"Chris?!" There was another exclamation, and then a tall and thin young man pulled away the crowd, squeezed in front of Verak, and said with a surprised look on his face, "How did you stand up? Aren't you just allowed to stay in the second room?
Cell 08?"
Verak looked at the face, but when he heard the voice, he knew that this person was Ross, the musician who often talked to him, who lived in the next cell.
"When you can stand up, you will naturally stand up. As for why you can take Mr. Keating out for fun, I think this is the minimum right he should enjoy, so I fought with Lecter." Verak said just now.
'I stand here to be the answer to all questions' was not enough to solve everyone's doubts. In order to avoid people asking this question all the time, he decided to follow Keating's words and continue to build his own image.
As soon as Verak finished speaking, Keating noticed the omission in his words.
If he has the right to enjoy the right to relax, then other prisoners should also have the right to enjoy a better prison environment. The omissions in Verak's words, if not careful, will cause the prisoners to feel the consequences of unfair treatment.
Hostile.
"Actually, everyone's rights are being trampled on. I hope the future will be better." Before the prisoners could speak, Keating quickly resolved the hidden dangers for Verak and patted him sideways, suggesting that he could fight for other prisoners too.
to better rights.
"Bang!"
A clear and loud gunshot sounded.
The others were not surprised. Verak subconsciously held his head and bowed his body.
"Get the fuck out of here! If you get together and talk to them again, I'll kill you!" the prison guard on the sentry post scolded the prisoners who had gathered around him.
"Oh shit……"
"Pooh……"
"Talk to you later, Chris."
The prisoners, who were used to it, cursed a few words in dissatisfaction and wandered away.
In less than thirty seconds, a 'vacuum circle' with a radius of more than ten meters appeared around Verak and Keating. Although the other prisoners were still very curious about them, they were afraid that the prison guards would really shoot and kill.
I can only look at him.
"It's quite troublesome." Verak leaned over and whispered to Keating, "The prison guards don't allow us to communicate with other prisoners."
"There will always be a chance." Keating squinted his eyes to enjoy the sunlight, "Today has gone very smoothly. Many problems will take time to solve."
Verak nodded slightly and looked at the sentry prison guard who had just fired. The prison guard was looking at them coldly. Not only him, but nearly forty prison guards seemed to have their eyes focused on the two of them.
"It's not an option to be stared at by them all the time." Verak felt a little uncomfortable.
"Don't do anything blindly, observe first." Keating reminded, "They are not scattered. There must be some circles among them. Only by contacting people with enough weight can you get twice the result with half the effort."
"Understood." Verak thought it made sense and started pushing Keating around.
After the prison guard's warning just now, the prisoners were now walking around the two of them. Verak had no choice but to observe these people attentively.
Due to the lack of entertainment options, the prisoners could only go to the square to breathe fresh air and bask in the sun. In addition, probably because they could make cards by themselves, many gathered in groups to play cards.
Verak and Keating only attracted them for a moment. After the prison guards deliberately dispersed them, they gradually concentrated on doing their own things.
"This is a good observation opportunity. You need to judge who is the leader from thousands of people through their different performances." Keating regarded this as Verak's new learning with great interest, "But remember
One thing, don’t contact anyone rashly and reveal anything related to the plan.”
"It's not credible yet, is it?"
"As far as I know, there have been hundreds of riots and jailbreaks here, and these hundreds of cases have all failed without exception." Keating said, "You said that if you want to jailbreak, you need cooperation, are they willing? They don't
I believe we can do it.”
Verak understands the logic: "In their view, it is impossible to escape from prison, and life will be in danger."
"It will be a trivial matter not to cooperate by then. They leaked secrets to the prison guards just for a pack of cigarettes and a day off, and we have failed." Keating calmly looked at the prisoners who were noisily playing cards or resting quietly, "If you want to achieve cooperation, the first step is to
First, we need to find the right person, and second, before we cooperate, we must first develop a plan that makes the other party feel feasible and promising."
"What kind of person do you think is suitable?" Verak asked.
"First tell me your opinion." Keating gave Verak a chance to think independently.
Verak pondered and expressed his opinion: "You must be tough enough and not shrink back due to any setbacks. You must also be eager enough to be free. For such people, even if they have a little hope, the temptation is far greater than exposing us.
profit."
"Then what kind of person do you think meets these conditions?" Keating continued to ask.
"A person who has stayed long enough but is still unwilling to spend his life like this." Verak replied, "But... staying long enough is a clear condition and can be easily screened out. If you are not willing to spend it,
It’s much more difficult. Everyone here wants to get out, but I’m afraid less than 10% of them really want to give it a try at any cost, even if they risk death.”
"10% is too optimistic. It would be great to have one or two out of a hundred people." After listening to Verak's analysis, Keating finally talked about his own experience, "The latter actually also has some expressions, such as
People who stay long enough and still try to escape.”
Verak recognized this, but he thought things were not going that smoothly: "Shouldn't everyone who escaped from prison be killed?"
"Each riot involves at least a hundred people, sometimes a thousand people. They won't be able to kill them all. They will just kill a few leaders. After the riot is suppressed, the rest will not be pursued." Keating stretched himself.
The waist looks very natural and leisurely, "You act more relaxed and don't be so wary of your surroundings. These prison guards are all experienced. The more nervous you are, the more they can tell that you have something going on in your mind, and the more they will pay attention to you."
"...I'll try." Verak stopped looking at the prison guard, "The leader should be the most qualified person, but it's a pity..."
After reminding Verak, Keating continued: "Of course, these leaders are the best partners to work with. But the situation is like this now, and we can't be so demanding. We still need time to see whether other people can be used. If so,
If it really doesn’t work, you can still cultivate it.”
"Cultivation? How to cultivate?"
"Awaken their desire for the outside world and find ways to make them feel that freedom is more important than life." Keating smiled, "It's easy to say, but clueless to do."
"yes……"
Verak sighed.
Today was the first day out for fun. They gained a lot of information and faced more difficulties.
Verak's persistence and obtaining a release opportunity for Keating made the prisoners admire him and have a better impression of him, which laid a good foundation.
However, the prison guards' warning also prevented them from getting close to the two men, making it impossible to utilize this foundation for the time being.
Cooperation partners and the prison segmentation system are also very difficult issues.
Every step is difficult to achieve.
"Take your time..." Verak, who couldn't think of a way to deal with it for a while, rarely slowed down, although he was forced to do so.
At ten o'clock, the first batch of prisoners left, and at the same time, the sentry in the square was replaced by a group of prison guards.
After the second group of prisoners came in, they saw Verak and Keating, and they were just like an hour ago. They gathered around and asked many questions enthusiastically. Verak and Keating repeated the original conversation, establishing Verak's
image.
Soon, the prison guards who were changing the guard stopped other prisoners from contacting the two.
At eleven o'clock, after the two groups of prisoners were released, Keating was escorted back to cell 208, and Verak was taken to the infirmary for dressing change.
After changing the medicine, it was already twelve o'clock when Verak went back.
After eating, the two had time to talk secretly in the cell.
"There are two doors heading towards the work area from the stairs, three doors heading towards the square, and seven doors heading towards the exit." Verak drew a map in his mind, "Twelve doors, four prison guards in front of each door, a total of
There are forty-eight prison guards. There are thirty-six sentry posts in the square, and they will be replaced every two hours."
"Have you noticed anything else?" Keating remained calm and looked at Verak with a smile.
"Each door is separated by twenty or thirty meters," Verak added.
"About twenty-six meters." Keating pointed out the distance in more detail, "That is, if you rush from the square to the exit like other riots, you have to pass through ten doors in total. Counting the distance around the corners, it is about three hundred meters.
"
Verak scratched his hair: "Do you have any ideas? If we escape from prison, we will definitely be noticed at the first time. No matter how fast we run, we will only run through two or three doors at most. There will be enough behind us.
Time is closed. If it is closed, we will be blocked until the prison guards' backup arrives..."
"I have no idea." Keating shook his head, "This is indeed a big problem. You will definitely not be able to get through it if you try hard."
"Then we have to change our thinking..." Verak sat on Keating's bed and offered his own idea in a whisper, "What if we don't rush out?"
"Um?"
"I don't know..." His thoughts were stuck at the beginning. Verak rubbed the bridge of his nose and frowned, "Give me a little more time."
——
Dymans Prison, Warden's Office.
"Did you allow Keating and Chris to go on a walk?" Warden Adel immediately learned of the news of Verak and Keating's walk, and called Lecter for questioning.
Lecter sat on the sofa and crossed his legs: "Yes."
"Why don't you explain it?" Adel picked up the coffee and took a sip.
"If they want to escape from prison, I'll let them go there for fun." Lecter smiled disdainfully, "It's not interesting to stay in the cell anyway, and it's easy to stifle them. I might as well let them make trouble, which will also give me more fun.
Have some fun.”
Adel glanced at Lecter who was looking around and tidying up his desk carefully: "They are different from other prisoners."
"Are you worried that they can actually escape?"
"I'm worried that your men are not serious or serious." Adel said, "If the clue to the gold is completely lost, if Chris has an accident, causing the peace talks to break down during the World Expo, let alone us, your father will also be worried.
Can't take responsibility."
Lecter rolled his eyes impatiently: "How many times have you said this? Do you think I don't know this? I know it very well, but so what? I had no intention of killing them in the first place."
"Then send them back. Even if you don't have to worry about them escaping, you still have to pay attention to whether other prisoners may hurt them during the break." Adel saw Lecter's rudeness in his eyes and warned him calmly.
.
"I have already said hello to the sentry guards in the square. They will keep an eye on them. Don't worry." Lecter grinned. "I promise you that I won't hurt them. It's just for fun. So before.
I'm tired of seeing how many idiots try to force their way out of jail, and I'm very curious what these two people can come up with."
"You go out." Adel said nothing, "I have to deal with official business."
Lecter took a deep breath, suppressed his discomfort, stood up, slammed the door and left.
Adel slowly took out a cigarette and blew out the lingering smoke.
Under the smoke, an indifferent and cold face emerged.
——
Lezein, government building
Boyne and Daniel, who are responsible for contacting the government and conducting peace talks, are now under house arrest in a government building and are closely guarded by people from the Ministry of Security.
Although they are representatives of the Equality Association, they are also hostages in the peace talks.
After several days of negotiations, the government accepted the opinions put forward by the Equality Association and stated that it would study many proposals, promulgate and implement them as soon as possible, promote profit sharing between consortiums and nobles, and provide more welfare benefits to the people at the bottom.
Boyn, on behalf of the Equality Association, expressed his belief in the sincerity of the government and promised that the Equality Association would not hold protests again. Once the government has completed its implementation, the Equality Association will be dissolved.
As a result, the violent storm in Lezeinli calmed down for the time being.
"Why do they keep going around in circles about releasing Verak?" Daniel, who also knew Verak's true identity, asked Boyin angrily in the room where he was under house arrest, "But they even asked us to negotiate peace.
There is no sincerity in this at all.”
Boyn read the book: "They still don't know that Verak is not Chris, so they decide that he is an important hostage. The World Expo is still being held, and our threat to them is still there. Of course, they need some enough chips to scare us."
"If Verak has not been released before our plan is implemented, it will not only be us, but he will also..." Daniel thought of Verak's ending.
"That's Damans Prison." When mentioning Damans Prison, Boyin's eyes flashed with fear, "It's been more than half a month, and I don't know if he can hold on."
"There is nothing you can do if you can't hold on." Daniel sighed, "He lied to us for so long, took away one million gold grams, and killed your friend Colin. We have done our best to try to help him now.