Doomsday Wonderland

The two prosecutors sat down for less than five seconds, and Bohemia gave them a nickname in their hearts. One of the gray-haired men who was a little older and immersed in a solemn sense of pleats, because of the deep head-up pattern on her forehead, was secretly called "old leather shoes" by her; another was lighter, although it was also made. A look of seriousness, but always made people feel that he is trying to hide his inexperience, got a name called "little virgin."

"...we have reason to suspect that someone in this prison is secretly communicating with the outside world."

"Old shoes" looked at Bohemia, and the eyebrows wrinkled tightly. "Although all letters and telephones will be tested, this connection is being carried out in a form we don't know... it may be an order issued from prison, such as destroying evidence, killing an enemy, etc. It is also possible that the message of entering the prison from the outside is reversed, providing illegal services for the detainees waiting for the final judgment and helping them escape from guilt. You are young and inexperienced, I thought that this position is not suitable for you; but you are now The warden is over, how can you provide us with some useful information?"

This shoe-breaking shoe is quite arrogant - even if Bohemia doesn't see himself as a warden, it doesn't matter. She still didn't speak, but Descartes suddenly spoke low. It seemed to be completely fascinated by NPC's speech. I forgot that I had just smashed it once: "...hey, you found no, the content in the game. It seems that the story of the prison situation is also being promoted!"

...when, of course, found out.

She cleared her throat and carefully observed the two men in front of her eyes. If it is said that there is something wrong with her two people, that is, they are too relaxed - they are sitting so flat and often, they may be smashed at any time behind them; there are two hot dishes on the table. The cups, they don’t know how to grab the rare water and drink it...

Eh?

When Bohemia bowed, Descartes felt as if she had her doubts, and at the same time she wondered: "...Who gave them the water?"

When the female doctor left, there seemed to be no paper cups on the table - did they pour themselves?

"Hey, Miss Winters!" Perhaps the old shoes didn't respond to her, and she lowered her voice and said, "Have you heard my words? Do you have any news that can tell us?"

of course not.

"I have to investigate it carefully..." she said vaguely, waving her hand to the two: "Please, drink water, drink water."

The little virgin drank a cup and drank a big mouth—on the edge of his palm, two bright red scratches were printed on the skin. The old leather shoes snorted and leaned back in the chair: "Let a young girl manage the biggest prison in the country... I know it will be like this, I can't help."

Your mother is sure to be right, Bohemian whispered in his stomach.

The wound in the hand of a small virgin may be due to the struggle of the victim, or he may only have a cat; and the old shoes seem to have never seen a red light in this life - how can it be judged by this little message? Who is the serial killer?

"I didn't have much confidence in your investigation." The old shoes are more and more dissatisfied with her dumb-like attitude, and the tone is getting tougher: "You will let me know, I am asking for prisoner No. 1759." Meet the meeting. You'd better go there too. In this office, you can't do the job."

Not waiting for Bohemia to respond, the little virgin's face was stunned by a layer of white; it was clear that he had drunk the water, but he still couldn't hold back his lips.

The last one is suspected of cannibalism. What character is this No. 1759?

Bohemia couldn't be stupid at this time, so he had to call the subordinate who had just sent the sandwich and handed him the notice to see him. Of course, looking at the shoes of the old shoes, it was undoubtedly confirmed that she was A vase that won't do anything.

After 30 minutes of meeting, the two agents and her big eyes blinked for a while and finally got up because they wanted to smoke. Bohemia sighed with relief and suddenly fell on the table.

"What are you doing to relax?" Descartes floated on the table as if looking at her in a condescending position. "Have you forgotten the host's words?" One of the people who walked into your office next time, one is a serial killer'... After you went to prison, probably no one would come in. Anyway, the people who came in were all Find you and push the story. That means, you still have twenty minutes to meet the next killer candidate - if there is one."

"How about coming in, I can't get it anyway."

"Miss Winters?"

When I was stunned, I heard someone suddenly yell at her at the door, and she was so shocked that she immediately sat up straight - it was a man with a normal look and a messy hair, dressed in a tooling: "Who are you talking to?"

"I... I talk to myself," Bohemia didn't ask him directly, coughing: "Is there something?"

The tooling man looks even more awkward than her: "Don't you ask me to report the safety and health of the organization? I even wrote the list of repairs and cleanings."

One of the principles that most prison administrators believe in is the "broken window theory." A broken window, regardless of the broken window, will create a disorderly environment, attracting more damage and crime; even in a institution like prison, even a graffiti or urinal blockage may cause prisoners to become more and more snowballed. Unorderedness and illegal behavior.

... After the Descartes sold out the partial door message, the tooling man sat down in the chair and handed her a document. When he looked at Bohemia, his eyes were almost worried, just like a long-brother looking at a sister who was not worried: "Miss Winters, I think you should still not go with me."

"Hey?" She has never said a few complete words in this game.

"I understand that you said at the meeting that you want the prisoners to feel that they are in a human environment, but after all..." He said it was awkward and didn't seem to know how to word it: "But... After all... that, you are not very suitable to go to the prison."

"why?"

The tooling man was even more embarrassed, his face slightly reddened, and his hands rubbed a few times on his thigh. His movement suddenly reminded Bohemia that he had several long hairs hanging from the edge of his trouser pocket - his own hair was numb, and the long hairs were pure black. Know that it belongs to women.

"Because...because of you..." He scratched his head hard. "You are young and a woman. Those guys may... be rude."

"What is there? I can't help but care less." This is the truth.

"That is what I said...but, that..." The tooling man sighed and finally made up his mind: "I will be with you when I arrive, I will control them for you."

Bohemian "oh", the brain turned into the hair that was caught on the zipper of his trouser pocket. If it wasn’t for her good eyesight, I really couldn’t notice it... Why is another woman’s hair stuck in that position? The woman has lost consciousness, and a head is swinging back and forth in his hands...

She trembled.

"To be suspicious, it seems that in addition to the old leather shoes, everyone has suspicious things. So, it must be old shoes!" Descartes began its nonsense reasoning again: "No, no, if it is a problem." People deliberately set such a trap..."

It’s not enough to rely on such a message. Bohemia decided to take the initiative to attack and ask for more information. Then he smiled at the tooling man who seemed to speak very well: "Is your family very good?"

This sentence is so ordinary, but fiercely called the man's face - his face is tight, his mouth is hung down like a machete, staring at her not talking.

"A mistake, you told the NPC that the warden himself would never say anything, causing doubts!" ​​The copy host suddenly shouted: "After the game, the onion will be undressed immediately!"

Bohemian can't wait to get the table to the opposite man's face - is this person an orphan? No home?

"No, not good."

The tooling man took a deep breath and restored some normal looks: "I think you are referring to my parents? They still live in the town on the south side of the forest... but they are here this time. Lost a grandson in the accident, I can't get it."

……what happened?

Bohemian couldn't directly inquire, but had a question in his stomach and nodded in pain.

"Speaking of this, I am very grateful to you, Miss Winters." The tooling man calmed down and stared at her eyes and said, "After my ex-wife remarried, I changed my son and daughter to their surnames. No one knows that they are my children. If it wasn’t because of this, I couldn’t continue working in the prison where the guy was serving...”

Speaking of this, his gangs were embossed with blue veins, but they burst out with a cool smile. "If you didn't help me to hide, I was already transferred. I cherish the job opportunities here, really... not everyone, have the opportunity to meet the **** every day... Sometimes, I really don't Understand why the state is to waste taxpayers' money like this."

Descartes gave a sound like a smashed neck.

“The sense of justice is too extreme, coupled with the stimulation of losing the child,” he murmured. “It must be him!”

Bohemian was hesitant. When I didn’t know whether to take the letter, I just heard a rush of footsteps outside the door; the male secretary who gave her a beef sandwich, rushed to the door and gasped and shouted: There was a riot in the prison! Moreover, and the agent of Geer, who was suddenly screaming while smoking, was sent to the medical room!"

Geer - isn't that the little virgin who drank water?

Bohemia bowed his head, and the water in the two white paper cups still seemed to be slightly scented.