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Is this OK? Still want money?

Or maybe the circle isn't the point, the other three fingers are?

Bohemia stared at Snakeskin's fingers for a few seconds. The latter noticed her gaze and slowly let go of her hand, probably thinking that she understood.

Secretary Beef asked the prisoner behind her: "You mean the newly imprisoned No. 1718, right? I remember he is from your side."

Snake Skin half drooped one eyelid and said "hmm" from his nose.

"We won't make things difficult for him," the moon-faced prison guard took over, "...as long as he doesn't cause us any trouble."

Snakepi raised his hand and slapped the iron railing hard, grinning amidst the echoing muffled sound, showing a row of blackened teeth: "We had a good talk. Now I'm going to bed."

...This is a farewell.

The next few faction leaders I saw, some had large statues of the Virgin Mary tattooed on their foreheads, some looked like tramps, and some were rough and fierce, which even made Boheme, an evolutionist, Yaya couldn't help but secretly tensed up his nerves. But no matter who the other party was, without exception, they were very polite and cooperative in front of her as the warden - and most importantly, there was another person who quietly made the same circle gesture towards her.

He also made a request for the prison guards to pay more attention to the people on his side; this time, he seemed to be referring to prisoner No. 1811.

The circle represents "care for people"? But how to care with circles?

On the way back to the office, Bohemia fell into the confusion of Zhang Er.

"What a crappy game," she muttered out of habit as she prepared to go upstairs. "The prompts given are so vague. I don't want people to pass the level at all..."

The beef secretary, who was walking a few steps behind her, said "huh?" and asked, "Miss Winters, are you talking to me?"

"No," Bohemia turned around, "I was just talking to myself——"

Before she finished speaking, she paused unconsciously.

She saw the conference room door again, although half of it had disappeared behind the cover of the wall. There seemed to be something about this door that was turbulent in her heart, but she couldn't explain what it was... She thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. She was so irritated that she wished she could kick someone. foot.

When the two returned to the office, the clock hand was pointing to half past five. It seemed that this long day was finally coming to an end.

As soon as he entered the house, the Descartes spirit crawled out of the cabinet in a leisurely manner, like a mosaic of flowing color blocks. Wherever he went, a piece of it was scattered. When it slid to Bohemia's feet, before she could say anything, the phone on the table rang suddenly, which shocked both of them.

Secretary Beef glanced at Bohemia and picked up the phone - almost as soon as he said "hello", the person on the other end of the phone immediately started shouting, and the voice was so loud that it came out of the phone; the secretary listened attentively and said, Then he covered the phone and whispered to her: "It's Agent Lavis."

Old leather shoes!

Fortunately, the secretary didn't let her say the nickname she gave Agent Lavis.

"I'm going to put you on speakerphone now," the person on the other end kept talking, and Secretary Beef finally interrupted, "Hello? Say it, say it."

The old leather shoe's angry voice came out from the phone with a bit of electricity: "...What's going on? I've been waiting here all afternoon. Where is the doctor who examined Helsing's body? No one informed me of the news about Geer, and the nurse didn’t know when the new doctor would arrive, so I was left hanging all afternoon! I called several times, and this is the first time someone answered!”

"I'm sorry, we went to visit the prison." Secretary Beef hurriedly apologized to him, "I'll call the doctor right now... But I remember that the doctor was on annual leave, and it's too late now, and we have to inform him urgently. , I can’t guarantee that he will be able to arrive today. Otherwise, you see, another day——"

"No, I won't leave here!" The words of the old leather shoes fell to the ground. "I just looked and saw that the wound on Helsing's stomach had been touched. I don't know if it was the crazy female doctor... but , even after the wound was destroyed, it can still be seen from the remaining marks that he originally suffered a gunshot wound. If it is really a gunshot wound, this matter is not a trivial matter——"

The beef secretary grimaced at Bohemia.

The fact that Helsing died from a gunshot indicates that someone outside the prison wanted to assassinate him. He has a lot of criminal evidence of a certain big shot. If it can be confirmed that he was assassinated, it will inevitably be traced back to that big shot - the destruction of the gunshot wound must have been arranged early, I'm afraid Now even the doctor who is willing to cooperate has to arrange another one, so no one has come for so long, but after all, the old leather shoes have not been hidden.

It's really troublesome. Why not arrange for the prisoners in the prison to take advantage of the chaos and stab him to death?

Bohemia watched the beef secretary deal with the old leather shoes on the other end of the phone with sweat on his face. After a while, he figured it out for himself: That's right, Helsing controls the fate of a big shot, which is really crucial. No matter how he died, his death would be properly investigated. If it was stabbed to death by a prisoner, it would inevitably be traced to her as the warden; but if it was killed by an outside investigation bureau employee, what does it have to do with her? She just asked questions and didn't know anything. At most, it was considered lax management.

This Sandy Winters must have deliberately prevented the prisoner from taking action.

"Okay, let's do this. I'll ask the nurse to set up a bed for you." The secretary simply had no strength to resist, "...But are you going to sleep next to a dead person? Is the next room okay? Okay, okay... OK. , lock it, and hold all the keys for you."

Putting down the phone, he let out a long sigh and wiped his face.

"It's not going to be easy now," he said with a wry smile, "Miss Winters, you have to notify the assistant quickly and let them prepare... Agent Lavis is famous for being upright and stubborn."

Bohemia didn't bother to care about their life or death, anyway, protecting the mysterious big man was not one of her goals. She dealt with it for a few words, and Secretary Beef relaxed his shoulders and said softly: "This day is too difficult, but it is a Friday night after all. Go back and have a good rest. Tomorrow we can go and have a good meal together... …Well, let me take you home tonight?”

Bohemia suddenly became alert.

He used this tone just now when he asked her to go to the underground boxing restaurant with blood all over the floor tomorrow. If she's not careful, she might die at the hands of this secretary in the third stage!

"No," she refused, "I'll go back by myself."

"...Is it far? Where?"

Bohemia opened her mouth and got stuck. Where does Sandy Winters live?

Secretary Beef thought she didn't want to say it, so he explained a little shyly and awkwardly: "I just want... you told me so that I can drive and pick you up to go to Japanese food tomorrow..."

She sneered inwardly. This person also wanted to know where she lived - harboring evil intentions!

Seeing that she didn't seem to want to say anything, Secretary Beef didn't dare to ask any more questions; his face flushed, and he looked stern and didn't know what he was talking about, so he quickly left her office as if he was running away. After a while, after watching his shadow leave the front door of the office building, Bohemia snorted victoriously and sat back on the chair: "You still want to harm me?"

She didn't know where she lived anyway, so she might as well not leave tonight; if everything went well in the prison at night, she could use this opportunity to give Lin Sanjiu a shot - she was still thinking about the test questions she saw, and she always felt that there was something wrong with the questions. There seems to be an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The Descartes spirit floated slowly onto the table, blurring it into a mosaic.

"Ho--" Even though he didn't even have a throat, he still pretended to clear his throat.

Bohemia turned a deaf ear—she was measuring the time in the game between the two sides. The flow rate in the game seemed to be the same as the actual flow rate. She also felt that an afternoon had passed; but it seemed that the speed of Lin Sanjiu's game was much slower than hers... So, maybe neither side was the real flow rate of time...

"Hello!"

"What are you doing?" His thoughts were interrupted, and Bohemia asked angrily.

"I've had a very interesting time since you left."

"None of my business."

Seeing that she still didn't understand, Descartes seemed a little anxious: "I have discovered a lot of things!"

Those big golden-brown eyes finally landed squarely on it.

Bohemia waited in silence for a long time. Seeing that Descartes never spoke, he urged: "Say it!"

"Didn't you think I talked too much before?" Descartes finally regained control, "I kindly told you the secret of survival, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net, don't you still appreciate it?"

With that kind of knack, she could say ten words with her eyes closed - Bohemia held back her anger and decided to collect the copy after publishing it: "I'll listen now, you tell me."

"Open the safe," said Descartes, who could no longer hold back his appetite. "Hurry up - yes, take out the paper bag, no, the green one... yes, open it."

Bohemia pulled out a stack of papers.

The game was played in a language she could understand, so she knew every word on the document, but when they were connected together, she didn't know what they meant. There were several thick piles of documents filled with legal terms and professional terms, divided into several parts using folders. After flipping through them roughly, it seemed that they were things related to the prisoner and the case - she knew this. , or because "1702" and "1718" were written on the covers of two of the documents, which were the numbers of the cannibal and the prisoner that Snake Skin asked her to take care of.

"This is the information about the inmates who have recently been admitted to this prison." Descartes seemed to have no problem reading the legal documents. "And they all have the same characteristics... they are all in the appeal defense period."

It took several minutes to explain to Bohemia what the appeal period was.

"What do you mean by putting these files separately?" It didn't sound like it was asking a question, but rather like it was preparing to ask and answer its own questions. Bohemia held it in for a while but didn't ask. As expected, it couldn't help it anymore: "I thought about it for a long time, and looked through your notepad, calendar...everywhere where I could remember things, and I found a pattern that appeared repeatedly. ."

"Round?" Bohemia blurted out.

Descartes had just said one word "right" when suddenly everyone fell silent.

On the stairs at the end of the corridor, there was the sound of footsteps slowly going up step by step.