Doomsday Wonderland

...The Beef Sandwich Secretary actually looks pretty good.

Not to mention how handsome he is, at least he has clear eyes, clean skin, and neatly combed short hair. The reason why she can see it so clearly is because this face is now close to the desk, because he wants to say no but cannot. The words that came out of his mouth made his face turn slightly red.

"Um...I, I didn't know last time. It turns out you don't like Mexican food." He glanced at Bohemia, immediately lowered his head and muttered: "It happened that my friend recommended a Japanese restaurant in the city. , it’s very popular, I finally got an appointment...Well, if you don’t have any plans for Saturday night, why not go eat together..."

Bohemia blinked.

...For her, this is a completely new field.

What does this person mean? The food is poisoned? No, what he just said about making a reservation... was it an underground boxing fight that required a reservation? But there is no food for underground boxing fights. The red restaurant refers to blood? I won’t go in the morning, but I won’t go in the afternoon, but I have to go at night. What’s the conspiracy?

Coincidentally, when Bohemia stared blankly at the beef secretary, with thoughts of fighting in her mind, the copy host spoke in time: "The time has come to inform the third stage of the target."

Secretary Beef maintained the same posture and immediately fell into a standby state, ignoring the voice of the copy host that echoed in the room.

"The goal of the third stage is to make good use of your special abilities to comfort the prisoners; secondly, survive to the fourth stage."

...The need to specifically consider "survival" as a goal means that her life may be in danger next? Thinking that she was going to inspect the cell soon, maybe she should be more careful.

"I have a special understanding of survival." Descartes was indeed very like a philosopher in terms of talking too much: "Ask me, ask me quickly."

Bohemia ignored it, gritted her teeth, and nodded fiercely at Secretary Beef: "I agree!"

She agreed to dinner with all her might, but Secretary Beef couldn't tell anything was wrong; his face suddenly lit up, and he said with joy and embarrassment: "Then... then we should go."

"Ask me quickly, your life is at stake."

"Wait a minute," Bohemia waved to Secretary Beef, carefully picked up a brown paper envelope, and approached the safe in the corner. "I'll put this file away before leaving."

"My thoughts!"

The safe's combination, written on the back of a photo of Sandy Winters' parents, was discovered by Bohemia early on. Seeing that she was about to open the safe, Secretary Beef coughed knowingly, pretended to stand up and look at the certificate on the wall, and turned his back; Bohemia turned a deaf ear to Descartes' call and looked back at the secretary, Realizing that he really had no chance to peek, he pressed the number keys four times. As soon as the beeping sound ended, the cabinet door suddenly opened, revealing a space containing several stacks of documents and bags.

"Survival experience——"

"Blow it up," Bohemia took the opportunity to look through the documents and cursed in a low voice: "If you dare to tell me now, I will take advantage of you."

"I'm not that naive." Descartes said solemnly, "No matter what the situation is, as long as you want to live, you must remember that the key thing is to never die."

As if she didn't hear anything, Bohemia looked at the things in her hands as if nothing had happened.

The safe contains Sandy Winters' passport, several statements from the bank, a phone book with all the contact names in abbreviations, and a piece of white paper - the white paper is made up of arcs with arrows. It's round, and there's a black dot between each arc. I don't know what it means. Apart from that, there's a small bag containing seals, motel room keys and other miscellaneous items. I can't tell what's special about it for the time being. place.

She took advantage of the beef secretary not turning around and stuffed Descartes into the safe. Amidst its loud shouting, Bohemia used her consciousness to hold it tightly, and then closed the door with a bang.

As soon as the door of the safe was closed, the gap was suddenly blurred; Descartes seemed not to be bound by the laws of space, and blocks of color came out of the cabinet in a chaotic manner, and asked her: "What are you doing that you don't know?" Is it good or bad?"

"Don't follow me, I don't want to see you," Bohemia whispered angrily, "Don't force me to give you to the puppet master... sir."

"Really? That's great-"

Before it finished speaking, Bohemia pushed it back to the ground with its consciousness, reopened the cabinet door and stuffed it back. Descartes was trapped in the game copy like her at this time and couldn't get out. There was no need to hang her consciousness on it all the time. After withdrawing her consciousness, she stood up and saw Secretary Beef still staring at the wall intently. He handed over the certificate and shouted: "Let's go."

Walking down the stairs to the first floor and passing the door of the conference room, she glanced at the half-open door. The key had been removed long ago, and it was empty, revealing rows of tables and chairs.

Bohemia glanced at the conference room again, her thoughts swirling, but she didn't know what she wanted to ask.

Judging from Secretary Beef's words, it sounds like Sandy Winters is very authoritative in managing prisoners. She is a loyal follower of the "walk-around management" method and often visits the interior of the prison, activity areas or special accommodation areas. Almost every inmate in custody knows her and respects her - considering that her role is a young and beautiful girl, I'm afraid this kind of miracle can only happen in games.

"Eh,"

When the two stopped in front of a heavy iron door in the corridor, Bohemia suddenly remembered a detail, which seemed to be somewhat incompatible with Secretary Beef's description. "Wenda, the guy in overalls, tried to persuade me not to come in this afternoon. He was worried that I was a young woman and the prisoners might say something bad when they saw me -"

"Ahem," Secretary Beef didn't take it seriously at all. He reached out and swiped his card, and the iron door slowly opened with a muffled sound. "You just recruited him not long ago. Maybe he doesn't believe in your ability."

It turned out that she had done it herself... Bohemia thought of a few black hairs in his trouser pockets. He's not a serial killer, so what's going on with those hairs?

The prison guards seemed to like this young, beautiful and capable warden, and they kept saying hello to her along the way. One of the guards, who was particularly thick, with a long and concave face, enthusiastically opened the second door with a key. The second door led her and Secretary Beef into the cell area.

"It really makes no sense," the prison guard, whose face looked like a crescent moon from the side, complained in a dull voice: "Miss Winters, you also know that their riots and group fights are usually issues between prisoners. Today we will not You know what went crazy... You believe me, old Cotros just raised his voice and shouted for them to separate, as usual... It turned out well, starting with those old guys, Everyone's eyes turned red with fear! Several thornheads rushed up and yelled at us, and then others joined in. They yelled and shook the guardrail so hard that I couldn't even hear what the people next to me were saying..."

He was one of the prison guards present during the afternoon riot, and described the situation to Bohemia in detail: “When we found someone lying on the ground with a pool of blood, I was done thinking. This suddenly added fuel to the fire, and the situation was definitely going to get out of control... But unexpectedly, after discovering the dead person, they all retreated quickly, and they all went back without us having to do anything. By the way, dead people Helsing, have you found out the cause of death?”

Bohemia looked serious: "No, still waiting for the results."

"I heard something happened to Dr. Ming?" The prison guard showed a look of curiosity that was inconsistent with his physical condition. After being sent away, he had no choice but to stop asking questions. Several people stopped in front of a cell. Moon Face hit the iron bars with his baton several times and shouted inside: "Snake Skin, Miss Winters is here!"

Comforting the prisoners does not mean that she has to find people to talk to one by one. The leading bosses in the riot are the most important. As long as we can control these people, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net can control all the factions in the prison; seize the key factors that can affect the overall situation, It is an effective method whether inside or outside prison.

The boss in front of me really looks like a boss. He was probably in his forties. His prison clothes were bulging from the thick muscles on his shoulders, neck and arms. He had a face with horizontal lines and a heavy expression. One of his eyelids was half drooped because it was scratched. . When he approached the railing, even the beef secretary couldn't help but flinch and took half a step back.

"Miss Winters," he said in a low voice, "...you are a little late."

Why are you in a hurry to go somewhere else?

Bohemia knew that she couldn't say this, so she could only cough: "I just went to deal with an urgent matter. This afternoon..."

Snakeskin nodded invisibly. "It doesn't matter, the dead Helsing is not from our road anyway. Don't worry about people being dissatisfied and causing trouble, I will keep an eye on it." He raised one of his fully open eyelids and looked at the prison guard and secretary: "But , you’d better pay more attention. You won’t be so lucky next time.”

Having said this, he turned his attention to Bohemia again. The two stood facing each other, like a duck standing in front of a hill.

"...As things come and go, you have to take care of the brothers on our side."

Although she didn't understand what it meant, Bohemia felt that she was indeed gifted. She didn't even finish a sentence, and this leader-like person just cooperated obediently. It was really - huh?

Her eyes were fixed.

The prison guard and secretary stood behind her, with only the railing between her and the snakeskin. At this time, one of Snake Skin's hands was resting on the railing, and was caught by the shadow cast by her; his hanging thumb and index finger formed a circle, facing her, motionless.