"Who's this Morocco Bick?"
"He used to be my cellmate. He's a frequent visitor to that prison," Chen Zhao said. "If you can find him, you might be able to get some clues."
"Okay, I'll go look for him."
"You're investigating this case? Or your boss? "
"Is there a difference? We're both cops. It's the same no matter who's investigating."
Chen Zhao shrugged, but Caprice was the prison's warden.
Chen Zhao felt that he had to inform her.
After parting with Sharan, Chen Zhao called Caprice.
"Hello, my dear warden."
"Chen, how come you have time to call me?" Caprice was a bit surprised to receive Chen Zhao's call.
"I heard that a few prisoners have died in your prison in the past three months. Does this have anything to do with you?"
"Who told you that? It has nothing to do with me. "Caprice was very sensitive and sensed something.
"A cop. She's investigating this. I hope it has nothing to do with you," Chen Zhao said honestly. "But I know that your prison has prison guards who organize underground boxing matches at night. Don't tell me you don't know anything."
"Of course I know." Caprice didn't just know.
She was even the founder and controller of the underground boxing matches.
To Chen Zhao, the income from each match was nothing.
However, for Caprice, a few thousand dollars per night was still a considerable amount.
Moreover, Caprice had set up a series of rules.
There was a certain level of danger in the underground boxing matches.
However, they weren't much more dangerous than regular boxing matches.
There might not even be one in a year that had an accident.
Recently, there had been a lot of deaths in the prison, but it had nothing to do with the underground boxing matches.
None of the dead prisoners had participated in the underground boxing matches.
Because of the continuous deaths, there had been rumors among the prisoners that it was the White Nightmare who had killed the prisoners.
Whether it was the prison guards or the prisoners, everyone was on tenterhooks.
However, Chen Zhao's tip-off also raised Caprice's guard.
Even if something had happened in the prison, she didn't like being investigated.
After all, there were many secrets in prison that could not see the light of day.
If these secrets were discovered, then she would also be in trouble.
"Thank you for the information."
…
"It's best to focus during the battle." Terry Boyd glanced at West, who was busy making a call.
West shrugged. "It's our boss's call. If I don't answer it, he will think that something happened to us. Then, he will personally come over. Hello … President."
"Are you busy?"
"Just a little trouble." West looked at the spirit beasts that covered the entire mountain.
"Am I bothering you?"
"No, Guild Leader. Is something the matter?"
At this moment, a few spirit beasts appeared before West.
A bright light flashed in West's eyes. A few spirit beasts instantly froze in midair.
After that, a few vines drilled out from the ground and directly coiled around the spirit beast.
"I want to ask you something. Have you heard of the White Nightmare?"
"White Nightmare? Devil? Nightmare? "
"Looks like you don't know either," Chen Zhao said disappointedly. "Whatever, it's fine. Go back to work."
"White Nightmare?" Just then, Terry Boyd, who was beside West, turned to look at him. "I know."
"West, who's beside you? He said he knows the White Nightmare? "
"A temporary member," West said. "He saw that we have more people and came to suck up to us."
"Do you want me to talk to your president?" Terry Boyd asked.
"Sure, talk to our president." West handed the phone to Terry Boyle.
"Hi, I'm Terry Boyd. I've heard a lot about you."
"Hi," Chen Zhao replied coldly.
After all, they weren't close. Chen Zhao really wasn't interested in pretending to be nice.
"I heard that you want to ask about the White Nightmare?"
"Yeah, you know about it?"
"Prison, hospital, funeral parlor. These are the three places where it's most likely to appear. Where did you hear about it?"
"Prison." Chen Zhao's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that Terry Boyd really knew about the White Nightmare.
"White Nightmare, also known as White Beast, eats the last thoughts of the dead," Terry Boyd said. Terry Boyle said, "They will also fulfill the wishes of the deceased. Of course, that's when they are able to."
"That's not right. I can understand hospitals and funeral parlor, but prison isn't a place where people die normally. Why would White Nightmare appear?"
"They can sense death, especially the omens of evil people's death. To them, it's as bright as a lighthouse. And because the evil people's resentment is greater than that of ordinary people, it's extremely easy for them to turn into evil spirits. They will appear beside the evil people in advance, first eating the evil people's resentment, and then letting the evil people face death. It's not an exaggeration to say that they are the omens of death, and they often attach themselves to cats, dogs, or birds. That's why the White Nightmare Nightmares love to appear in prisons."
"So, they can only foresee death? Instead of massacres? "
"White Nightmare Nightmares are kind beasts, not evil beasts," Terry Boyle said. "They won't attack people on their own, much less kill."
According to this person, the consecutive deaths of the prisoners in LA 7th Prison had nothing to do with the White Nightmare.
The White Nightmare had appeared much earlier than the deaths of the prisoners.
"Oh, normal people can see it too, right?"
"People who are about to die can see it, but normal people can't."
So, the consecutive deaths had nothing to do with the White Nightmare?
"Okay, thank you for your explanation."
"Mr. Chen, don't hang up yet. Let's talk."
"Aren't you guys fighting?"
"Yes, but these enemies are too weak. They can't threaten any of us at all. Mr. Chen, how did you train them? They seem to be very good at fighting, especially in large-scale chaotic situations like this."
"You should be asking West, not me."
If West was willing to talk, it meant that he trusted Chen Zhao.
If he didn't, Chen Zhao wouldn't either.
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