Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1061 Prison Situation (3)

, The two prosecutors sat down for less than five seconds, and Bohemia gave them each a nickname in their hearts.Among them, the older gray-haired man whose face was soaked in a sense of solemnity, because of the deep forehead lines on his forehead, was secretly called "old leather shoes" by her; the other was younger, although he also made He has a serious look on his face, but it always makes people feel that he is trying his best to hide his inexperience, so he got the name "Little Virgin".

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

"Old Leather Shoes" looked at Bohemia, frowning tightly. "Although all letters and phone calls will be tested, this kind of contact is being made in a form that we don't know... It may be an order issued from prison, such as destroying evidence, hunting down enemies, etc. It is also possible that information from the outside world entered the prison in reverse, providing illegal services to detainees awaiting final judgment and helping them avoid crimes. You are young and inexperienced. I thought this position was not suitable for you at the beginning; but you are now The warden is here, you should be able to provide us with some useful information no matter what, right?"

The attitude of this broken leather shoe is quite arrogant - even if Bohemia doesn't regard herself as the warden, she can't help but put on a straight face.Before she opened her mouth, Descartes suddenly spoke in a low voice. It seemed to be completely fascinated by the NPC's speech, and completely forgot that it had just been pinched once: "...Hey, did you notice that the content in the mini game , seems to be advancing the plot development of Prison Situation!"

... When, of course I found out.

She cleared her throat and carefully observed the two men in front of her.If there is anything wrong with these two people to her, it is that they are too relaxed - just sitting so ordinary, someone may stab a knife behind them at any time; They don't know how to drink the rare water quickly...

Eh?
When Bohemia was stunned for a moment, Descartes seemed to sense her doubts, and at the same time was puzzled: "...Who poured water for them?"

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

"Hey, Miss Winters!" Seeing that she didn't respond for a while, the old leather shoes lowered his voice and said, "Did you hear what I said? Do you have any news to tell us?"

of course not.

"I have to investigate carefully..." She said vaguely, waving her hands at the two of them: "Please, drink water, drink water."

The little maiden took a big gulp as she raised the cup—on the edge of his palm, two bright red scratching scars were deeply imprinted on the skin.The old leather shoe snorted and leaned back on the chair: "Put a young girl in charge of the largest prison in the area... I knew it would be like this, and I can't help."

It must be appropriate for your mother to take care of it, Bohemia cursed inwardly.

The wound on the little virgin's hand may be due to the victim's struggle, or he may just have a cat; and the old leather shoes seem to have never passed a red light in his life-how can it be judged based on this little information? Who is the serial killer?
"I didn't have much confidence in your investigation." Old Leather Shoes became more and more dissatisfied with her dumb attitude, and his tone became more and more tough: "Please inform the next one, I request to communicate with prisoner 1759 Meet and talk. You'd better go together, you can't do this job in this office."

Before Bohemia could react, the little virgin's face turned pale; she couldn't help licking her lips even though she had just drank water.

The last one was a suspected cannibal, so who is this number 1759?
At this time, Bohemia could no longer pretend to be stupid, so she had to call the subordinate who delivered the sandwiches just now, and gave him the job of informing the meeting; of course, in the eyes of the old leather shoes, it was undoubtedly confirmed that she was A vase that does nothing.

The meeting was scheduled for 10 minutes later. The two detectives stared at her for a while, and finally got up and left because they wanted to smoke.Bohemia let out a long sigh of relief, and immediately collapsed on the table.

"What are you doing relaxing?" Descartes floated on the table, as if looking down at her. "Have you forgotten what the host said? 'Among the people who walk into your office next, one is a serial killer'... After you go to prison, no one will come in. Anyway, the people who come in are for Looking for you, to promote the plot. This means that you still have [-] minutes to meet the next killer candidate—if there is any."

"So what if you come in, anyway, I can't tell the difference."

"Miss Winters?"

Just muttering, she heard someone call her at the door, and she sat up straight in shock—it was an ordinary-looking man with messy hair, wearing overalls: "Who are you talking to?"

"I... I'm talking to myself," Bohemia asked directly who he was, and coughed, "Is there something wrong?"

The man in the overalls looked even more dazed than she was: "Didn't you ask me to report the safety and sanitation situation in various parts of the institution? I even wrote down the maintenance and cleaning list."

One of the most espoused principles among prison administrators is the "Broken Window Theory."A broken window left unattended creates a disorderly environment, attracting more vandalism and crime; in an institution like a prison, even one piece of graffiti or a clogged urinal can cause prisoners to snowball into bigger and bigger disorderly and illegal behavior.

... After Descartes finished showing off the side information, the man in overalls also sat down on the chair and handed her a document.When he looked at Bohemia, his eyes were almost worried, just like an elder brother looking at his uneasy sister: "Miss Winters, I don't think you should go with me."

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

"I understand that you said at the meeting that you hope to make the prisoners feel that they are in a humane environment, but after all..." he said here, embarrassed, as if he didn't know how to word it: "but... After all, you... well, you are not suitable for patrolling the prison."

"why?"

The man in overalls was even more embarrassed, his face flushed slightly, and he rubbed his hands on his thighs vigorously a few times.When he moved, Bohemia immediately noticed that there were a few long hairs hanging on the edge of his trouser pockets—his own hair was flaxen, but those long hairs were pure black. Know that belongs to women.

"Because... because of you..." He scratched his head vigorously, "You are young and a woman, those guys may... say some impolite words."

"What's the matter? I couldn't care less." It was true.

"That's what I said... But, that..." The man in the overalls sighed, and finally seemed to have made up his mind: "I will be by your side when the time comes, and I will definitely control them for you."

Bohemia let out an "oh", but the few hairs caught on the zipper of his trouser pocket turned in his mind.If it weren't for her good eyesight, she really wouldn't have noticed... Why is another woman's hair caught in that position?Could it be that the woman had already lost consciousness, and her head was being swung back and forth in his hands...

She shuddered.

"If you want to say suspicious, it seems that everyone is suspicious except for old leather shoes. So, it must be old leather shoes!" Descartes started its nonsense reasoning again: "No, no, if the question is asked People deliberately set up such a trap..."

Relying on such information alone is not enough.Bohemia decided to take the initiative and ask for more information, and then smiled at the man in overalls who seemed to be easy to talk: "Your family is all right?"

This sentence was so ordinary, but it suddenly made the man turn blue - his face was tense, the corners of his mouth were hooked downward like a scimitar, he stared at her and stopped talking.

"One mistake, you said something to the NPC that the warden himself would never say, causing doubts!" ​​The host of the instance suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "After the mini-game is over, the onion undressing will be performed immediately!"

Bohemia wished she could turn the table over to the face of the man opposite - could this man be an orphan?no home?
"No, not good."

The man in overalls took a deep breath and returned to his normal expression: "I think you are referring to my parents? They still live in the small town on the South Forest side...but, they are here at this time I lost a pair of grandchildren in the accident, and I can't get better."

……what happened?

Bohemia couldn't inquire directly, so she could only hold back her doubts and nodded in pain.

"Speaking of which, I thank you very much, Miss Winters." The man in overalls calmed down, stared into her eyes and said, "After my ex-wife remarried, I changed the surnames of both my children. Over the years, almost Nobody knew they were my kids. I wouldn't have been able to continue working in that guy's prison if it hadn't been discovered..."

Speaking of this, his cheeks were bulging with blue veins, but he forced out a cool smile. "If you hadn't helped hide it, I would have been transferred away. I cherish the job opportunity here, really...not everyone has the opportunity to meet the damned person every day...Sometimes, I really don't Understand why the state is wasting taxpayers' money like this."

Descartes made a sound like being strangled by the neck.

"The sense of justice is too extreme, coupled with the excitement of losing a child," it murmured, "it must be him!"

Bohemia was full of hesitation, and just when she didn't know whether to believe it or not, she heard a series of footsteps rushing outside the door; the male secretary who brought her the beef sandwich rushed to the door and shouted out of breath: " There was a riot in the prison! And, and Agent Geer, just had a convulsion while smoking, and is now sent to the medical room!"

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

Bohemia glanced down, the water in the two white paper cups still seemed to be emitting a slight heat.

(End of this chapter)