Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1061: Prison Storm (198)

Chapter 1061: Prison Storm (198)

Bohemia closed the office door behind her.

Standing in the corridor, the shouts and curses of the prisoners outside became increasingly faint and blurred, like gusts of wind pa.s.sing by her ears if she wasn't paying attention. The prison guards quickly regained control over the situation, preventing the inmates from breaking through the barricades. However, she didn't know where to go now. Honestly, it was challenging for her to focus on the game after hearing such explosive news.

Anyone would be somewhat dazed after hearing that kind of news.

The Descartes Spirit, on the other hand, quickly forgot about her situation and muttered to himself in her mind, "Strange... We only said a few words, but where did the female doctor slip up..."

Bohemia absentmindedly asked, "Where do you think we should go next?"

"Let's go to the medical department," the Descartes Spirit enjoyed the spectacle, unbothered by the seriousness of the situation. "If Detective Gell was really taken there, and the doctor pretended not to see him, maybe we can catch them red-handed."

"I don't think so. She probably genuinely didn't see him," Bohemia snapped out of her thoughts about reincarnation and forced herself to recall, "When we were on the phone earlier, she sounded genuinely surprised."

She still remembered how genuinely shocked the female doctor had sounded, even raising her voice involuntarily, completely different from her usual gentle tone. It was definitely not an act.

"Besides, the doctor is currently searching for who discovered her ident.i.ty. I don't want to walk into a trap. Speaking of which, it's ridiculous that she suddenly found out and talked about some sixth sense... This game is so unreasonable." Bohemia grumbled for a moment and then thought, "There's a riot going on outside, and as the Warden, I can't just sit here. I'll go to the playground."

The Descartes Spirit seemed somewhat disappointed upon hearing her decision. However, its attention was quickly diverted by the same question again. As she took steps towards the exit, the Descartes Spirit muttered to itself, "When she entered the office, she was wearing a bloodstained white coat, trousers, flat shoes... gold-rimmed gla.s.ses, and carrying a large envelope... I can't figure out what could prove that she's a serial killer."

"It must be because of the bloodstains."

Descartes fell silent for a moment and finally said, "If it's true that bloodstains prove she's a serial killer, then I won't play the rest of the game—insulting my intelligence! Boring!"

Bohemia shrugged.

Whether it was the Warden's office or a regular staff office, they were both simple and plain. The corridor was also a dull, straight path that resembled a prison. Before going downstairs, she took a final look at the corridor and felt like something... something was too bare about it.

Empty floors, empty walls, only a row of lights on the ceiling. This bareness seemed contradictory to something... what could it be?

While Bohemia pondered in her mind, she walked downstairs. With the riot in progress, the administrative staff had disappeared, perhaps all gathered on the safe rooftop, watching the commotion. The sound of her footsteps echoed rhythmically in the corridor, echoing da-da.

In the rhythmic reverberation of her footsteps. .h.i.tting the floor, she caught sight of a door handle suddenly turning. The door lock made a clicking sound as the person inside tried to open it but failed. Immediately after, Bohemia heard a roar from behind the door, "Hey!"

She was startled and froze in her tracks.

"Who's out there?" The man behind the door's voice grew louder with each word, "Why is the door locked? Open it for me!"

At this moment, Bohemia recognized the owner of the voice. She took a deep breath and instinctively asked, "Old Shoes?"

"Huh? What?" The man behind the door seemed to be burning with anger, "Is that you, Miss Winters?"

"Why are you here?" Bohemia approached the door in a few steps, almost blurting out, "Weren't you just outside killing someone?"

"How did you end up here?" Old Shoes shouted again, but this time his voice was steadier. "I've been waiting for you in the conference room. You're ten minutes late!"

Waiting for her to come?

Bohemia tried to twist the door handle but found that without a key, she couldn't open it. She explained the situation to Old Shoes and asked, "Who told you to wait for me in the conference room?"

"Your secretary, who else could it be?"

Bohemia was a bit confused by the situation.

"Is the door here broken? It seems to be impossible to open once it's closed, and the lock won't turn..." Old Shoes was extremely annoyed, shaking the door handle forcefully, causing a loud banging noise. "Gell must have had some problem. Your secretary had someone take him to the medical room. Do you have any news about him? Is he stable now?"

Detective Gell did indeed have a spasm, but Old Shoes had been waiting for her in the conference room, apparently being locked in. If he couldn't get out, then who was the person who was killing outside the playground earlier? Also, the female doctor said she didn't see Gell, but where was he?

Bohemia's head was spinning for a moment. She hurriedly replied, "I'll go find someone to get the key." Just as she took a few steps to run out, she suddenly stopped.

If Old Shoes had been staying in the conference room since Detective Gell started having seizures, then does that mean... he still doesn't know about the riot?

"Oh, right. Look outside the window, what do you see?" Bohemia walked back a few steps and asked.

"There are no windows. The soundproofing here is so good," he replied.

He really had no idea about the riot outside!

Bohemia took a deep breath, not quite understanding what this meant. But the crucial point was clear now; she had to find the Sandwich Secretary. After rea.s.suring Old Shoes, she hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the first-floor lobby. Just as she was about to rush into the bright daylight outside, a figure suddenly flashed by the doorway, blocking her path.

"Miss Winters," the female doctor greeted her politely, wearing a white coat that s.h.i.+mmered in the sunlight, her chestnut hair s.h.i.+ning. "Are you going to the playground? Why are you leaving now?"

The bloodstains splattered on her side were still visible. Bohemia halted her steps and forced a smile in her throat, "Doctor, at this time, you should return to the office. Safety first."

"I'll go to the playground with you," the female doctor completely ignored what she had said, walking closer to Bohemia. "In case someone gets injured, I can provide immediate medical a.s.sistance."

It was an argument that couldn't be refuted.

"By the way, you mentioned earlier that Detective Gell was taken to the medical room, but I didn't receive any notification."

The two walked side by side for a while, and out of nowhere, the female doctor spoke up, "Have you found him now? Why did he suddenly have a medical emergency and not come to the medical room?"

Who should I ask if not you? I also want to ask why you became a serial killer!

Bohemia was filled with complaints, her mind turned into a mess of porridge, and she had no idea what to say. The female doctor suddenly turned her head and looked at her for a moment. Her eyes, slightly protruding behind her gold-rimmed gla.s.ses, lacked any s.h.i.+ne.

It was as if she wasn't looking at a person but a hole. Her gaze pierced straight through the hole, not landing on Bohemia at all.

"Miss Winters, why are you going so far?" The female doctor looked at her and smiled slowly. The outdoor sunlight reflected off her gla.s.ses, creating two glimmers. "Wait for me."

"Player Bohemia, your acting skills are terrible," the voice of the Pocket Dimension host suddenly rang out. "Please note that the serial killer may already be suspicious of you."

What should I do now? Should I strike first?

"When you notice her slip-up, that's when she can formally exit."

That's not good, Bohemia thought, that would mean spending a lifetime with the serial killer. Just as this thought arose, a person rushed towards them from a distant path separated by layers of wire mesh. He waved his hand vigorously, "Miss Winters! Dr. Ming!"

She didn't expect the key person to appear so soon on his own—when the Sandwich Secretary reached them, he was already out of breath. "The... the riot has been brought under control... Someone died, and the other prisoners were shocked. Our guards quickly regained control... Dr. Ming, why are you here? I just received a call from a nurse informing me that Detective Gell was taken to the medical room. Please go check on him!"

So, he was just taken there? The duration of this riot was much shorter than Bohemia had imagined.

The female doctor turned to look at her. "Warden, aren't you coming to see as well? It's reasonable for you to accompany me."

Both emotionally and logically, it seemed that she should go along. Bohemia reluctantly complied, not daring to let the female doctor suspect anything. Coincidentally, at that moment, the Sandwich Secretary suddenly slapped his forehead and smiled bitterly, "I told the other detective that the Warden would meet him in the conference room, but then the riot happened, and I forgot about it. Dr. Ming, please go ahead, we'll join you once we see that detective."

Bohemia silently breathed a sigh of relief.

The Sandwich Secretary's explanation was reasonable. Dr. Ming smiled and nodded calmly, then walked away. Bohemia watched her steady figure, slightly furrowing her brows. She couldn't help but imagine that Dr. Ming had walked through the corridor outside the office step by step just ten minutes ago...

What's the problem with that corridor...? No, it's not the corridor's problem—

"She's really not in a hurry," the Descartes Spirit grumbled, "You just told her on the phone that Detective Gell had a seizure, yet she's still taking her sweet time... Isn't she afraid that someone might find it strange?"

Those words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly illuminating Bohemia's mind.