Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

The sallow-faced woman followed in the center of the prison queue with her head half lowered.

"Hurry up! Let's go!"

The prison guards waved their black batons and spoke in a tone like they were driving away dignity-less livestock.

The prisoners were dissatisfied and glanced at him coldly. At the moment when their eyes met the submachine gun on his shoulder, their self-esteem and life were instantly placed on the two ends of an invisible scale.

The prison beneath our feet is notoriously horrific.

No matter what crime a person is imprisoned for, anyone who dares to openly resist and create chaos in front of prison guards can be executed on the spot.

Everyone lowered their heads, looked at the dusty toes of their shoes, and swallowed their anger.

Suddenly, the prison guard pointed his baton at the middle of the line and shouted, "You! Stop!"

The woman turned her head and saw that the top of the black baton was round, and occasionally it flashed white electric light that made her tremble.

The woman pointed at herself in disbelief and said, "Call, call me?"

The female prison guard with tough features nodded and said, "It's you, step out."

As the words fell, countless mixed looks came from both ends of the room. Some were sympathetic, some were indifferent, some were gloating, and some were sad that they kept moving forward and could not see the excitement.

The woman was wearing a single linen top and pants. Her thin body was shivering as she slowly walked towards the tall prison guard.

Moscow was so cold in late October that she couldn't tell whether it was the cooling weather or the huge panic deep in her heart that was making her shiver at this moment.

"Keep your head up."

The woman did as she was told.

The prison guard looked her up and down, his thin light brown eyebrows slightly frowned.

She turned her head and shouted a few words in Russian to her colleague standing outside the building not far away. Then, she turned back and said to the woman in English: "Don't move."

The woman nodded weakly, her throat too dry to answer.

Luckily, the menacing-looking prison guard didn't care if she responded or not, as long as she did what she was told.

At the same time, the sound of slow footsteps behind her made her anxious.

Why did the prison guard call her alone?

Why should she stand here and accept the malicious scrutiny of all the prisoners?

The woman lowered her head lower and lower.

Until she heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the black soil beside her, she timidly turned her head to look over there in a slow motion that was difficult for others to notice.

The female prison guard who stopped her took the documents handed to her by her colleague and flipped through them page by page.

Suddenly, her hand, which was holding the white paper and moving constantly, stopped.

"Keep your head up."

The woman did so immediately.

The prison guard held up a document with her photo and information and placed it on the right side of her head. She turned her aquamarine eyes and looked back and forth between the woman's face and the photo.

After confirming that the photo and the person themselves were the same person, the prison guard put down the information and slowly looked through it.

After a while, she raised her eyelids again and looked at the woman's thin body with an incredible look.

Snapped!

The prison guard closed the file and said to her, "Return to the team."

The woman turned around and heard the prison guard who handed her the information ask, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

"It's okay, why did you specifically pull out her information? We have to verify her identity when we go in, right?"

"I'm just curious."

The female prison guard paused, her sharp eyes constantly poking at the woman's thin back.

"I'm just curious about what a skinny woman like this could have done to walk in here."

There are three more people in front.

The woman looked up and saw two armed prison guards inside and outside the window. An older woman wearing a pair of red-framed glasses was verifying the identity of each prisoner who was about to be imprisoned.

Is the pile of documents on her right hand their identity information? It is exactly the same as the one in the female prison guard's hand just now.

"Next one! Go forward, don't dawdle!"

There was another roar that almost blew the roof off the house.

The woman couldn't help but shrink her neck.

To be honest, her ears hurt a little.

Finally it was her turn.

The woman stood in front of a glass window that looked like a bank window. She lowered her head and made eye contact with the prison guard who was holding her identification documents in both hands.

The prison guard raised his eyes and then lowered them, the same surprise flashing in his turbid brown eyes.

The woman turned her face away uncomfortably, only to hear a stern “Don’t move!” from the window.

It took just two minutes to verify the identity, but in the woman's eyes, the damn minute hand turned a full circle slowly, like an old ox turning a mill.

"All right."

What a relief!

The woman sighed inwardly and nodded to the prison guard.

According to the procedure, the next step in identity verification is registration.

After being baptized by wave after wave of strange looks, she seemed not as nervous as when she first came in.

"Raise your arms." the female doctor ordered.

Holding the physical examination report, the woman looked at the densely written Russian text with an embarrassed look on her face.

What bad luck.

She is not very good at Russian.

"Excuse me..." The woman looked at the doctor's back, "Is there something wrong with my body?"

The doctor turned around and looked at her with a strange look. His expression seemed to say, "Are you here to serve your sentence or to get a physical examination?"

She immediately lowered her head, knowing the air, and said in a voice that the other party could hardly hear: "Excuse me."

"fine."

The female doctor said as she opened the door and prepared to leave.

"If there is a problem I will mark it on the report sheet and notify the prison officer in charge of your area. If there is nothing on the report, it means you are healthy."

The woman looked down at the report form without any extra handwriting and bowed to express her gratitude.

The long torture finally reached the last level.

The woman stretched her neck and looked towards the end, just like she did every time she lined up.

Not only did they search me, they even required me to be naked.

No wonder the female prison guards looked at them like animals when they were lining up in the playground.

And there was the prison guard she was about to face.

His stern look and muscular body made her panic even worse.

The female prison guard searched the naked prisoner from head to toe.

It was so close that her hair stood on end.

Suddenly, under the brim of her black hat, the sturdy female prison guard gave a barely noticeable mysterious smile.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the prisoner in front of her, with undisguised mockery in her eyes.

God!

The woman covered her mouth sharply.

Could it be that this female prison guard likes the same sex?

Otherwise, that extremely ambiguous expression that disappeared without a trace in just a second would simply not make sense!

How to do?

She accidentally injured someone during the resistance, and the other person died inexplicably, and she was also inexplicably sent to prison.

I thought that as long as I kept my head down, behaved carefully, and tried my best to erase all sense of existence, I would be able to spend my days serving my sentence in peace.

As a result, the person is fine, but his innocence is lost.

"you!"

A roar.

The woman was shaking with fear.

When she came to her senses, she saw that the people in front of her had all been searched without her noticing.