Doomsday Wonderland

This is anti-theft. I have a lot of things to do today, and the update may be a little late...you guys go to bed first! Anyway, I can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple...

In the silent corridor, Bohemia pricked up her ears and heard the rustling sound of paper being turned in the meeting room. It seemed that someone was still talking in a low voice, and that voice might be Secretary Beef's, so vague that she almost thought it was an illusion—she slowly stood up on her knees, and walked along the wall step by step to the meeting room.

"...As I said, the investigation bureau...has long suspected her...the names on the bank statement are all her..."

Sure enough, it was Secretary Beef—he was beaten several times, and he couldn't speak clearly. It was very difficult to listen outside the door at this time; Bohemia wanted to get closer, and took a step forward, but unexpectedly forgot The sky light came in from behind him, and the shadow under his feet swayed on the floor of the meeting room, and Secretary Beef suddenly stopped his voice.

The sound of paper flipping also stopped.

Seeing that she had been exposed, Bohemia turned around bravely, poked her head in from behind the door, and called "Wenda"—the man in overalls was standing in the middle of overturned tables and chairs, his feet were scattered After hearing this, he looked up and put aside a kraft paper bag containing the prisoner's file in his hand: "Miss Winters, I happened to find some of your things."

Secretary Beef had long lost his usual clean and elegant appearance, his face was red, his hands were tied to a table with plastic strips, he stared at Bohemia, and his chest heaved and gasped.

"What does he hate the most is distributing the tax-eating scum outside the prison?" I looked away, as if Powentes existed, and persuaded the woman in overalls in front of you: "... let an investigation A bureau employee killed a scum, yes, from a legal point of view, you are breaking the law... But from a moral point of view, is there really no minor fault? Can it be smaller than your fault? You secretly collected money from prisoners—"

"That's just a reminder for him, listen carefully." Desimia interjected a sentence—it was an intrusion, but it made Powentes understand the first half of the beef secretary's sentence.

Wen Da raised his head, avoiding Powentes' eyes, looked under the documents on the ground for a few seconds, and suddenly bent down to pick up an envelope—if I remember correctly, it was one of the bank documents one.

"He...he is quite handy when it comes to committing crimes." It was Di He Lunying who was still thinking about eating people after a long time. At this moment, he was full of surprise: "He wants me to be caught!"

"You remember these files, they look like criminal files, right?" To say that Powentes is the best at doing nothing, it must be denial, framing, and passing on responsibility: "...those file materials It's all outside the archives, managed by the secretary, why is it there? What is this under him?"

You pretended to look back in front of you casually, then turned your head, and grabbed your own throat heavily behind what Wen Da could see.

"He secretly colluded with Agent Geer, resulting in the death of an important tainted witness, and attacked you because he was discovered by you... He has been arrested, and he has no chance." Powen Tess faced Secretary Beef, But the words were addressed to the woman in overalls: "He wants to accuse you of slandering you, so he will go to the judicial officer and tell the judicial officer that everything must go through procedures—Wenda!"

Your luck is too bad, but at that time, you even saw a prisoner who was retreating and handing over and walking down the road. When passing the snakeskin cell, Powentes caught sight of this small, muscular white figure leaning against the railing, with one eyelid raised high and calm.

"That's right," Desimia also floated up, making people dizzy: "Where is he taking me? Tell him, how long did it take him to prop up the lake just now?" .That person has not lost the seeds of trust in him..."

...It's all Lin Bajiu's fault, if the mother-in-law is infected.

The woman in overalls didn't seem to be disturbed for a while, she subconsciously followed your wishes, put away the documents, and locked the door of the conference room, then followed you a few steps behind, asking Said: "Where are you going?"

It thought for a while, and suddenly understood: "You know what he is going to do!"

"Who is that person?" Powentes opened his round eyes and blinked his long eyelashes.

That matter was handed over to Wenda, which inevitably made me a little puzzled, but in the end I followed Powentes without saying anything. Desimia's way of wording was laughed at for a while, and it seemed to make him very unhappy—it suffocated all the way to the prison, and finally asked after passing through two iron gates: "What is his plan?" ?”

It's strange to say that even if you want to avenge a real person in the future, there is nothing wrong with a bad image—who knows that the person who saved you today will kill you tomorrow? Is there anything I can do to save my life? But recently, your methods have become so soft and sticky that Powentes felt like he had to defend himself when facing Di Helunying's questioning.

As soon as the big episode started, a bit of hesitation appeared on the face of the woman in overalls. Is my mind as bright as Secretary Beef, and I was shaken again after Bo He Lunying said a few words: "Yes, he said that those accounts opened in the name of the distributor belonged to Sister He Lunying. And there is no evidence? It can’t be said to be yours, and it can’t be said to be his!”

"It's just being caught," Powentes snorted hotly, "in order to avoid long nights and dreams, you have to let me die there today."

Powentes took a look around.

"What did they say?" Powentes frowned. "What did you charge for? Are those things yours?"

"You know, you know," Powentes replied angrily, "Give back my mother's seeds, he wants to recite poetry."

"It's still so confidential—" the voice of the host of the copy suddenly rang out: "Well, what he said was professional enough, but he also handed out a forced explanation that he was playing Wenda in the lake... Forget it, it will be a while. Peel his onion."

When Dihe Lunying floated away in high spirits, the voice of the woman in overalls sounded from the front again: "Miss Karl Jing?"

You remember that guy was really too stable—I said as soon as I posted it, my son was born somehow, and the culprit who caused our death is serving his sentence outside that prison. Judging from a few reminders, I seem to have a completely reasonable hatred for all prisoners who are not in custody, and I even look for opportunities to abuse male prisoners... Now how to deal with the situation at hand will take a little thought.

"...it's a bank statement," said the frock girl without handing it out. "It's an account of a man named Emma Greens...there's not a lot of money out there."

In order to encourage former prisoners to learn from others, in addition to doing some persuasion and rescue work as much as possible, the unlucky ones caught as hostages can only ask for less blessings.

"Is he stupid? That's a game NPC, but also a real person."

The cells under each floor and each corridor can be seen by you at the entrance. The sound of hitting the iron bars, the footsteps of the prison guards patrolling back and forth, and often shouting and cursing...all echoed inside the prison, hitting the walls like waves.

The guards were all startled, and rushed over angrily. Countless batons fell like raindrops on the arm of the snake whose skin was exposed in the railing, but the squeak and squeak could not shake it in the slightest—the muscles under the arm were flabby, Like a piece of wood that has passed through time; as the thick muscles gradually tightened and raised, Wenda's body gradually softened and strengthened, and finally slipped and fell to the ground.

Wen Da suddenly raised his head: "Are those his documents?"

"Did he eat a criminologist before?" You covered your voice with your consciousness, and replied, "He understands one thing... Prisons, in principle, negotiate with prisoners."

"He packed up the underground documents. Those may be important evidence. Lock the door before putting them away, and come with you—" Before I had a chance to ask questions, Bohe Lunying snorted: "I'm sure you guys." You could see me on the other side of the barbed wire before!"

The overalls girl raised her head.

At that point, you can still see it from outside the TV series-"post-apocalyptic entertainment" like Biluo Huangquanwai is very cheap, so it is very popular among Xiaojia, and there are often no fixed broadcast points in each area. Desimia thought for a while, and replied: "Yes, if the prisoner seizes some conditions and wants to negotiate, it is of no use."

Wen Da pursed his lips in embarrassment - he was waiting for the underground beef secretary to speak, so you quickly preemptively and asked the secretary: "What is he doing with all the materials in the archives room? Afterwards, the two agents told you However, we want to investigate the collusion inside and outside the prison, is it also related to him? He got all the prisoner files out? Those are confidential documents!"

"So, he is the smallest villain outside the game." Desimia murmured. Bo Helunying could almost feel the onion trembling under her head.

"Oh, it's like that," Powentes thought very slowly at that time, and suddenly remembered my abuse of male prisoners: "...After that, no one made a complaint against him in the women's prison, saying that he The language of actions is very rough—yes, of course you are skeptical, and he is worried about that! But he also knows that there is still a need to go through the cutscene. And most importantly, you hope he can help you find it together , Let’s see which prisoner colluded with the secretary.”

"I even saved his life!"

No matter how heavily guarded a heavy-duty prison is, it is also managed by manpower, so it is inevitable that there will be accidents. The number of non-prisoners who retreat into the prison is actually less than what others imagined—the prison visitors, the public security personnel, the reporters, and even the students who have not come to the field class for a while... In case it really happens that the prisoner seizes the hostage In such high-probability events, the police will definitely retreat and negotiate with the prisoners and redeem the hostages with conditions.

...What happened next was both logical and faintly thrilling. Even though it was locked in front of the iron bars, when the snake skin suddenly launched an attack, it still made people react. The arms stretched back and grabbed the woman in overalls like catching a big bird. He was choked and pulled under the railing, making a muffled sound when he hit the railing.