his chest for some reason. He looked at the black man, Terry, and asked, "What's his name?"

Before Terry could speak, Herwood spoke up instead, looking at Andy with an unfriendly expression, "What did you say?"

"I just want to know his name."

Andy looked puzzled, not understanding why Herwood was reacting so strongly.

Is he feeling guilty because he was the most vocal in the commotion last night, indirectly causing the fat man's death?

"None of your business, newbie? What do dead people need names for?"

Herwood's expression was strange. Perhaps he felt a little guilty when he learned of the fat man's death, but it quickly dissipated.

After all, that fat man was a complete stranger to him; the fat man's death was entirely his own fault for being too cowardly.

......

Around eight o'clock in the morning, Warden Norton drove to Shawshank Prison and stopped in front of the main gate. Warden Norton, dressed in a neat suit, got out of the car.

As soon as I got out of the car, two security guards on duty in front of the office building came up to greet me.

"Warden, something happened in the fifth district's cells last night..."

"Hey! Wait a minute, don't rush. We can talk in my office." Warden Norton waved his hand, interrupting the two.

"Yes, Warden..."

The two guards exchanged a glance and swallowed their words.

The two watched as Warden Norton walked toward the office building and quickly followed.

.......

After entering his office, Warden Norton leaned back in his comfortable office chair as usual, then stared at the two guards who followed him in with his sharp, hawk-like eyes.

Although his expression appeared unusually calm, this calmness gave off an invisible sense of oppression.

“Speak!” Warden Norton said, his voice not loud but full of authority, “What exactly happened in the Fifth District cell last night?”

One of the guards stepped forward, bowed slightly, and reported, “Warden, a new inmate arrived in the fifth ward last night. For some reason, he caused trouble in the cell, seriously affecting the rest and order of the other inmates. Captain Haley, upon learning of the situation, immediately led his men to stop him and dragged him out of the cell… Later, because the inmate continued to resist and attempted to attack Captain Haley, in order to maintain prison security and order, Captain Haley had to take action and accidentally killed the inmate…”