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Chapter 323 - 210: The Truth About Suicide

Chapter 323: Chapter 210: The Truth About Suicide

The person who arrived was the one who had previously led Brian, another person, and a dog inside—the bespectacled man named Ler.

After receiving a call from Susan, only Ler came, without any assistants or tools.

Ler hadn’t expected to be summoned again.

He said somewhat irritably, "Tear down the wall?"

"Yes, we suspect there’s something else inside the wall," Brian said, indifferent to Ler’s tone.

"No, that won’t work, we don’t even have the proper tools. By the way, where is Bolam?" Ler said, his initial mild manners fading.

Just as Brian had mentioned earlier.

They operated under two different systems; not only was this a private prison, strictly speaking, it was just a subsidiary cooperating unit under the Department of Justice system, which generally didn’t interoperate with Brian’s NW police department system.

He did not show much respect to Brian and his companion.

Seeing this, Susan kicked the iron bars irritably and pointed to a corner, "If you’re talking about that prison guard Bolam, he paid a price for his verbal harassment."

Ler looked blankly in the direction Susan was pointing.

When he saw his somewhat corpulent colleague lying on the ground with his head tilted back and mouth full of blood, he was baffled.

He had only left for a moment, how had this man and woman assaulted the prison guards?

Before he could react, the passage was already blocked by the towering Brian.

He grinned at the bespectacled Ler, "Let’s talk, what exactly is going on with this case? If you’re not clear, after we deal with you, we’ll just leave. If you dare, send someone to Los Angeles to find us!"

Susan really liked this approach and patted the twin guns at her waist.

Shi San also bared his teeth.

A man, a woman, and a dog cornered the unfortunate Ler in the passage.

His mind went blank for a moment—did people from Los Angeles always act so recklessly and disregard the rules?

This place was clearly a prison, their territory, yet why did it feel like they, the locals, had become the disadvantaged group?

Looking at the towering Brian and the revolvers at Susan’s waist, Ler swallowed.

His face no longer displayed the earlier impatience, and his voice softened considerably, "Don’t be like this, buddy, I’m just a runner. If there’s a problem, you can contact our prison director. I don’t know anything."

Brian shook his head, "That’s too much trouble. If you don’t know what’s going on, you’re just unlucky."

Saying so, he rolled up his sleeves, ready to take action.

Ler hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, "I’m not clear about the specifics, but I’ve heard a legend. It’s said that many people died when Jem Prison was first established. Apparently, there was a prisoner wrongly imprisoned, his wife and daughter were ’stabbed’, and he ended up being prosecuted as their murderer and sent to Jem Prison. Eventually, he hanged himself in this cell. Before dying, he wrote a line of blood on the floor."

"Are you telling a ghost story?"

Brian looked at him disdainfully.

It was just a suicide case, what nonsense.

If it really were a supernatural case, with his robust vitality, he’d simply roast any male ghosts and scatter female ghosts. He wouldn’t indulge them at all.

Susan, however, liked listening to such stories.

She glared at Brian, then urged Ler, "Keep going, what did he write?"

Ler spread his hands:

"There are many versions. Some say he wrote a declaration of revenge, others say he wrote a confession of remorse...

After I started working here, I found this cell always empty and learned of this rumor when I asked.

Curious, I inquired with the oldest prison guard, who told me the story was true. As for the blood writing left by the suicide, it was just one line: I saw my wife and daughter, they miss me.

Actually, not just him, after that, several prisoners were consecutively placed in this cell, and none lived past half a month; they all died, all by suicide. The prisoners next to this room heard nothing unusual and weren’t affected."

"So you knew this prisoner committed suicide?"

Brian frowned slightly.

Were they playing with them?

Ler nodded reluctantly:

"Yes, he definitely committed suicide, the traces were clear. The prisoner, Sirad Bosworth, seems to have used a paper knife. His gang recognized the object in the toilet, but they didn’t believe it.

They thought another gang in the prison, the Limp Gang, had colluded with the prison guards to kill Sirad Bosworth.

That’s why it’s been so tumultuous.

Sirad Bosworth was a core member of the Aryan Brotherhood.

After being jailed, he managed some smuggling routes and sales in Jem Prison.

He chose to stay in this well-known suicide cell due to a dispute between the Aryan Brotherhood and the Limp Gang over smuggling issues.

There had been several incidents between them, and the prison director was furious. He called their leaders in prison, and eventually, both agreed that if Sirad Bosworth could stay peacefully in this cell for a month, the Limp Gang would cede the newest smuggling routes to the Aryan Brotherhood.

However, Sirad Bosworth died within two weeks, by his own paper knife.

After the incident,

the prison director even specifically reviewed the corridor surveillance for the Aryan Brotherhood members, but they believed the footage was falsified."