The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin could think of the person visiting the prison with his toes.

He first looked up at the armed guards on the high wall, and then put on his glasses to see if there were ambushes on both sides of the corridor. After confirming, he raised his chin at the prison guard and said, "Lead the way."

In the visiting room, Edith Roosevelt sat there uneasily.

As a well-educated and powerful woman, she had never been to a place like prison.

I just felt like the dark wind was blowing, and I was surrounded by malice from all directions.

There is no doubt that this is a sinful place.

Just when the government was uneasy, Zhao Chuanxin appeared.

She couldn't help but be stunned when she saw that he was not wearing handcuffs and had a cigarette in his mouth.

Is the management system of Xinxin Prison so broad?

Zhao Chuanxin sat down with a smile: "Edis, do you miss your old..."

Edith Roosevelt saw the prison guard guarding the door, glared at Zhao Chuanxin and interrupted: "Don't talk nonsense."

She could even guess what was behind it.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said to the prison guard dissatisfied: "Hey, why are you so rude? You actually eavesdropped on our conversation, get out of here!"

Is it really okay to talk to a prison guard like this?

Edith Roosevelt was sitting on wax, and it would be too bad if a fight broke out in front of her.

However, what surprised her was that the prison guard didn't even dare to let out a fart, so he walked out dejectedly and closed the door thoughtfully.

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "It's okay now, you can tell Edie."

Ronald called Edith Roosevelt "Edie", which was the first time he heard this from an outsider.

She was annoyed: "Can't you be more serious?"

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin sat up straight, his expression serious in seconds.

No actor on Broadway can change his face as quickly as he does.

Edith Roosevelt said, "I'm in trouble."

"Oh, isn't that normal?" Zhao Chuanxin's performance was completely different from what Edith Roosevelt thought. He concluded: "You are a troublemaker."

"I..." Edith Roosevelt wanted to take off her shoes and slap him with the soles of her shoes: "I'm really in trouble. A police detective named Charles Baker is blackmailing me, but I can't give him money. I thought, this You should have experience in this kind of thing, I would like to ask you what to do?"

Hearing this name, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

Isn't this the second-rate police detective who interrogated him?

Zhao Chuanxin said seriously: "Indeed, I am very good at it. Next time he comes, I suggest you force yourself to calm down, then count from one to ten in your mind, take twenty deep breaths, and it is best to recite the Rosary silently and recall The beautiful things in life, such as your husband, or the days you have to talk about with me..."

The more Edith Roosevelt listened, the darker his face became. Finally, he turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

After all, her anger outweighed her politeness, and she slammed the table: "Speak to me!"

You are so old, what kind of sin have you done?

Zhao Chuanxin's serious face collapsed in an instant, and he said with a smile: "When you calm down completely, you can shoot him in the head with a gun. This will be more accurate."

"..."

Edith Roosevelt was tired.

Why should I come here?

She stood up and left without saying a word.

Seeing that she was really angry, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and grabbed her.

"Hey, why are you so stingy?"

Edith Roosevelt struggled to break free and put her hands behind her back uncomfortably.

Good guy, you can pull as long as you want, do you have to hold hands?

Even middle-aged women are not spared, right?

She had to suppress her anger and sit down again.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "It's Charles Baker, right? I happen to have issues with him too. Leave this matter to me. Threatening Edie is intolerable."

Edith Roosevelt was very annoyed: "Don't call me that, it gives me goosebumps. Besides, you were afraid that Her Majesty the Queen and your... affairs would be exposed, so you took action, right?"

"Okay, Edie." Zhao Chuanxin said, "There is nothing wrong with the queen and I. We are innocent. Don't misunderstand or be angry."

"What the hell am I angry about?" In desperation, Edith Roosevelt cursed one of the few times in her life.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled on the surface, but sneered in his heart: Never try to take advantage of me.

Edith Roosevelt frowned: "But how did you get out? You shouldn't have caused trouble. So many people have died, and I can't let you out."

"It's okay." Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "The most important thing when traveling in the world is luck. Can you just go out and let it happen?"

"you……"

"Haha, you guys should clean up and wait for me tonight."

Edith Roosevelt suddenly stood up and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin, her face turned red with embarrassment: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Chuanxin also stood up and laughed: "When you meet an important person like me, shouldn't you take a bath and burn incense? You have a dirty mind and you don't know where you are going."

"That's enough!" Edith Roosevelt said angrily.

"Haha, where do you live?"

Edith Roosevelt gave him her room number at the Waldorf Hotel.

After she finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin patted the door and window: "Okay, we're done talking."

Edith Roosevelt was so angry that there was nothing she could do about it.

So he left angrily.

If you stay with this person for a long time, you may have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Thinking about how well-educated a person she is, she was so angry that she lost her mind.

But after walking out of the door, she was suddenly stunned: What does Zhao Chuanxin mean? Can we meet tonight?

When Zhao Chuanxin walked back, the prison guard said: "Scavenger, today the prison is leveling the land in the backyard, and a new prison dormitory will be built there in the future. Do you... go back first, or go there?"

It's really frustrating to have to discuss this kind of thing with the prisoner.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Of course I'm going to work in the backyard. My life creed is to be diligent in running a household, love peace, and hate war."

"..."

When they came to the backyard, everyone was surprised to see such a big guy like Zhao Chuanxin coming to work.

Zhao Chuanxin found several local gang members and gathered them together: "Everyone, our Stink Club is now going to pray for Cihang, thank all sentient beings, and will carry out salvation activities. It is very likely that one will get one for free. I hope you don’t miss it.”

These minions were immediately confused: What do you mean?

A Jew hesitated: "Scavenger, I don't think I have that deep wisdom. I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean."

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "A bunch of idiots still want me to translate. I mean, we, the Stink Club, are going to hunt down someone, and we need your strength outside to make some contribution. Do you understand this?"

Some people were relieved and vowed: "It's a small matter, just one word from me."

Some people stammered: "I think I do have a friend, but I'm not sure whether he will listen to me."

It's obvious who is doing well and who is doing poorly.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper and asked them to write letters and write down their addresses.

A black man wrote more than a dozen names and clapped his chest: "Master, these are my brothers from the same mother. As long as they are given food and food and are not allowed to be bullied by white people, they will definitely be willing to do the hard work." .”

Sure enough, black women’s butts are big and fertile.

But Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "Son, don't get me wrong, this is not a workhouse."

Black person:"……"

At this time, a polite economic prisoner wearing glasses said: "Scavenger, are you going to be released?"

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

This is impossible, right?

Zhao Chuanxin is a serious outlaw who has killed many people, how can he be let go?

"That's not true." Zhao Chuanxin denied it flatly. "Just taking a vacation."

"..."

When there are many people working, it’s actually not that tiring.

Andrew Miller, in particular, eloquently dictated the "Chamber Pot Sutra" which he composed all night long.

After hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin repeatedly wanted to put down the shovel in his hand and beat up this idiot.

Because he often speaks inconsistently, his mythology is distorted. Zhao Chuanxin is a master of telling stories, and he scorns such crude and inferior stories.

But what do these prisoners at the bottom of society know?

Instead, they were fascinated by it and it became a rare pastime for them while working. They had to ask questions and interact from time to time. Andrew Miller never tired of it.

When night fell and he was walking back, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Andrew Miller's clothes and said, "Your damn story is confusing, go back and polish it up."

The smug Andrew Miller was startled: "This... I think they were very happy to hear it."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Take a pen and paper and write down the story. You can read it yourself and tell it again if you feel comfortable. Later, the part about the son of the Chamber Pot God should be a little more exciting. We are different from those coquettish bitches. We want to be happy. Make it enjoyable.”

Andrew Miller, like all talented writers, relies purely on passion and inspiration to tell stories.

If you talk like this, sooner or later there will come a time when you can't continue talking or the talk breaks down.

He said bitterly: "Sir, I don't have much education and don't have that ability."

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "What kind of ability do you need? I'll teach you how to create a show-off and slap-in-the-face scene, and how a son of a chamber pot should not bully young people into poverty..."

He muttered all the way to sending Andrew Miller back to his cell.

Andrew Miller's eyes are frighteningly bright.

He has regarded this as a game, an interesting process, and does not find it boring.

After Zhao Chuanxin returned to his cell, he cut the door lock, put on his shadow cloak, and went to the warden's office.

The warden was doing paperwork at his desk, his pen rustling on the documents as he wrote rapidly.

Suddenly, the door opened.

He frowned and looked up.

Who is so rude?

Then, he saw Zhao Chuanxin.

I, Cao... Even if the warden gives Zhao Chuanxin more broad authority, he can't just run out and sneak into the warden's office?

He stood up suddenly, subconsciously opened the drawer and took out the revolver.

A dark shadow came over, and a pleasant whistle sounded. The warden's arms were tied, and his body was forcibly tied to the back of the chair.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger with a smile: "Shh, don't yell, it's easy to kill someone."

Cold sweat dripped down the warden's forehead, and his face was pale.

"What do you want?"

"I'm just here to ask you for leave. Why are you trying to kill yourself!"

Zhao Chuanxin said, taking out the revolver from the drawer and placing it on the other side of the table.

He whistled, and the whip of judgment bounced back into his hand.

The warden moved his arms that were so painful from being strangled, and then looked at the revolver on the other side of the desk. His expression looked like he was struggling with constipation.

The warden laughed dryly: "Just tell the prison guard if you want to take leave. No one will bother you."

He thought it was daytime work, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to participate.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on his desk, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "I have to ask you for this leave."

"How to say?"

"Because, I'm afraid that as soon as I leave, you will let someone in and stab Andrew Miller to death."

The warden finally reacted: "You, you want to escape?"