# 289
**Chapter 289: An Qingyu’s Doubt**
“Why is this sewer pipe so much wider than normal?” An Qingyu asked in confusion.
The one-eyed man was stunned. He hadn’t expected this teenager to ask such a question. He sneered viciously, “Kid, seems like you still don’t understand the situation. Since that’s the case, I’ll—”
“I know. You want me to cooperate with you, right?” An Qingyu said calmly. “Answer my question, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
The one-eyed man licked his lips at those words and continued:
“This prison is built on a small island. Decades ago, this island was actually a secret offshore military base. Later, as more and more dangerous supernaturals like us appeared, it was converted into a specialized prison. The drainage system here was adapted from the original ship and ocean experiment channels. So even if you flush a bunch of corpses down, they won’t clog—they’ll just flow into the ocean with the current…”
“Into the ocean…” An Qingyu murmured, then asked again, “In that case, over all these years, hasn’t anyone tried to escape the island through the sewer?”
“Escape through the sewer? You gonna shrink your bones to fit through that hole and flush yourself down?” The one-eyed man sneered.
“If you’re thinking of digging through the walls or floor with a spoon like in the movies, then give it up. The floors and walls here are made of special alloys. Even if I gave you a military knife, you wouldn’t break through in decades.”
“This place used to be a military base? How do you know that?”
“Everyone in the Purification Chamber knows it. It’s been passed down for years.”
“I see.” An Qingyu nodded. “One last question.”
“Go ahead.”
“That hole is big, but some human bones still wouldn’t fit through—like the pelvis, spine, ribs… Without tools to break them, you couldn’t flush a body down, right?”
The one-eyed man’s expression turned strange. He walked to the corner of the toilet, pried open an inner floor tile, and pulled out a stained, clearly old and heavily used hammer.
A look of confirmation flashed in An Qingyu’s eyes. He nodded in satisfaction. “Alright, no more questions.”
The one-eyed man grinned, walked up to An Qingyu, grabbed his face with one hand and began rubbing it roughly, while his other hand started undoing his belt.
“Kid, if you serve me well this time, I’ll introduce you to a few big shots later. Got it?”
“Mm, got it.”
An Qingyu gently raised his right hand. The tip of his index finger split open, and an invisible thread shot out from his flesh, instantly piercing the one-eyed man’s neck!
Blood splattered onto his clear lenses, leaving a long crimson streak. An Qingyu lifted his gentle face and calmly stared at the one-eyed man, who was now wide-eyed in terror and disbelief.
“Thank you for answering my questions. I’ll cooperate with you properly…”
An Qingyu flicked his finger. The invisible thread came alive like a sharp blade, rapidly slicing through the one-eyed man’s corpse.
The Purification Chamber could suppress Forbidden Ruins, but certain forbidden items could still retain their original properties. That’s why every prisoner had to undergo a thorough body search before entering.
But An Qingyu had already let [Ghost Thread] enter his body beforehand, bypassing the search.
Now, he was the only one in the entire Purification Chamber who possessed a forbidden item.
Ten minutes later, An Qingyu pushed open the toilet door, flicked the water from his hands and glasses, and calmly walked out.
The toilet was now completely empty.
…
**Cafeteria.**
Lin Qiye walked up to the serving counter, picked up a boxed meal, and sat down at a nearby table to eat.
The prison cafeteria was better than he expected—not only was it spacious enough to hold three to four hundred people, but the food tasted decent too.
At the moment, only about a hundred prisoners were eating. Most tables were empty, and no one sat near Lin Qiye in the corner.
As he ate, Boss Han walked past him, casually tossed a small pouch onto his table, sneered, and kept walking.
Lin Qiye frowned. He opened the pouch to find half a bloody heart and a scrap of fabric with a number on it: 04389.
His expression turned cold. He remembered that number—it was on the chest of Ah Meng’s shirt when he beat him up yesterday.
The message was clear.
This was a warning and a show of force.
Ah Meng, who had nearly given up Boss Han’s name, was dead. That meant Boss Han’s influence was powerful enough to silently eliminate someone inside the Purification Chamber. If he could kill Ah Meng, he could kill Lin Qiye too.
That was the price of crossing him.
Just then, two figures sat down beside him with their trays. One of them saw the pouch, frowned, and tossed it into a nearby trash can.
These were the two who had helped Lin Qiye yesterday.
“I’m Wang Lu, formerly of Night Watch Team 076 in Guiyang City.”
“Fang Yanghui, formerly of Night Watch Team 021 in Chuanxiang City.”
Lin Qiye was stunned, then said, “Lin Qiye, formerly of Night Watch Team 136 in Cangnan City.”
“Cangnan City?” Wang Lu looked surprised. “You’re from the city that vanished a year ago?”
“Yeah.” Lin Qiye nodded. “Thanks for yesterday.”
Fang Yanghui waved it off. “We’re all Night Watch. No need for thanks. Besides, you’re just a kid. We couldn’t just stand by.”
A warmth stirred in Lin Qiye’s heart. He hadn’t expected to feel the bond of Night Watch even here.
“Boss Han’s got a lot of pull, but you don’t need to fear him in the Purification Chamber. If he tries anything and we’re not around, just run outside,” Wang Lu said.
“Outside?”
“The exercise yard. There are snipers around it. Even Boss Han wouldn’t dare start trouble there. But in places with weak surveillance indoors, it’s different. Be careful,” Wang Lu warned seriously.