Chapter 1058
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Less than five seconds after the two procurators sat down, Bohemia gave them each a nickname in his heart. Among them, the gray haired man, who was a little older and whose wrinkles were soaked in a sense of solemnity, was secretly called "old leather shoes" by her because of the deep raised head lines on his forehead; The other was younger, and although he also looked serious, it was always felt that he was trying to hide his inexperience and got a name called "little virgin".
"... we have reason to suspect that someone in this prison is secretly communicating with the outside world."
"Old leather shoes" looked at Bohemia, frowning tightly. "Although all letters and phone calls will be tested, this connection is in a form we don't know... It may be an order issued from the prison, such as destroying evidence and chasing down enemies, or it may be a message that enters the prison from the outside in turn, providing illegal services for prisoners waiting for the final judgment and helping them escape guilt. You are young and inexperienced, and I thought that at the beginning The position is not suitable for you; But now that you are the warden, how can you provide us with some useful information? "
The attitude of this broken leather shoe is quite arrogant - even if Bohemia doesn't treat itself as the warden, it can't help but face up. Before she opened her mouth, Descartes Jing suddenly spoke in a low voice. It seemed to be completely fascinated by NPC's speech and forgot that he had just been pinched once: "... Hey, did you find that the content in the little game seems to be promoting the plot development of prison situation!"
... when, of course, I found it.
She cleared her throat and carefully observed the two men in front of her. If there is anything wrong with these two people for her, it is that they are too relaxed - sitting so often, they may be stabbed at any time behind them; Mingming put two hot water cups on the table, and they didn't know to drink the rare water down their bellies
Eh?
When Bohemia was stunned for a moment, Descartes seemed to feel her doubt, and at the same time wondered: "... Who poured water for them?"
When the woman doctor left, there seemed to be no paper cups on the table - did they pour them themselves?
"Hello, Miss winters!" Maybe it was the old leather shoes that didn't respond to her for a long time. She lowered her voice and drank, "did you hear what I said? Is there anything you can tell us?"
Of course not.
"I must investigate carefully..." she said vaguely, waving her hand at the two: "please, drink water, drink water."
The little virgin raised the glass and took a gulp - on the edge of his palm, two bright red scratches were deeply imprinted on his skin. The old leather shoes snorted and leaned back on the chair: "let a young girl run the biggest prison in this place... I knew it would be like this, and I couldn't help."
It must be appropriate for your mother to take care of it. Bohemia secretly scolded in her stomach.
The wound on the virgin's hand may be the victim's struggle, or he may just have a cat; And old leather shoes seem to have never broken the red light in my life - how can I judge who is a serial killer with only this little information?
"I didn't have much confidence in your investigation at first." the old leather shoes became more and more dissatisfied with her mute attitude, and the tone became more and more tough: "please inform me next, and I request to meet and talk with prisoner 1759. You'd better go together, because you can't do this job if you are comfortable in this office."
Before Bohemia reacted, the little virgin's face turned white first; Mingming just drank water, but he still couldn't help licking his lips.
The last one was a suspected cannibal. Who is this 1759?
Bohemia could no longer pretend to be stupid at this time, so he had to call the subordinate who just sent the sandwich and gave him the job of informing the meeting; Of course, in the eyes of old leather shoes, it undoubtedly confirms that she is a vase that can't do anything.
Thirty minutes later, the two agents stared at her for a while, and finally got up and left because they wanted to smoke. Bohemia breathed a long sigh of relief and immediately collapsed on the table.
"What are you doing relaxing?" Descartes floated on the table as if looking down at her. "Have you forgotten the host's words? 'among the people who walk into your office next, one is a serial killer'... Probably no one will come in after you go to prison. Anyway, the people who come in are looking for you to promote the plot. That is to say, you still have more than 20 minutes to meet the next killer candidate - if any."
"How about coming in? I can't tell it anyway."
"Miss winters?"
Just muttering, she heard someone suddenly call her at the door, and she immediately sat up straight - it was an ordinary looking man with messy hair, wearing a work suit: "who are you talking to?"
"I... I'm talking to myself," Bohemia asked him directly, coughing, "what's up?"
The man in overalls looked more confused than her: "didn't you ask me to report the safety and health of the organization? I even wrote the list of maintenance and cleaning."
One of the principles most believed by prison managers is the "broken window theory". A broken window left unattended will create a disordered environment and attract more destruction and crime; In institutions such as prisons, even a place where graffiti and urinals are blocked may lead to more and more disorderly and illegal behaviors of prisoners like a snowball.
... after Descartes finished showing off this side door message, the tooled man also sat down on the chair and handed her a document. When he looked at Bohemia, his eyes were almost worried, just like an elder brother looking at his worrying sister: "Miss winters, I don't think you should go with me."
"Huh?" She never said a few complete words in this game.
"I understand. You said at the meeting that you wanted to make prisoners feel like they were in a personalized environment, but after all..." he said here, embarrassed, as if he didn't know how to say: "but... After all... That, you're not suitable to patrol the prison."
"Why?"
The man in the overalls was even more embarrassed, his face reddened slightly, and his hands rubbed hard on his thighs for a few times. His move immediately made Bohemia notice that several long hairs were hung on the edge of his trouser pocket - his own hair was flaxen yellow, but those long hairs were pure black, which was known to belong to women at a glance.
"Because... Because of you..." he scratched his head hard. "You are young and a woman. Those guys may... Say something impolite."
"What's the matter? I can't care less." This is the truth.
"That's what I say... But, that..." the tooled man sighed and finally seemed to make up his mind: "I'll be with you then, and I'll control them for you."
Bohemia "Oh", but his mind turned to the hair clipped on the zipper of his pants pocket. If it weren't for her good eyesight, I really didn't notice... Why would another woman's hair be clipped in that position? Could it be that the woman had lost consciousness, and a head was swayed and dragged back and forth in his hand
She shivered.
"To say suspicious, it seems that everyone has something suspicious except old leather shoes. In that case, it must be old leather shoes!" Descartes' essence began its nonsense reasoning again: "no, no, if the author deliberately set such a trap..."
Such information alone is not enough. Bohemia decided to take the initiative and ask for more information, and then smiled at the man in overalls who seemed to be very talkative: "your family is very good?"
This sentence was so common, but it suddenly made the man's face blue - his face was tight, the corners of his mouth were hooked down like a machete, staring at her and stopped talking.
"You made a mistake, and you said something to NPC that the warden himself would never say, which caused doubts!" The copy host suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "after the little game is over, the onion will be stripped immediately!"
Bohemia can't wait to lift the table to the face of the man opposite - is this man an orphan? No home?
"No, not good."
The man in the overalls took a deep breath and recovered some normal looks: "I think you probably mean my parents? They still live in the small town beyond Nanlin... However, they lost a pair of grandchildren in this accident, so they can't get better."
... what's going on?
Bohemia couldn't inquire directly, so she had to hold a stomach of questions and nodded painfully.
"Speaking of which, I thank you very much, Miss winters." The man in overalls calmed down, stared into her eyes and said, "after my ex-wife remarried, my two children changed their surnames. Over the years, almost no one knew that they were my children. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to continue working in the prison where that guy served his sentence..."
Speaking of this, the blue veins on his cheeks bulged, but a cool smile came out. "If it weren't for your help to hide, I would have been transferred. I cherish the job opportunities here. Really... Not everyone has the opportunity to meet damned people every day... Sometimes, I really don't understand why the country wastes taxpayers' money like this."
Descartes sent out a sound like being pinched by the neck.
"The sense of justice is too extreme, plus the stimulation of losing a child," it murmured, "it must be him!"
Bohemia was full of hesitation. Just when she didn't know whether to accept it or not, she only heard a series of footsteps rushing outside the door; The male secretary who brought her a beef sandwich rushed close to the door and gasped, "there is a riot in the prison! And, agent Gell, he just had a spasm while smoking, and now he is sent to the medical room!"
Gel -- isn't that the little virgin who drank water?
Bohemia looked down, and the water in the two white paper cups seemed to be still slightly emitting heat.
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Less than five seconds after the two procurators sat down, Bohemia gave them each a nickname in his heart. Among them, the gray haired man, who was a little older and whose wrinkles were soaked in a sense of solemnity, was secretly called "old leather shoes" by her because of the deep raised head lines on his forehead; The other was younger, and although he also looked serious, it was always felt that he was trying to hide his inexperience and got a name called "little virgin".
"... we have reason to suspect that someone in this prison is secretly communicating with the outside world."
"Old leather shoes" looked at Bohemia, frowning tightly. "Although all letters and phone calls will be tested, this connection is in a form we don't know... It may be an order issued from the prison, such as destroying evidence and chasing down enemies, or it may be a message that enters the prison from the outside in turn, providing illegal services for prisoners waiting for the final judgment and helping them escape guilt. You are young and inexperienced, and I thought that at the beginning The position is not suitable for you; But now that you are the warden, how can you provide us with some useful information? "
The attitude of this broken leather shoe is quite arrogant - even if Bohemia doesn't treat itself as the warden, it can't help but face up. Before she opened her mouth, Descartes Jing suddenly spoke in a low voice. It seemed to be completely fascinated by NPC's speech and forgot that he had just been pinched once: "... Hey, did you find that the content in the little game seems to be promoting the plot development of prison situation!"
... when, of course, I found it.
She cleared her throat and carefully observed the two men in front of her. If there is anything wrong with these two people for her, it is that they are too relaxed - sitting so often, they may be stabbed at any time behind them; Mingming put two hot water cups on the table, and they didn't know to drink the rare water down their bellies
Eh?
When Bohemia was stunned for a moment, Descartes seemed to feel her doubt, and at the same time wondered: "... Who poured water for them?"
When the woman doctor left, there seemed to be no paper cups on the table - did they pour them themselves?
"Hello, Miss winters!" Maybe it was the old leather shoes that didn't respond to her for a long time. She lowered her voice and drank, "did you hear what I said? Is there anything you can tell us?"
Of course not.
"I must investigate carefully..." she said vaguely, waving her hand at the two: "please, drink water, drink water."
The little virgin raised the glass and took a gulp - on the edge of his palm, two bright red scratches were deeply imprinted on his skin. The old leather shoes snorted and leaned back on the chair: "let a young girl run the biggest prison in this place... I knew it would be like this, and I couldn't help."
It must be appropriate for your mother to take care of it. Bohemia secretly scolded in her stomach.
The wound on the virgin's hand may be the victim's struggle, or he may just have a cat; And old leather shoes seem to have never broken the red light in my life - how can I judge who is a serial killer with only this little information?
"I didn't have much confidence in your investigation at first." the old leather shoes became more and more dissatisfied with her mute attitude, and the tone became more and more tough: "please inform me next, and I request to meet and talk with prisoner 1759. You'd better go together, because you can't do this job if you are comfortable in this office."
Before Bohemia reacted, the little virgin's face turned white first; Mingming just drank water, but he still couldn't help licking his lips.
The last one was a suspected cannibal. Who is this 1759?
Bohemia could no longer pretend to be stupid at this time, so he had to call the subordinate who just sent the sandwich and gave him the job of informing the meeting; Of course, in the eyes of old leather shoes, it undoubtedly confirms that she is a vase that can't do anything.
Thirty minutes later, the two agents stared at her for a while, and finally got up and left because they wanted to smoke. Bohemia breathed a long sigh of relief and immediately collapsed on the table.
"What are you doing relaxing?" Descartes floated on the table as if looking down at her. "Have you forgotten the host's words? 'among the people who walk into your office next, one is a serial killer'... Probably no one will come in after you go to prison. Anyway, the people who come in are looking for you to promote the plot. That is to say, you still have more than 20 minutes to meet the next killer candidate - if any."
"How about coming in? I can't tell it anyway."
"Miss winters?"
Just muttering, she heard someone suddenly call her at the door, and she immediately sat up straight - it was an ordinary looking man with messy hair, wearing a work suit: "who are you talking to?"
"I... I'm talking to myself," Bohemia asked him directly, coughing, "what's up?"
The man in overalls looked more confused than her: "didn't you ask me to report the safety and health of the organization? I even wrote the list of maintenance and cleaning."
One of the principles most believed by prison managers is the "broken window theory". A broken window left unattended will create a disordered environment and attract more destruction and crime; In institutions such as prisons, even a place where graffiti and urinals are blocked may lead to more and more disorderly and illegal behaviors of prisoners like a snowball.
... after Descartes finished showing off this side door message, the tooled man also sat down on the chair and handed her a document. When he looked at Bohemia, his eyes were almost worried, just like an elder brother looking at his worrying sister: "Miss winters, I don't think you should go with me."
"Huh?" She never said a few complete words in this game.
"I understand. You said at the meeting that you wanted to make prisoners feel like they were in a personalized environment, but after all..." he said here, embarrassed, as if he didn't know how to say: "but... After all... That, you're not suitable to patrol the prison."
"Why?"
The man in the overalls was even more embarrassed, his face reddened slightly, and his hands rubbed hard on his thighs for a few times. His move immediately made Bohemia notice that several long hairs were hung on the edge of his trouser pocket - his own hair was flaxen yellow, but those long hairs were pure black, which was known to belong to women at a glance.
"Because... Because of you..." he scratched his head hard. "You are young and a woman. Those guys may... Say something impolite."
"What's the matter? I can't care less." This is the truth.
"That's what I say... But, that..." the tooled man sighed and finally seemed to make up his mind: "I'll be with you then, and I'll control them for you."
Bohemia "Oh", but his mind turned to the hair clipped on the zipper of his pants pocket. If it weren't for her good eyesight, I really didn't notice... Why would another woman's hair be clipped in that position? Could it be that the woman had lost consciousness, and a head was swayed and dragged back and forth in his hand
She shivered.
"To say suspicious, it seems that everyone has something suspicious except old leather shoes. In that case, it must be old leather shoes!" Descartes' essence began its nonsense reasoning again: "no, no, if the author deliberately set such a trap..."
Such information alone is not enough. Bohemia decided to take the initiative and ask for more information, and then smiled at the man in overalls who seemed to be very talkative: "your family is very good?"
This sentence was so common, but it suddenly made the man's face blue - his face was tight, the corners of his mouth were hooked down like a machete, staring at her and stopped talking.
"You made a mistake, and you said something to NPC that the warden himself would never say, which caused doubts!" The copy host suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "after the little game is over, the onion will be stripped immediately!"
Bohemia can't wait to lift the table to the face of the man opposite - is this man an orphan? No home?
"No, not good."
The man in the overalls took a deep breath and recovered some normal looks: "I think you probably mean my parents? They still live in the small town beyond Nanlin... However, they lost a pair of grandchildren in this accident, so they can't get better."
... what's going on?
Bohemia couldn't inquire directly, so she had to hold a stomach of questions and nodded painfully.
"Speaking of which, I thank you very much, Miss winters." The man in overalls calmed down, stared into her eyes and said, "after my ex-wife remarried, my two children changed their surnames. Over the years, almost no one knew that they were my children. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to continue working in the prison where that guy served his sentence..."
Speaking of this, the blue veins on his cheeks bulged, but a cool smile came out. "If it weren't for your help to hide, I would have been transferred. I cherish the job opportunities here. Really... Not everyone has the opportunity to meet damned people every day... Sometimes, I really don't understand why the country wastes taxpayers' money like this."
Descartes sent out a sound like being pinched by the neck.
"The sense of justice is too extreme, plus the stimulation of losing a child," it murmured, "it must be him!"
Bohemia was full of hesitation. Just when she didn't know whether to accept it or not, she only heard a series of footsteps rushing outside the door; The male secretary who brought her a beef sandwich rushed close to the door and gasped, "there is a riot in the prison! And, agent Gell, he just had a spasm while smoking, and now he is sent to the medical room!"
Gel -- isn't that the little virgin who drank water?
Bohemia looked down, and the water in the two white paper cups seemed to be still slightly emitting heat.
Less than five seconds after the two procurators sat down, Bohemia gave them each a nickname in his heart. Among them, the gray haired man, who was a little older and whose wrinkles were soaked in a sense of solemnity, was secretly called "old leather shoes" by her because of the deep raised head lines on his forehead; The other was younger, and although he also looked serious, it was always felt that he was trying to hide his inexperience and got a name called "little virgin"."... we have reason to suspect that someone in this prison is secretly communicating with the outside world.""Old leather shoes" looked at Bohemia, frowning tightly. "Although all letters and phone calls will be tested, this connection is in a form we don't know... It may be an order issued from the prison, such as destroying evidence and chasing down enemies, or it may be a message that enters the prison from the outside in turn, providing illegal services for prisoners waiting for the final judgment and helping them escape guilt. You are young and inexperienced, and I thought that at the beginning The position is not suitable for you; But now that you are the warden, how can you provide us with some useful information? "The attitude of this broken leather shoe is quite arrogant - even if Bohemia doesn't treat itself as the warden, it can't help but face up. Before she opened her mouth, Descartes Jing suddenly spoke in a low voice. It seemed to be completely fascinated by NPC's speech and forgot that he had just been pinched once: "... Hey, did you find that the content in the little game seems to be promoting the plot development of prison situation!"... when, of course, I found it.She cleared her throat and carefully observed the two men in front of her. If there is anything wrong with these two people for her, it is that they are too relaxed - sitting so often, they may be stabbed at any time behind them; Mingming put two hot water cups on the table, and they didn't know to drink the rare water down their belliesEh?When Bohemia was stunned for a moment, Descartes seemed to feel her doubt, and at the same time wondered: "... Who poured water for them?"When the woman doctor left, there seemed to be no paper cups on the table - did they pour them themselves?"Hello, Miss winters!" Maybe it was the old leather shoes that didn't respond to her for a long time. She lowered her voice and drank, "did you hear what I said? Is there anything you can tell us?"Of course not."I must investigate carefully..." she said vaguely, waving her hand at the two: "please, drink water, drink water."The little virgin raised the glass and took a gulp - on the edge of his palm, two bright red scratches were deeply imprinted on his skin. The old leather shoes snorted and leaned back on the chair: "let a young girl run the biggest prison in this place... I knew it would be like this, and I couldn't help."It must be appropriate for your mother to take care of it. Bohemia secretly scolded in her stomach.The wound on the virgin's hand may be the victim's struggle, or he may just have a cat; And old leather shoes seem to have never broken the red light in my life - how can I judge who is a serial killer with only this little information?"I didn't have much confidence in your investigation at first." the old leather shoes became more and more dissatisfied with her mute attitude, and the tone became more and more tough: "please inform me next, and I request to meet and talk with prisoner 1759. You'd better go together, because you can't do this job if you are comfortable in this office."Before Bohemia reacted, the little virgin's face turned white first; Mingming just drank water, but he still couldn't help licking his lips.The last one was a suspected cannibal. Who is this 1759?Bohemia could no longer pretend to be stupid at this time, so he had to call the subordinate who just sent the sandwich and gave him the job of informing the meeting; Of course, in the eyes of old leather shoes, it undoubtedly confirms that she is a vase that can't do anything.Thirty minutes later, the two agents stared at her for a while, and finally got up and left because they wanted to smoke. Bohemia breathed a long sigh of relief and immediately collapsed on the table."What are you doing relaxing?" Descartes floated on the table as if looking down at her. "Have you forgotten the host's words? 'among the people who walk into your office next, one is a serial killer'... Probably no one will come in after you go to prison. Anyway, the people who come in are looking for you to promote the plot. That is to say, you still have more than 20 minutes to meet the next killer candidate - if any.""How about coming in? I can't tell it anyway.""Miss winters?"Just muttering, she heard someone suddenly call her at the door, and she immediately sat up straight - it was an ordinary looking man with messy hair, wearing a work suit: "who are you talking to?""I... I'm talking to myself," Bohemia asked him directly, coughing, "what's up?"The man in overalls looked more confused than her: "didn't you ask me to report the safety and health of the organization? I even wrote the list of maintenance and cleaning."One of the principles most believed by prison managers is the "broken window theory". A broken window left unattended will create a disordered environment and attract more destruction and crime; In institutions such as prisons, even a place where graffiti and urinals are blocked may lead to more and more disorderly and illegal behaviors of prisoners like a snowball.... after Descartes finished showing off this side door message, the tooled man also sat down on the chair and handed her a document. When he looked at Bohemia, his eyes were almost worried, just like an elder brother looking at his worrying sister: "Miss winters, I don't think you should go with me.""Huh?" She never said a few complete words in this game."I understand. You said at the meeting that you wanted to make prisoners feel like they were in a personalized environment, but after all..." he said here, embarrassed, as if he didn't know how to say: "but... After all... That, you're not suitable to patrol the prison.""Why?"The man in the overalls was even more embarrassed, his face reddened slightly, and his hands rubbed hard on his thighs for a few times. His move immediately made Bohemia notice that several long hairs were hung on the edge of his trouser pocket - his own hair was flaxen yellow, but those long hairs were pure black, which was known to belong to women at a glance."Because... Because of you..." he scratched his head hard. "You are young and a woman. Those guys may... Say something impolite.""What's the matter? I can't care less." This is the truth."That's what I say... But, that..." the tooled man sighed and finally seemed to make up his mind: "I'll be with you then, and I'll control them for you."Bohemia "Oh", but his mind turned to the hair clipped on the zipper of his pants pocket. If it weren't for her good eyesight, I really didn't notice... Why would another woman's hair be clipped in that position? Could it be that the woman had lost consciousness, and a head was swayed and dragged back and forth in his handShe shivered."To say suspicious, it seems that everyone has something suspicious except old leather shoes. In that case, it must be old leather shoes!" Descartes' essence began its nonsense reasoning again: "no, no, if the author deliberately set such a trap..."Such information alone is not enough. Bohemia decided to take the initiative and ask for more information, and then smiled at the man in overalls who seemed to be very talkative: "your family is very good?"This sentence was so common, but it suddenly made the man's face blue - his face was tight, the corners of his mouth were hooked down like a machete, staring at her and stopped talking."You made a mistake, and you said something to NPC that the warden himself would never say, which caused doubts!" The copy host suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "after the little game is over, the onion will be stripped immediately!"Bohemia can't wait to lift the table to the face of the man opposite - is this man an orphan? No home?"No, not good."The man in the overalls took a deep breath and recovered some normal looks: "I think you probably mean my parents? They still live in the small town beyond Nanlin... However, they lost a pair of grandchildren in this accident, so they can't get better."... what's going on?Bohemia couldn't inquire directly, so she had to hold a stomach of questions and nodded painfully."Speaking of which, I thank you very much, Miss winters." The man in overalls calmed down, stared into her eyes and said, "after my ex-wife remarried, my two children changed their surnames. Over the years, almost no one knew that they were my children. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to continue working in the prison where that guy served his sentence..."Speaking of this, the blue veins on his cheeks bulged, but a cool smile came out. "If it weren't for your help to hide, I would have been transferred. I cherish the job opportunities here. Really... Not everyone has the opportunity to meet damned people every day... Sometimes, I really don't understand why the country wastes taxpayers' money like this."Descartes sent out a sound like being pinched by the neck."The sense of justice is too extreme, plus the stimulation of losing a child," it murmured, "it must be him!"Bohemia was full of hesitation. Just when she didn't know whether to accept it or not, she only heard a series of footsteps rushing outside the door; The male secretary who brought her a beef sandwich rushed close to the door and gasped, "there is a riot in the prison! And, agent Gell, he just had a spasm while smoking, and now he is sent to the medical room!"Gel -- isn't that the little virgin who drank water?Bohemia looked down, and the water in the two white paper cups seemed to be still slightly emitting heat.
