My years as a boss

"2091, talk."

Lin Yi took Jiang Yiyi out of the cell and stopped in a deserted place.

Jiang Yiyi glanced around and paused at the ubiquitous cameras.

Sensing his gaze, Lin Yi, who was taking a cigarette out of his pocket, said without raising his head, "For safety." He turned his back to the camera, and handed Jiang Yiyi a cigarette: "Let's talk."

Jiang Yiyi took the cigarette, and Lin Yi took out the lighter.

Jiang Yiyi avoided the lighter, and the cigarette flew up and down between his index finger and middle finger, making people dazzled: "I don't smoke."

Lin Yi paused, took back the lighter, glanced at his hand, and commented objectively: "The fingers are very nimble."

Jiang Yiyi didn't stop, not so much because he likes it, but because he is familiar with the feeling of something spinning on his fingertips: "After all, my work is closely related to it."

Lin Yi watched his expression: "Split, smash, reorganize?"

Jiang Yiyi looked puzzled: "It doesn't sound like a description of a surgeon."

Lin Yi didn't notice any clues from his expression, he looked away, stroked the cigarette in his hand, and after a short pause, he went straight to the point: "I don't know what your purpose is..."

"But I suppose you don't want to stay here long either?"

Lin Yi's confident rhetorical question was categorically denied by Jiang Yiyi.

"Why don't you want to?" Jiang Yiyi became more and more confused: "The first floor is pretty good."

Neither dangerous nor deadly, even the prisoners are so amiable, what better place than the first floor?

No more.

Lin Yi's expression froze for a moment: "Do you want to stay here?"

Jiang Yiyi was puzzled by his reaction: "Is there any reason why I don't want to stay here?"

Lin Yi stared at him silently for a long time, Jiang Yiyi's reaction disrupted all his thoughts and made him doubt his own judgment.

"If you want to stay on the first floor..." Lin Yi struggled to straighten out his thoughts: "Then you have done too much."

Jiang Yiyi blinked: "I didn't do anything."

Lin Yi tried to reposition Jiang Yiyi's personality: "At this time, there is no need to hide."

"The problem is, I really didn't do anything." There was a smile on Jiang Yiyi's calm face, a gentle smile that could be seen everywhere: "Did anyone get hurt because of me? No."

Lin Yi paused for a retort, and then remembered another point: whether it was Xiao Luo or Brother Hu, whether it was an undiscovered wound or a discovered wound, they were all properly sutured—in the words of a doctor, a master-level of sutures.

In other words, if Jiang Yiyi's definition of "no one was injured" is that the wound was healed.Maybe in his eyes, everything he did was really low-key.

But the problem is that the stitched wound is also a wound.

But Lin Yi found Jiang Yiyi's thinking logic from Jiang Yiyi's answer. He looked at Jiang Yiyi with a strange tone: "You didn't do this to exercise your surgical ability, did you?"

Huh?This prison guard is really not easy.

Jiang Yiyi looked at Lin Yi in surprise—although their brain circuits were not on the same level at all, they reached a strange consensus in their conclusions.

Jiang Yiyi's reaction undoubtedly confirmed Lin Yi's guess.

Lin Yi's expression became more and more strange. He understood the other party's logic, but wished that he didn't understand the other party's brain circuit.

The fear of Brother Hu's Xiaolin and the others is not without reason, but from reality, from the source of fear-Jiang Yiyi.

In the eyes of the other party, the definition of death and wounds is completely different from that of ordinary people-human beings do not belong to the same kind in his eyes.

Lack of empathy, narcissism, and loss of social responsibility are undoubtedly the main characteristics of high-functioning sociopaths.

The term high-functioning antisocial has been thrown around in recent years because most of the patients have genius traits and have become fashionable representatives, but there is no doubt that most criminals do not belong to this category of people.

And now, there was one standing in front of Lin Yi.

Lin Yi is not surprised at all now why Jiang Yiyi was imprisoned for practicing medicine without a license, but not for murdering people - those who are easily caught are all idiots.

He could even imagine the scene where Jiang Yiyi took care of everything and then watched the investigators in vain.

Lin Yi paused for so long that Jiang Yiyi became bored.

He didn't know what the other party was thinking - it was also difficult for him to guess Lin Yi's unconstrained judgment at the moment, but it didn't matter what the other party was thinking.

That's all wrong.

Jiang Yiyi threw away the cigarette, interrupting the other party's increasingly terrifying self-imagining: "If there is nothing else to say, then I should go back."

"You can't stay on the first floor." Lin Yi said firmly, "You are too dangerous for the first floor."

"Me? Dangerous?" Jiang Yiyi pointed at himself, a little unbelievable.

"You have to go to the second floor." Lin Yi didn't argue with the other party whether he was in danger or not, because there was no need to argue.

"I reject."

"Then I will apply for special regulations." Lin Yi briefly introduced the special regulations.

Jiang Yiyi glanced at Lin Yi and came to a conclusion: "Do you want to go to the second floor?"

Lin Yi paused for a moment.

Jiang Yiyi recalled a few words related to the other party: "You are related to the people above Brother Hu, and the people above Brother Hu belong to the Niu Luohui..." He turned countless pictures in his mind, and finally froze when the other party said silently " I-see-got-" that scene.

"Are you the one with a purpose?"

Lin Yi's Adam's apple moved slightly.

As expected of a good-looking npc, she really has a special status.

Jiang Yiyi became a little interested: "Before asking others, at least you should clarify your purpose?"

"This is not a request." Lin Yi reminded the other party: "This is a notice."

Jiang Yiyi raised his hand, and Lin Yi subconsciously grasped the baton.

Jiang Yiyi smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and repeated: "Notification?"

Holding the baton, Lin Yi suddenly smelled a bit of blood in front of the opponent's aura of enveloping everything, from the tip of the blade, in front of death.

He took a step back subconsciously, and looked intently, Jiang Yiyi's hand was still in the same posture of patting his shoulder just now, and there was nothing on it.

Jiang Yiyi lowered his hand, shaking his fingers restlessly: "Say it again."

Those unnecessary persistence suddenly lost the reason to continue, Lin Yi withdrew his hand holding the baton, and calmly said: "I have a reason to go to the fourth floor."

"Fourth floor." Jiang Yiyi said it to himself, feeling a little familiar.

He pondered for a few seconds, and found the broken words in his memory, which came from the perseverance of Amway.

"Fourth floor, when will we be able to return to the fourth floor?" Fa Xiao thought in a broken voice: "Jane Si, Jian Si, show me well, we don't want to solve the case, let's go back to the safe zone first."

Hmm... Jiang Yiyi fell into silence, returning to the fourth floor?Safe place?

From these two sentences, Jiang Yiyi tasted an endless bloodbath.

"We can work together." Lin Yi stared at Jiang Yiyi, and changed his way of persuading him: "I think, you have discovered that there is no room for you to practice surgery on the first floor?"

Jiang Yiyi withdrew his thoughts and looked at Lin Yi.

"But on the second floor, you will find that there are many places where surgeons are needed."

Jiang Yiyi gave Lin Yibiao a lawful and evil stance, and raised his eyes to remind him: "You know what you're talking about, right?"

"I know." Lin Yi made a choice without hesitation: "I will help you."

"We can help each other." Lin Yi lowered his voice, and made a tempting proposal: "You just need to go to the place where you feel comfortable, and I will help you..." He paused: "Exert your Medicine."

Jiang Yiyi glanced at his character skills, and said something irrelevant: "Actually, I also have a little research on psychology."

Lin Yi waited for his next sentence.

"So I may need to study psychology."

Lin Yi is really restrained, but now he can't restrain his doubts—surgery can still be performed through wounds, but psychology...?

And he is very clear about Jiang Yiyi's files. Jiang Yiyi's so-called a little research, if he refers to the level of several psychology books in his home, it is not a little research, it is not a beginner at all.

His judgment is very close to reality. Among Jiang Yiyi's only character skills, the level of psychology is entry level, which is the level that all normal people can reach.

Jiang Yiyi turned a blind eye to his doubts, and continued on his own: "If you are sure that you will help me..." Jiang Yiyi smiled warmly at Lin Yi: "Of course I will help you too."

Lin Yi's Adam's apple twitched again and again, unable to give a firm answer.

There is no doubt that he is making a dangerous decision. Compared with the content of the cooperation, the partner is the source of all dangers.

"Have you figured it out?" Jiang Yiyi looked at him with great interest: "What are you hesitating about?"

What am I hesitating about?

Yes, what am I hesitating about?

die?blood?killing?

That's all I'll ever face.

Lin Yi made a choice: "Deal."

"Then, happy cooperation." Jiang Yiyi stretched out his hand and shook Lin Yi. When he approached him, he lowered his voice to remind the other party: "In order to avoid things we don't want to see happen, I would like to remind you."

"I don't like betrayers."

He let go of his hand and waved to Zhang Zheng who was far away in the corridor: "Prisoner Zhang, let's go back together."

He brushed past Lin Yi.

But their story has only just begun.