Doomsday Wonderland

... The beef sandwich secretary is actually pretty good.

Not to mention how beautiful, at least his eyes are clear, his skin is clean, and his short hair is neatly combed - she can see it so clearly because this face is now close to the desk, because I have to say no The mouth of the exit rose and the face was slightly reddish.

"That... I, I didn't know it last time. You didn't like Mexican food." He glanced at Bohemia and immediately lowered his head and yelled: "It happened that my friend recommended a Japanese restaurant in the city." It’s very red, I’m so close to the seat... That, if you didn’t make arrangements on Saturday night, it’s better to go eat and eat together...”

Bohemian blinked.

... for her, this is a brand new field.

What does this person mean? Poisoning in the dish? No, what did he say about the seat... Is it an underground boxing fight that requires a predetermined number? But the underground boxing battle did not eat. Red This restaurant refers to blood? Do not go to the afternoon in the morning, but go to the evening, what conspiracy?

Coincidentally, when Bohemian stared at the beef secretary and was full of thoughts, the copy host spoke in a timely manner: "The time to notify the third stage goal has arrived."

The beef secretary kept the same position and suddenly fell into standby, listening to the voice of the replica host echoing in the room.

"The goal of the third phase is to properly use your expertise to appease prisoners. Second, survive to the fourth stage."

... Need to specifically regard "survival" as a goal, which means that she may be in danger next life? I think she will go to inspect the cell soon, perhaps it should be more careful.

"I have a special experience for survival," Descartes is really like a philosopher at this point: "You ask me, ask me."

Bohemia ignored it, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, the secretary of the beef rushed nodded: "I agree!"

She promised to eat dinner with a slap in the air, and she couldn't tell the beef secretary what was wrong; he turned his face all at once, and he said with joy and cramped: "That... then we should go."

"Come on me, life is at stake."

"Wait a minute," Bohemia rushed the beef secretary and waved his hand, carefully picking up a kraft envelope and approaching the safe in the corner. "I will take this document and go."

"My experience!"

The safe combination of the passwords was written behind the SandyWinters parental photos and was discovered by Bohemia early on. Seeing that she was going to open the safe, the beef secretary coughed with a sensation, pretending to stand up and look at the wall certificate, and turned her back; Bohemia’s call to Descartes turned a deaf ear and looked back at the secretary. Found that he did not have the opportunity to peek, this time pressed the number keys four times. As soon as the drip sound was over, the cabinet door suddenly opened, revealing a space with several stacks of documents and bags.

"Survival experience -"

"There is a fart," Bohemia whispered by looking at the documents. "If you dare not tell me now, I will lick the meat."

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

As if he had not heard it, Bohemia looked at the things in his hand.

The safe contains the passport of SandyWinters, the statements sent by several banks, a phone book with the name of the abbreviation, and a piece of white paper - a piece of curved arc with a piece of arrow on the white paper. Round, there is a black dot between each arc, and I don't know what it means - in addition, a small bag with a seal, a motel room key, etc., can't be seen any special. Where.

She smashed Descartes into the safe when she turned the beef secretary over. In its screaming, Bohemia consciously held it to death, and then "slammed" the door.

The safe door was closed, and the gap suddenly spent vaguely; Descartes seemed to be less constrained by the laws of space, and the color blocks were mixed out of the cabinet, asking her: "What do you do?" Okay?"

"Don't follow me, I don't want to see you," Bohemia whispered in a sigh of relief. "Don't force me to give you a doll... an adult."

“Really? Too good—”

When it was not finished, Bohemia pressed back to the ground with consciousness, and reopened the door and stuffed it back. At this time, Descartes was trapped in the copy of the game, and there was no need to hang consciousness on it. After withdrawing her consciousness, she stood up and saw the beef secretary still staring at the wall with dedication. On the certificate, I yelled: "Go."

Walking down the stairs to the next floor, she passed the conference room door and she glanced at the half-open door. The key was already unplugged, and it was empty, revealing rows of tables and chairs.

Bohemia looked at the meeting room again, and his thoughts stirred up, but he didn't know what he wanted to ask.

From the words of the beef secretary, SandyWinters is very authoritative in managing prisoners. She is a loyal follower of the “walking management” approach, often visiting prison interiors, activity areas or special accommodation areas. Almost every detainee knows her and respects her – considering her role is a young and beautiful girl. I am afraid that this miracle will only be staged in the game.

"Eh,"

When the two stopped in front of a thick iron gate in the corridor, Bohemia suddenly remembered a detail that seemed to be incompatible with the description of the beef secretary. "Wenda, the one wearing the tooling, advised me not to come in this afternoon. He worried that I was a young woman. When the prisoners met, they might say something bad."

"Cough," the beef secretary did not go to the heart, reached out and brushed the card, the iron door slowly opened in the muffled sound. "You didn't just hire him for a long time. He probably doesn't trust your ability."

It turned out that she was recruiting herself... Bohemia thought of the black hair in his pocket. He is not a serial killer, what about those hairs?

The prison guards seemed to like this young and beautiful warden, and they continued to say hello to her along the way; one of them was particularly stout, and the long, invisible guards opened the door with enthusiasm. The second door led her and the beef secretary into the cell area.

"There is no reason," the side-looking prisoner with a face like a crescent, complained dullly: "Miss Winters, you know that their riots and fighting are usually between prisoners and prisoners. Today is not I know what's going crazy... You believe me, old Cotros is just as usual, raising his voice and calling them apart, really as usual... The result is good, starting with the old guys, One by one, they were all red eyes! Several thorns rushed up to us, and later everyone joined, and they screamed and swayed the fence. I couldn’t even hear anything from the people next to me..."

He was one of the prison guards who were present during the riots in the afternoon. He described the situation at the time to Bohemia in detail: "When we found someone falling to the ground and a pool of blood, I thought about it. The next thing is to add fuel to the fire. The situation must be out of control... But I didn’t expect that after discovering the dead, they quickly retired, and they almost went back without paying anything for us. Right, dead. Helsin, have you identified the cause of death?"

Bohemian looked serious: "No, still waiting for the result."

"I heard that the doctor seems to have an accident?" The prison guard revealed a curiosity that was inconsistent with his physique. After being sent out, he had no choice but to stop asking. Several people paused in front of a cell. The moon face hit the iron railing with a baton and shouted to the inside: "Snakeskin, Miss Winters is here!"

To appease the prisoner does not mean that she has to find someone to talk about. The leaders who lead the riots are the most important. As long as they can control these people, they will control the factions of the prison. They will seize the key factors that can affect the overall situation, whether in prison or in prison. In addition, it is an effective method.

The boss in front of me looks really bossy. He was about forty years old. The prison clothes were bulging on the shoulders and the thick muscles on his arms. The lines were sloping and his face was heavy. One eyelid was scratched because he was scratched. . When he approached the railing, even the beef secretary couldn't help but shrink back and walked back half a step.

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

How are you going to go somewhere else in a hurry?

Bohemia knew that this sentence could not be said, but had to cough: "I just dealt with an urgent matter. This afternoon..."

The snake skin nodded slightly. "It doesn't matter, the dead Helsin is not the person on our road anyway. Don't worry if there are people who are dissatisfied with trouble, I will squat." He lifted the eyelid that could be completely opened on one side and looked at the guard and the secretary: "But You should also pay attention to it. The next time you will not be so lucky."

He said here and turned his eyes back to Bohemia. The two stood face to face, like a duck standing in front of a hill.

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

Although I don't understand what it means, Bohemia feels that he is indeed a gifted person. She didn't even finish a single sentence. The same person as the leader would cooperate, really - ah?

Her eyes fixed.

Both the prison guard and the secretary stood behind her, with only a railing between her and the snakeskin. At this time, one hand of the snake skin was on the railing and was caged by the shadow cast by her; the thumb and forefinger he dropped down, and the circle became a circle, facing her, motionless.