The piercing sound seemed to bore right through one's Spirit Sea.
The moment Mo Chen clutched his head, he quickly squatted, took out a vial of medicine, and injected it into his body.
He then put on a pair of audio-blocking earbuds.
Once the feeling subsided, he quickly filed a report: [Anomaly in Cell 10.]
After a long, hard look at the door to Cell 10, Mo Chen withdrew.
He then gave his orders. "Keep a close eye on Cell 10. Notify me of any unusual activity."
"Yes, Sir!"
…
Half a month later, Jiang Qin's album was finally released.
Her music was once again playing on a constant loop in every street and alley; no matter where you went, you could hear her voice.
The prison's sound system finally had new music to play as well.
After all, the inmates—that bunch of lunatics—had been clamoring for a while. They were sick of hearing the same songs every day and threatened to go crazy if they didn't get new music soon.
The threatened prison guards could only feel aggrieved.
