6:30 p.m., the prison guards left the dining hall punctually. In fact, Jiang Shu had noticed them constantly checking their watches around the time it approached half-past six.
With the departure of the last prison guard, there were no guards stationed inside the dining hall anymore, only those at the guard posts outside.
Consequently, Jiang Shu could clearly feel the noise level suddenly rise; the previously orderly atmosphere had at that moment turned into a bizarre and misshapen one.
Some were engaged in serious conversations, others were seriously painting with mushroom soup; some were arguing loudly, while others danced with their hands and feet.
The mess hall of nearly two hundred people embodied chaos in all its glory.
"If you really want to commit a perfect murder, you'd better not use conventional poison. Anyway, just to put it this way, most of the poisons you know of can be detected," a middle-aged man at the next table was lecturing a young man.
