unintentionally seduce

One year later, No.13 Military District, West, Declan Super Prison.

Ten o'clock in the morning on the open-air lawn of Declan Prison is the time for prisoners to relax.

In groups of three or four or alone, all the prisoners here, even if they glance casually from the corner of their eyes, make people feel as if they are being targeted by some cold and slippery creature, which is inexplicably dangerous.

The meadow is quiet at this time, although the prison guards who stay here say that Declan is always quiet—like a dead virgin forest, or the brown ugly land exposed on the meadow, no one is there. Want to know what horrible or dirty things are hidden in there.

The day was uneventful, as usual.Until a prison van came from the horizon beyond the boundless expanse and stopped beyond the iron thorns more than ten meters high in the pasture.

"Hey," looking at the palms that were nonchalantly grasping the iron thorn fence, the muscles on the big arms with rough tattoos were knotted, and Tang Li, who was dark complexion, turned his head to look at the couple behind him. Personally, with a ferocious smile, "We have a group of 'new friends' again."

The same unfriendly eyes followed him, and a police officer got out of the prison car, turned around to the rear of the car, and when he reached the back door of the prison car, he took out the key and opened the big black lock hung on the door.Following the police officer's actions, the pasture became inexplicably quiet, and most people's eyes were focused on the prison cart facing the pasture.There was no sound in the car for a long while, until some prisoners looked more and more impatiently, and finally heard the rustling of chains.

The number of people who got off the prison car was much less than the "group" Tang Liso thought, or there was actually only one: a young man with black curly long hair got off the car with a pale face, and his thin body staggered when he got out of the car He took a step, and when he walked over, he felt a little unsteady even in his walking steps.After he got out of the car and walked a few steps, he raised his head as if feeling something, and looked at the clear sky with a few strands of clouds floating in it, with a faint smile that was almost invisible on the corner of his lips.

This movement didn't have much range, it only exposed the face hidden under the slightly long curly hair and the arc of the slender neck to the sun and everyone's eyes.

It was obviously just a normal and ordinary movement, but everyone who looked over from the iron thorns was astonished——

These people really didn't expect that among the "friends" who stepped into this murderous place one day, there would be such a one... like a precious pearl that should be raised in a noble family after birth.

The shock lasted for a moment, and then the original amazement was replaced by many malicious intentions: in Declan Prison, it is not lucky to look good.

So, before the young man lowered his gaze, unscrupulous whistles were already heard one after another in the pasture.Tang Li, who was standing at the outermost edge, tightened his hand holding the iron thorn, and the smile on his face became more terrifying. Seeing the young man turning his gaze to the pasture following the whistle, he raised his head and shouted at the young man maliciously. Shouted: "Where did you get it? She is such a beautiful girl. It seems that the brothers will not be lonely in the future."

Even the young police officer who was following the young man couldn't hold back a shudder when he heard the voice and met the sight. Tang Li, who caught the news, smiled a little more, and his eyes turned a little. From a small angle, he gripped the young man's body aggressively.However, the shyness of the young man that he expected to see did not exist at all. The man seemed unaware of his threat, with a flat expression, and looked away calmly.

In response to this silent to ignoring reaction, both the prison guards and the prisoners in the pasture were somewhat surprised, and even the few prisoners who had been silent in the corner slowly raised their eyes.

"..."

As if being slapped suddenly, the black skin in the soup was flushed red, he gritted his teeth fiercely, seeing that the young man's eyes had torn away the previous cover, and turned completely like he was about to devour people After a while, he sneered and seemed to have calmed down. He turned and left the fence of the pasture without saying a word.Only the people behind him could see clearly—the look in Tang Li's eyes when he turned around made people shudder.

After recovering from their astonishment, many people glanced indifferently at the extremely weak young man who came over—in the eyes of most people, this man was no different from a dead man.

"...Jack, pull out his information and give it to me."

In the monitoring room, the man sitting in the leather chair frowned slightly, and pointed his fingers at the young man in the surveillance screen that was zoomed in on the center screen, "I want to see him before he is put in prison this afternoon."

"Yes, boss." The young man in the corner hurriedly responded, patted his chest with his right hand reassuringly, and the donut held in his left hand was about to be stuffed to the side——

"Let me find you eating during working hours next time," the handsome man with light blue eyes turned the leather chair, and unhurriedly cast his oppressive eyes on the stiff Jack, "I Just send you to the 'bowl' of those people in the soup."

The young man retreated a little tremblingly: "There will be no next time, boss, I promise."

"Very good." The man nodded with satisfaction - even though his expressionless face seemed to have nothing to do with the word "satisfaction".

A few minutes later, Jack, who was huddled in the corner, said, "Uh, boss, I think there might be something wrong here..."

The handsome man's eyes flashed a little bit of emotion that could barely be discerned between clear and expected: "How many levels of encryption is his data?"

Jack raised his head and shook his head dullly: "There is no code. Oriental descent, immigrated to District [-] after middle school, and..."

Speaking of this, Jack's voice became vague again. Seeing that the man sitting opposite him was already frowning, Jack quickly stopped his voice: "Boss, you should see for yourself."

After speaking, he briefly operated on the keyboard, and the pile of data on his computer was projected to the central screen in the monitoring room.

The man on the leather chair glanced at the not lengthy text at a glance, and after capturing all the information, his brows were completely wrinkled—this made Jack, who was watching from the side, frightened for a long time, until Seeing that the man didn't have an attack after a few minutes, but just stared at the screen intently, he opened his mouth cautiously and tentatively: "This man's resume is almost perfect, even his prison record is just a little bit negligible compared to it." The only thing that doesn't make sense is that, based on his history, such a small crime should not have landed him in prison - and in the terrible Declan Prison."

"..." Anderson was silent for a while, then raised his hand and clicked on the young man in the photo on the center screen, "In half an hour, someone will take him to the interrogation room."

***

Seeing with his own eyes the young man with the same face as in the photo being brought into the interrogation room by the prison guards, Anderson was still amazed—the young man in front of him was so beautiful that people saw him for the first time. It is difficult to focus on other aspects.

"...the reason for going to jail?" Anderson cleared his throat uncomfortably, forcing himself to look at the file.

The young man with a pale face was smiling as Anderson saw in the surveillance camera, but he didn't respond to his question at all. He leaned softly in the broad interrogation chair with his eyes closed, and the young man looked like a He was careless and careless as if he had returned to his own home.

Whether it was because of his status or his own conditions, it was the first time Anderson was in such a situation where he was completely ignored.Perhaps most people are unavoidable to condone good-looking people, and Anderson is not immune. He repeated his own voice unhurriedly, never taking his eyes off the young man.

However, it was obvious that the young man was not a person who valued face, and Anderson's second question still did not get any response from him.

It was rare for Anderson to feel a little nerve-wracking. He sat there silent for a while, and then he spoke again: "Xiao Fujiu."

These three pure oriental pronunciations spit out from Anderson's mouth, the words are correct, but still have a bit of jerky, obviously he doesn't often use oriental languages.Even so, the pale young man opened his eyes immediately.

The gloomy gaze that did not match Qingrou's appearance suddenly surrounded Anderson. During this moment of trance, Anderson even had the illusion of being pressed against his throat by the tip of a knife glowing with cold light.And this illusion made him tense all the muscles in his body in an instant, like a beast ready to go, his dangerous gaze reflexively locked on the young man not far in front of him.

This overreaction obviously caught the young man's attention. His originally cold and gloomy gaze seemed to be dizzy, and a faint mocking emotion spread from the young man's eyes like circles of ripples. Anderson, some pale lips parted slightly:

"Officer Anderson, there is an old saying in the Seventh District - 'A gentleman cannot stand under a wall'."

This oriental language is like old thick ink, with the unique melodious voice of young people. Before Anderson was given time to understand and react, the young man caught the end of the sentence in fluent Western language: "Smart words: don't approach me , don’t investigate me, don’t understand me, don’t become interested in me, don’t exceed the limits of your responsibilities. If you make a wrong step…” The corners of the young man’s lips curled up slightly, and his eyelids drooped to cover those clear, beautiful eyes with watery eyes. eyes, and there was an inexplicable sneer in his voice, "You will be smashed to pieces! ——Believe me, that death will not look good."

Anderson froze in place.One is that he did not expect that the young man would use an oriental language that is more pure and melodious than his pronunciation, lightly mocking his reaction; the other is that he did not expect that this young man who looks as delicate and beautiful as a modern art statue , but the sound of the first opening was like wine that has been fermented for countless years, with a kind of accumulation of years and unspeakable temptation, tempting people to sink involuntarily.

Anderson's fingers clasped on the table tensed up, and he shook his head lightly: "It seems that I can't bear to be smart."

If Jack in the monitoring room could hear his boss say these words at this moment, his jaw would probably drop in shock: he doesn’t remember when their boss, who has always been known as a “humanoid monster”, developed this kind of almost love talk function.

To this "honor", the young people's reaction was almost indifferent, and the arc of the corner of the mouth was frightening against the cold gaze.He looked at the man's light blue pupils for a few seconds with eyes without human emotion, and snorted slightly, "If you didn't look a little like him..."

The voice stopped abruptly at this point, the young man closed his eyes and did not speak again.

The author has something to say:

The year of Mr. Tang's absence made Xiao Jiu's temperament a bit violent, so Xiao Jiu in this volume will no longer be as warm and gentle as in the previous volume.

Although I personally feel that after the painted skin is torn off, Xiao Jiu is even more charming (idiot face)

Ahem, this volume will slowly fill in the holes left in the previous volume, and I will try my best to explain what needs to be explained clearly. Please be patient.

In addition, Mr. Tang will appear in the next chapter.