[As a prisoner, a murderer, he actually wants a reduced sentence! To atone for his sins with his dirty money!]
Simply beating him up won't suffice; what I want to do is make him wish he were dead.
"Worse than death?" Lu Shi pondered this sentence: "Is it about injecting him with a drug?"
He still remembers the scene he experienced while sitting in the chair.
But was it really worse than death? In his view, it was as if he had died along with his spirit.
Lu Shi continued browsing the subsequent logs:
Today, I'm punishing a prisoner who badmouthed me behind my back. He actually thought I didn't give them human rights! Honestly, how dare they talk to me about human rights!
I really want him to kneel before the little girl he drunkenly hit and killed, and feel if his heart aches! Is his heart cold?
He's begging me.
Yes, his heart is warm; I touched it.
Even Lu Shi's hand trembled slightly when he saw that sentence.
Did they touch it and rip out his heart? Lu Shi thought about that scene. This Dr. Liu's image was completely different from the description in the prison guard's log!
For the next month, Dr. Liu seemed to be looking for all sorts of reasons to punish the prisoners in jail.
In conclusion, he summarized it as follows:
After a month, they were much more well-behaved. This was definitely the most peaceful and heartwarming month in our prison.
Thank God for giving me so many sinful lambs!
I am giving them a new life!
For a fleeting moment, Lu Shi began to suspect that Dr. Liu had gone mad.
However, Lu Shi also discovered many useful details in his words, which even overturned his previous conclusions.
He began to suspect that Dr. Liu had not yet used the medication.
Looking through the records of this past month, Dr. Liu never mentioned the word "injection" from beginning to end.
He always used vague terms like punishment, discipline, and education to describe things.
Lu Shi also saw quite a few chilling statements like "I discovered that his heart is warm."
Examples include: "This woman is so annoying! She's always crying! But from now on, she'll never cry again."
"He always looked at me like that, self-important and condescending. So I tried to see the world through his eyes, and well, nothing changed."
"I've started to love collecting. A ring finger, half a lip, an eyeball soaking in water, a tongue that's almost dried out..."
Lu Shi then guessed that Dr. Liu was simply committing murder.
What does that have to do with demons? The words in the diary flashed through Lu Shi's mind, and he suddenly realized that he had overlooked something.
Some of these prisoners were supposed to be released, but they most likely died here.
Won't their families seek justice or cause trouble?
The only possibility is that they were unaware of it.
Thinking about it this way, Lu Shi roughly guessed what the demon and Dr. Liu had made a deal.
This demon looks even more terrifying than the monsters in the cultivation world!
When Lu Shi opened the next entry, he suddenly realized that almost three months had passed between this entry and the previous one.
What happened during those three months remains unknown.
The new log is Dr. Liu's cry for help.
Everything starts anew.
This is like a nightmare, and I can't seem to wake up.
The first time, my anger blinded me. The second time, my cowardice led to disaster!
[The devil, it, it deceived me! Why did I believe it, believe a devil!]
Lu Shi read faster and faster. From this point on, Dr. Liu's mental state became unstable. His diary entries became more detailed, mostly consisting of mutterings and whining.
Finally, Lu Shi found some useful information:
I will stop killing them.
I'm tired.
That rotting flesh, that shed skin, that dried blood—all are evidence of my crimes!
I told Lao He, "Let's feed the meat to the dogs!"
Feed the dog?
Lu Shi frowned. Dogs? Is this the origin of those plague dogs?
As for the meat they eat, it's not hard to guess that it comes from prisoners.
At this point, Lu Shi finally understood where this so-called plague came from.
His hands were trembling. Even though he was a demon lord who had committed all sorts of evil deeds, Lu Shi felt nauseous just thinking about what had happened in prison.
"Stay calm," Lu Shi kept telling himself. Even the slightest fluctuation in your emotions can be detected and affect your sanity level.
This is just a virtual world, Lu Shi told himself.
After calming down, Lu Shi continued reading the subsequent logs.
Just as he had guessed, the group eventually went down that path.
Old He had no idea where the meat I gave him came from.
No, he definitely knew. We've long since run out of ammunition and food. Even if I made a deal with the devil, how could I possibly produce meat out of thin air?
I still remember the way Old He ate. He came from a poor family, but because he became a prison warden, he picked up the habits of someone in power. It's really not good.
I'm grilling meat, and to preserve the original flavor of the ingredients, I eat it with my hands. But Lao He is different; he insists on using a knife to chop the meat into pieces before putting it in his mouth and chewing it slowly.
It smells so good! My mouth is watering. Luckily, there's a lot of meat; we can eat it for a long time.
I asked Old He, "Hey, you're the warden, but you eat so slowly, like a little girl!"
Old He just smiled, slowly biting into the meat, occasionally closing his eyes to savor it, as if trying to discern where the meat came from.
Someone knocked on the door. Without even thinking, I knew it was those rascals who had smelled the meat. Come to think of it, how long has it been since we've had meat?
It was Wang Qiang; he always had a憨憨 (simple and honest) smile. He asked me if I could have some meat.
I initially intended to agree, but ever since I made the deal with the devil, I've become much more mischievous.
I think honest people like Wang Qiang always need to be teased a little.
I gave him a piece of meat, and after he finished eating, I whispered in his ear how the meat came to be.
[Wang Qiang threw up, you idiot! He actually threw up on my leather shoes! I almost, almost killed him!]
Old He stopped me. He glared at me and used his position as warden to intimidate me.
Sigh, I think my friendship with Lao He is coming to an end.
Lu Shi could easily see that Dr. Liu's mental state had improved a lot. Was it because he ate that meat?
Thinking back to the logs of the prison guards downstairs, the warden later disappeared.
He must be dead too.
Suddenly, a question popped into Lu Shi's head.
Where did Lao He go?
He didn't turn into a monster; every prison guard was a match for him.
The only extra two-headed monster is Dr. Liu, but what about Lao He?
"Could it be," Lu Shi exclaimed, having a bold guess, "that Old He and Dr. Liu have merged into one? No way, that's too... strange."
Lu Shi shook his head and continued reading the rest of the log. He found another entry that was packed with information:
I recently moved to the second floor. The warden's quarters are very large; I like it here.
But those few rascals are always giving me trouble; they're so greedy!
Wang Qiang was the first to change. Looking back now, he was also the one who ate the most every day.
[I wanted to keep him tied down, and I succeeded. Over the next few days, I'll film all the changes in him.]
Filming? What's that? Lu Shi frowned. His intuition told him that this was very important, otherwise Dr. Liu wouldn't have made a special mention of it.
Fortunately, this time the system didn't make things difficult for him and gave him an answer.
"So there's such a thing!" Lu Shi was astonished upon hearing this; it was far more impressive than painting. He suddenly realized that the new world he had arrived in after his death might be even more interesting than the cultivation world.
He can't wait to see Wang Qiang's video.
Where could they be hiding?
This is not a difficult problem; Lu Shi just needs to tap every clickable icon on the screen.
The video was hidden in the recycle bin.
When Lu Shi opened the recycle bin, he found more than just Wang Qiang's videos.
He also saw Dr. Liu's masterpiece.
The first video plays, showing a bespectacled, refined man taking a selfie.
The image quality was blurry, like it was taken with a landline camera, but for an old-fashioned person like Lu Shi, it was quite novel.
"This is Baishuihe Prison!"
The man waved his hand: "I'm a new expert. That's not important. What's in front of me now is a serious criminal."
Dr. Liu lifted a man with a bruised and swollen face and pushed him in front of the camera by the head.
“Next,” Dr. Liu said, taking out a pair of scissors, “I will cut off his tongue. He used it to defile several girls, and this is my little punishment for him.”
No mosaics, no exaggerated special effects, just straightforward gore.
The bloody tongue fell to the ground, and Dr. Liu laughed heartily. The prisoner, with his mouth agape, could only howl in agony.