novelsite Chapter 1068 23 things in the detention center (-4)
Chapter 1068 23 things in the detention center (-4)
Chapter 1068 Anecdotes about the Detention Center (-4)
... the beef sandwich secretary is actually not bad looking.
Not to mention how handsome he is, at least his eyes are clear, his skin is clean, and his short hair is neatly combed—the reason why she can see it so clearly is because this face is now close to the desk, because he wants to say no. The words that came out made her complexion slightly flushed.
"Well... I, I didn't know last time, so you don't like Mexican food." He glanced at Bohemia, immediately lowered his head, and muttered: "It just so happens that my friend recommended a Japanese restaurant in the city , very popular, I managed to get an appointment...Well, if you don't have any arrangements on Saturday night, why don't you go to eat together..."
Bohemia blinked.
...For her, this was a whole new field.
What does this person mean?Poison in the dish?No, what he just said about making an appointment...is it an underground fist fight that requires a reservation number?But there is nothing to eat in underground boxing fights.The red Japanese restaurant refers to blood?If you don't go in the morning and don't go in the afternoon, you have to go at night. What kind of conspiracy is there?
Coincidentally, when Bohemia was staring blankly at Secretary Beef and thinking about fighting, the dungeon host spoke in a timely manner: "It's time to notify the third-stage target."
Beef Secretary maintained the same posture, and immediately fell into a standby state, not listening to the voice of the copy host echoing in the room.
"The goal of the third stage is to make good use of your special abilities to appease the prisoners; secondly, to survive to the fourth stage."
... Needing to specifically regard "survival" as a goal means that her life may be in danger next time?Considering that she was going to inspect the cell soon, maybe she should be more careful.
"I have a special understanding of survival," Descartes said in this point, really like a philosopher: "You ask me, quickly ask me."
Bohemia ignored it, gritted her teeth, and nodded fiercely at Secretary Beef: "I agree!"
She agreed to have dinner with the momentum of breaking the boat, but it didn't make Secretary Beef feel that something was wrong; his face brightened all of a sudden, and he said with joy and embarrassment: "Then...then we should go."
"Quickly ask me, life is at stake."
"Wait a minute," Bohemia waved at Secretary Beef, carefully picked up a brown paper envelope, and approached the safe in the corner. "I'll put this document away before I leave."
"My opinion!"
The combination for the safe is written on the back of Sandy Winters' parents photo, which Bohemia discovered early on.Seeing that she was about to open the safe, Secretary Beef coughed knowingly, pretending to stand up and look at the certificate on the wall, and turned his back; Bohemia turned a deaf ear to Descartes' calls, and looked back at the secretary, Finding that he really had no chance to peek, he pressed the number key four times.As soon as the sound of beeps ended, the door of the cabinet opened suddenly, revealing a space containing several stacks of documents and bags.
"Survival experience——"
"Fart off," Bohemia whispered, taking the opportunity to flip through the documents, "If you dare not tell me now, I'll hold the meat."
"I'm not that naive." Descartes said solemnly, "No matter what the situation is, if you want to live, you have to remember that the key thing to do is never die."
As if she didn't hear it, Bohemia looked at the things in her hand nonchalantly.
The safe contained Sandy Winters' passport, several bank statements, a phone book with contact names full of initials, and a piece of white paper—the arcs with arrows on the white paper formed the A circle, with a black dot between each arc, I don’t know what it means—other than that, there is a small bag containing seals, motel room keys and other sundries, and I can’t see anything for the time being something special.
Before Secretary Beef turned around, she stuffed the Descartes essence into the safe.While it was screaming loudly, Bohemia held it firmly with consciousness, and then closed the door with a "bang".
As soon as the door of the safe was closed, the gaps were blurred; Descartes seemed not to be bound by the laws of space, and the color blocks came out of the cabinet in a chaotic manner, and asked her: "Why don't you know?" Anyhow?"
"Don't follow me, I don't want to see you," Bohemia whispered angrily, "Don't force me to give you to the puppeteer... my lord."
"Really? Great—"
Before it finished speaking, Bohemia pushed it back to the ground with consciousness, reopened the cabinet door and stuffed it back.At this time, Descartes was trapped in the copy of the game just like her, and there was no need to hang her consciousness on it all the time; after she regained her consciousness, she stood up and saw Secretary Beef still staring at the wall intently. After getting the certificate, he called out, "Let's go."
Walking down the stairs and passing the door of the conference room, she glanced at the half-open door.The key had been pulled out a long time ago, and the inside was empty, revealing rows of tables and chairs.
Bohemia glanced at the meeting room again, her thoughts were agitated, but she didn't know what she wanted to ask.
From what the beef secretary said, it sounds like Sandy Winters is very authoritative in managing prisoners.She is a loyal follower of the "walking management" method, and often patrols the interior of the prison, the activity area or the special accommodation area. Almost every detainee knows her and respects her—considering that her role is a young and beautiful girl, I'm afraid this kind of miracle can only be staged in the game.
"Eh,"
When the two stopped in front of a heavy iron door in the corridor, Bohemia suddenly remembered a detail, which seemed to be somewhat incompatible with Secretary Beef's description. "Winda, the one in overalls, he tried to persuade me not to come in this afternoon. He was worried that I was a young woman, and the prisoners might say some bad things when they saw me—"
"Cough," Secretary Beef didn't take it to heart at all, reached out for his card and swiped it, and the iron door slowly opened with a muffled sound. "It's not long since you recruited him. Maybe he doesn't believe in your ability."
It turned out that she recruited it herself... Bohemia thought of the few black hairs in his trouser pocket.He's not a serial killer, so what's up with those few hairs?
The prison guards seemed to like this young, beautiful, and capable warden very much, and they kept saying hello to her along the way; one of the prison guards, who was particularly stout and had a long, sunken face, enthusiastically opened the second door with a key. The second door led her and Secretary Beef into the cell area.
"It's really unreasonable," the prison guard who looked like a crescent moon from the side, complained in a dull voice: "Miss Winters, you also know that their riots and group fights are usually problems between prisoners, not today. I know what's going on... You believe me, old Cotteros is just doing the same as usual, raising his voice and calling them to separate, it's really the same as usual... How did it end, starting with those old guys, Everyone's eyes were red with anxiety! A few thorns rushed up and yelled at us, and then others joined in. They yelled and shook the fence vigorously, and I couldn't even hear what the people next to me said..."
He was one of the prison guards who were present during the riot in the afternoon, and described the situation to Bohemia in detail: "When we found someone lying on the ground with a pool of blood, I thought it was over. This is adding fuel to the flames, and the situation is bound to get out of control... But I didn't expect that after they found out that the dead people were dead, they all retreated quickly, and they all went back without any trouble for us. By the way, dead Helsing, have you found out the cause of death?"
Bohemia looked serious: "No, still waiting for the result."
"I heard that something happened to the doctor?" The prison guard showed a look of curiosity that didn't match his physique. After being sent away, he had no choice but to stop asking.Several people stopped in front of a prison cell, Moon Face hit the iron railing with his baton a few times, and shouted inside: "Snakeskin, Miss Winters is here!"
Comforting the prisoners doesn't mean she has to talk to them one by one.The leaders of the riots are the most important. As long as you can control these people, you will be able to control the large and small factions in the prison; grasp the key factors that can affect the overall situation, whether it is in the prison or the prison. In addition, it is an effective method.
The boss in front of him really looks like a boss.He was about 40 years old, and his prison clothes were bulging due to the thick muscles on his shoulders, neck, and arms. He had a face with vertical and horizontal lines and a heavy expression, and one eyelid was half drooped and unable to open because of a scratch.When he approached the railing, even Secretary Beef couldn't help but flinch, and took half a step back.
"Miss Winters," he said in a deep voice, "... you are a little late."
Why are you in a hurry to go somewhere else?
Bohemia knew that this sentence could not be said, so she coughed: "I just went to deal with an urgent matter. This afternoon..."
Snakepi slightly nodded. "It doesn't matter, the dead Helsin is not one of our people anyway. Don't worry if there are still people who are dissatisfied and making trouble, I will take a look." He raised one eyelid that can be fully opened and looked at the prison guard and secretary: "But , you'd better pay attention. You won't be so lucky next time."
When he said this, he turned his attention to Bohemia again.The two stood facing each other, like a duck standing in front of a hill.
"...There are comings and goings, you have to take care of the brothers on our side."
Although she didn't understand what it meant, Bohemia felt that she was indeed very talented.She didn't even finish a sentence, and this leader-like person obediently cooperated, really—huh?
Her eyes froze.
The prison guard and the secretary stood behind her, and there was only a railing between her and the snakeskin.At this time, one of Shepi's hands was resting on the railing, surrounded by the shadow cast by her; his thumb and index finger, which were hanging down, formed a circle at this moment, facing her, motionless.
(End of this chapter)