"Get out." Adel did not really stand up, because he knew that after he stood up, the lawless Lecter would definitely sit down. "We have nothing to talk about."
Lecter joked: "Uncle Adel, recognize your situation as soon as possible. I don't mean to provoke you, but if you want me to leave early, you can't blame me for targeting you."
Adel poured a glass of water: "How many things have you caused here and how much trouble have you caused me?"
"These people were originally dead, and I helped them get out early, so they have to thank me." Lecter disagreed, "And because you helped me with these things, my father also gave you sufficient rewards and arranged for you to stay in Laize.
Because you didn’t go for a more respectable job, so you can’t blame me, right? Besides, I’m still confused as to why you cling to this miserable position, and what’s your secret?”
"Then you don't need to know. You just need to know that if you become the warden, you will be in countless troubles." Adel said.
"How big can the trouble be?" Lecter let go of his guess, "You are not targeting Keating and want to secretly find out the whereabouts of the gold and steal the gold for yourself? It seems that Damans Prison Prison
It’s really tempting to have this position.”
Adel's face turned cold: "Get out."
"I guessed it? Then I can't let you succeed." Lecter thought he had discovered Adel's purpose of staying here. "Although there is no evidence to accuse you yet, I will definitely ask questions before you do."
Find clues and let you stay here for the rest of your life, just like those other prisoners."
"Get out," Adel repeated.
"It's really interesting. It's much more fun than playing with those prisoners." Lecter stepped back with a smile and turned around to leave.
Adel closed his eyes and stabilized his emotions. After a long time, he opened the drawer in his office, took out a thick stack of envelopes, lit a cigar, and read through each letter one by one.
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October 7
Early in the morning, Verak was awakened by a whistle.
Usually he would ignore the whistle when he heard it, because it meant that the prisoners had to get up to have breakfast and work, and it had nothing to do with him. Today was different. From today on, he also became a member of the workers.
"The last chance to regret it." Keating also woke up and sat on the bed watching Verak get down to get dressed. "The work is really tiring. I don't know if there is any other way."
"Integrating into them through work is the best choice." Verak put on the replacement prison uniform, "Don't worry, I know my body well. If I really can't stand it, I will tell Lecter."
Keating was not forcing it: "Then you can adapt to the situation yourself."
"Yes." Verak nodded slightly and came to the prison door, waiting for the prison guard to open the door.
The prison guards came to open the doors one by one and escorted the prisoners out. The prison guard who opened the door for Verak was the prison guard who had been delivering meals to them before. The prison guard came over and did not rush to open the door. Instead, he approached the door and lowered his voice and asked in confusion: "
Why did you start working?"
"Lecter asked." Verak did not elaborate on the situation. Firstly, it was too complicated to explain. Secondly, the other party was a prison guard after all. Talking too much would be unnecessary risk.
"The deputy warden is moody, so be careful." The prison guard had no doubts and reluctantly opened the door, escorted Verak to the bathroom for a brief wash, and then followed the flow of people to the cafeteria for breakfast.
Since Verak came out of the cell, other prisoners had noticed him, but when they went to the cafeteria to eat, there were no prison guards guarding Verak, so they asked in surprise: "Don't you need to stay with Keating?"
Are you working? Why did you come together today?"
"I don't know, Lecter gave the sudden order." Verak shrugged, took the lunch box from the prison guard, and sat with other prisoners.
The other prisoners did not resist this time and made room for Verak.
"What do you all do?" Verak quickly integrated into the group of prisoners at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. He took the initiative to strike up a conversation with everyone at the same table, and the prisoners at other tables looked at him one after another.
"We all make leather shoes." A prisoner replied, "This is your first time working, and you don't know where you will be assigned."
"Let's see how we arrange it later." Verak took a spoonful of cabbage soup and said, "I remember we mainly make three things here, right? Cloth, blankets, and leather shoes."
Another prisoner grabbed the rice and said, "Well, I hope you won't be assigned to make leather shoes. Making leather shoes is the most tiring."
"Is there something wrong with your idea of equality? Otherwise, it stands to reason that if you stay in 208, you wouldn't be suddenly assigned here." Another person asked.
"Maybe, I don't know." Verak ate his meal.
Verak had had little contact with them since he was imprisoned. They were extremely curious about how Verak survived nine days under Lecter's abuse, stood up again in less than half a month, and fought for Keating's right to escape.
Just because the capacity of the cafeteria is limited, the prisoners come in in batches and only have five minutes to eat in order to rush. Therefore, before asking many questions, the prison guards took away their lunch boxes and drove them to the noisy work area on the other side.
The work area is large and full of prisoners. They are assigned to various production lines in an orderly manner and start a new day's work under the supervision of patrolling prison guards.
"You go do weaving." Verak was taken to the cloth-making area by the prison guards. "No. 5774, come and teach him."
Arriving in front of the production line, Verak, who attracted everyone's attention, looked in the direction where the prison guard was calling and saw Danny Rose, a musician who lived next door to him, trotting over.
"Okay, okay." Ross came over and began to introduce Verak to how to operate the machine.
The prison guards arranged for someone to teach Verak to get started as soon as possible, and then started patrolling to prevent anyone from being lazy and passive at work.
"Chris? What's going on? Why are you here?" After the prison guards left, Ross didn't bother to teach Verak anything and asked him what he was most confused about first.
"It's not like you don't know who Lecter is, so you suddenly arranged for me to come here. I don't know why." Verak fiddled with the machine, "How does this thing work?"
"This is too strange..." Ross felt sorry for Verak, "Fortunately, what we do is the easiest. We only need to operate the machine, and the only thing that is tiring is that we have to stand all the time. By the way, how are your injuries?
How are you doing? Can you stand for so long?"
Verak smiled bitterly: "You have to stand even if you can't stand."
"Okay, just follow me first. I'll take you with you for two days and you'll know how to do it." Ross taught him step by step.
The machine is not complicated to operate, and Verak quickly got started: "That's it."
"Yes, yes, you learn quite quickly. It took me a day or two to learn this." Ross said, "But be careful, this can easily hurt your hands."
"Okay." Verak said more cautiously, "You used to play the piano, so it's normal for you to learn slowly."
"Aren't you also a kid from a rich family? You learn things quickly and can withstand Lecter's torture. It's such a pity. If you hadn't done those things and been caught, you would have lived a comfortable life outside." Ross sighed, "
I also regret that if I had not gone with my friends to play for those people, I would not have been arrested."
As for what exactly Ross was arrested for, Verak hadn't asked yet. Now that Ross mentioned it, he asked: "Why were you arrested?"
"A few years ago, I often played at a noble's house. Later, the noble was arrested for treason. The government believed that I was one of his, and I had been using my identity as a pianist to secretly deliver news to him, so I was arrested..." Ross recalled.
The source of pain arises, and the mood is a little low.
"You mean you don't know anything about it?"
"I don't know anything, and my captors didn't even listen to my explanation..." Ross sighed.
Although Verak has never experienced anything like Rose, he can completely understand his grief and anger: "You are too innocent."
"What's the use of saying these words? My whole life is over and I can only linger here." Ross didn't want to talk about these pains anymore. "Okay, let's get it done quickly. There are production requirements every day. If we don't
If the standard is met, there will be no dinner today."
"Okay." Verak didn't ask any more questions, and the two of them worked in silence until ten o'clock.
When it was time for the second batch of prisoners to go out, Verak was asked to leave the work area and rest in the square for an hour because he was staying with Ross.
Although it was the easiest job, after standing for three or four hours in a row, the feeling of back pain was still unbearable for Verak, who was already injured. While moving his body, he looked around the square and found that Keating had already
He was brought over by the prison guards, who was sitting alone in a wheelchair looking at him.
"The prison guard brought you here?" Verak originally wanted to take advantage of the break to communicate with other prisoners, but when he saw Keating was there, he started talking to Keating.
There was still an open space with a radius of six to seven meters where Keating was basking in the sun. The prisoners tacitly agreed not to come over. After Verak passed by, Keating said with a smile: "Is there anyone else besides the prison guard?"
"Same." Verak walked to Keating and stretched.
"How is it?" Keating looked up at Verak.
"It's not bad. After losing some privileges, getting along with them has become very easy. There is no objection to sitting together during breakfast. It's just that I am responsible for making cloth. There are few people doing it, and they can't move around. They can only live next door to us.
Ross, the musician from there, happens to be doing this, right next to me." Verak reported the situation.
Keating said: "I'm asking about your body."
"It's not bad, but I have to watch the machine all the time. I don't even have time to sit down and rest for a minute, or move my body." Verak twisted his waist to relieve some of the stiffness in his waist.
"Can I still do it?"
"Of course, this is where we are." Compared to Lecter's abuse, this was nothing to mention, and Verak had never thought of giving up. "And if I want to integrate, I don't just have to be exempted from privileges, I
You have to experience their situation firsthand in order to think about issues from their perspective.”
The corner of Keating's mouth raised slightly: "So I said, your talent is innate, you just lack the opportunity to be stimulated."
"Let me take you for a walk." Verak felt much better after exercising and began to push the wheelchair around.
"Don't you take this opportunity to have a good chat with them?" Keating felt that Verak should have more contact with the prisoners now.
"You were pushed out even though I wasn't here. It's obvious that Lecter hopes that I can come to you when I'm out. After all, in his eyes, I'm pretending to be miserable in front of you, and I need to find more opportunities to show off." Verak didn't observe.
Sentry, but felt that Lecter was standing there staring at him.
Keating laughed a few times: "I'm getting more and more thoughtful."
"Thank you, teacher."
"Stop, it's such a big place, there's nothing to wander around, you can rest for a while." Keating patted Verak's hand pushing the wheelchair.
"...Okay." Verak sat on the ground and soon lay down again, looking at the blue sky.
Keating also looked up at the sky.
"Not even a bird." Verak murmured. "Since I came here, I haven't seen any living creatures except men."
"Want to go to a women's prison?" Keating teased.
"Of course I want to get out. I don't want to stay in prison for any longer." Verak rubbed his face with his hands, but the same scene remained in his eyes, "Here, sometimes it feels like even the sky is only as big as a palm.
, the eyes and sight are all imprisoned.”
Keating raised his head, looking sickly and pale, with contentment written all over his wrinkled face: "It's good if your thoughts are not imprisoned."
"So many people haven't woken up yet, and it's no different from being imprisoned. I don't even know who deserves to be pitied more, me or them." Verak looked at the sun, using the blazing light to stimulate his numbness.
eyes.
"You have to liberate their bodies, and you also have to liberate their minds." Keating said.
"When I have the ability to finish Chapter 10 and even the second half of The Theory of Equality, let's talk about liberating them." Verak knew how shallow his knowledge was. He knew what he was going to do next, but he still
I have never had the thought of leading people like Francis and Chris.
"Go ahead."
Verak rubbed his eyes and looked at Keating, who had already pushed the wheels of his wheelchair and left alone in one direction.
"Integrate them."
Staring at Keating's back, Verak chuckled.
Several seagulls circled in the sky, causing the prisoners to exclaim. Verak did not look any further, but stood up, patted the dust on his body, and walked in the opposite direction of Keating.
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Above the sentry post, Lecter hid in the corner and observed Verak and Keating.
After breaking up with Adel, he wanted to stay even more, so today he came to the square directly from nine o'clock when the first batch of prisoners were released to study Keating carefully.
"Continue to keep an eye on them, and report to me any situation at any time." He silently watched the contact between Verak and Keating, and thoughtfully told the prison guards to leave.
"Understood." The prison guard, who was quite puzzled by Lecter's abnormal behavior, agreed and separated Verak and Keating into the cells with guns in hand.