Rose thought that Verak had figured it out after venting his anger, but he didn't expect that he would become more determined. All the words he originally planned to say were choked back. He rubbed his stinging eyes with the back of his hand and turned his back.
Facing Verak and continuing to work: "I envy you very much."
Verak looked around and saw all the prisoners immersed in their work. He sighed: "Let's work."
For the entire afternoon until they got off work at nine o'clock in the evening, the two of them did not say another word.
After returning to the cell, Verak cheered up and did not show too much depression in front of Keating: "Teacher, how are you? Have you figured out a backup plan?"
"Almost." Keating had just come back from taking a shower and was sitting on the bed wiping his wet hair with a towel. "If there is still no progress in the frontal escape, we can only intensify the conflict between Adel and Lecter first, and then find a way to find a solution."
There's a chance. The point of conflict between the two is currently known to be us, Gold. We can take the initiative to find Adel, and then reveal to Lecter that Adel found us."
"Lecter will definitely be very angry when he learns that Adel has contacted us again, but once they communicate with each other, it is easy to find that Adel did not take the initiative to contact us, but we were the one causing trouble." Verak felt that this plan was very unstable, "Once
If they find out, they can guess our intentions immediately."
Keating also considered this: "So we have to let their misunderstandings and conflicts quickly deepen to the point of irreconcilability. Only in this way, the communication between them will not pose any threat to us, no matter how innocent Adel behaves."
Lecter doesn't even believe it."
"Then what do you think?" Verak knew that Keating would not ask a question full of loopholes. Since he was willing to say it, some very obvious unreasonable points must have been solved.
"Give Adel a generous greeting gift," Keating said.
Verak was stunned at first, and then quickly understood what Keating was talking about as a 'meeting gift': "In this way, at least on the surface, they both have the possibility of finding out the whereabouts of the gold. Even if Lecter seeks his father's help,
Help, his father should not be so easy to target Adel."
"That amount of gold is enough for us to control the balance of power in this prison." Keating wiped his hair and handed the towel to Verak, who helped him dry it aside. "By then, we will have to make this prison a mess.
Then even if they want to imprison us, they won't have the energy to do so."
"This plan is still a bit vague at present, and many details have not been determined. If it is implemented, there should be many difficulties." After hearing Keating's backup plan, Verak felt that it was still a bit hasty.
"Yes, it's just that this is the only information we have about them at the moment." Keating has tried his best to think of a solution, but they know very little about Adel and Lecter. They only know that both of them are very interested in gold.
Although interested, it is difficult to formulate a practical plan. "If you want to continue to improve it, you have to have more contact with Lecter and get to know him better. In addition, it would be better if Adel could meet us again."
If Adel takes the initiative to see them again, it will undoubtedly be the best entry point for them to mediate. Moreover, this behavior also means that Adel is still interested in gold and will not hesitate to make trouble with Lecter even more ugly.
"I will find a way to get some words out of Lecter." Compared to Adel, Verak felt that Lecter was simply too easy to handle. "Lecter is indeed a person who is difficult to guess his inner thoughts and it is difficult to predict what he is thinking.
He has done various actions, but this does not mean that he is also so troublesome in other aspects."
In the last life plus this period of time, Verak has seen too many dignitaries and too many dandy kids. Most of them are simple-minded and shallow because of their good family background and everything goes well. Like Lecter, he is unscrupulous in prison.
The only thing that is hard to figure out about a child who reveals his father's identity at every turn is his completely unorganized behavior.
"Then the two plans will be pushed forward together." Keating said.
"Um."
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October 15th at noon
Verak met Lecter in the infirmary after lunch. Lecter seemed to be very patient about this matter. Although Verak often had no results for several days, he also waited for the report on time every day.
"How's it going?" Lecter asked.
"There's not much progress. You may have to think of new things to stimulate Mr. Keating." Verak planted a seed for possible actions in the future, and then he lay on the hospital bed and began to ask, "By the way, how can I
Do you think something’s wrong with you lately?”
Lecter still likes chatting with Verak now. He smiled and tilted his head and said, "Why do you say that?"
"I heard from other prisoners that you came here just to torture the prisoners for fun, and even secretly encouraged the prisoners to escape, and then naturally tortured and killed a few leaders during the suppression. But in the past half month, you don't seem to have found any more
Prisoners were tortured
, and no organization has planned any jailbreak." Verak discovered this problem early on, but he didn't pay attention to it at first. When he was thinking about how to extract words from Lecter last night, he only remembered this matter and decided to use this matter
Things are the entry point to open up the situation.
"It's just that I found something more interesting than torturing them." Lecter shrugged, feeling that there was nothing wrong with this.
"Gold?" Verak guessed, "I didn't see that you would be interested in money."
Lecter smiled: "Why do you think I'm not interested in money?"
"As far as I know, you caused a lot of troubles in Lezeyin. Your father arranged for you to come here in order to prevent you from causing a big disaster, but he didn't expect that this place would be your paradise." Verak.
He was used to the pain of applying medicine. When the doctor applied medicine to him, his face remained calm and he said, "This poor place is also a kind of torture for you. If you were interested in money, you wouldn't stay here for so long."
"I didn't expect that things about me in prison would be spread so widely." Lecter thought this incident was very funny, and the focus was completely different from Verak's prediction. "What other things have they spread about me? Please tell me."
"I'm not sure about anything else, and I'm not interested in your deeds of torturing people and planning jailbreaks." Verak brought the topic back, "In short, you don't seem to care about money, power, or sex. You're just a guy.
Pure madness."
Lecter knew what others thought of him, but rarely heard others say it in front of him, so he became very interested: "You can say that I am indeed a madman. I had very few friends when I was in Lezein, or almost all of them.
No. Because everyone I know the same age likes to gamble.
Bo likes drinking, women, and all kinds of novel things, but I don't have the slightest interest in those. What I like since childhood is blood, screams, pain, corpses, and death. I am incompatible with them, and this is the only place.
That’s the place that really suits me.”
"Then why haven't you done the things you like recently, but instead focused on investigating the whereabouts of the gold?" Verak became increasingly puzzled, and he vaguely felt that this was related to Adel.
"For the long term." Lecter raised his eyebrows and looked at Verak meaningfully, "I have countless interesting ideas in my mind, and Dymans Prison is the best place for me to implement these ideas, so I
Some things have to be excluded, for example, Adel."
Verak's pupils shrank, and he clearly felt the hand of the doctor who was giving him the medicine stopped: "You...are really a madman..."
Lecter observed Verak excitedly, and the expression on the doctor's face, whether it was Verak's surprise or the doctor's horror, made him feel more happy: "You can figure it out with your brain. I want to really do what I like."
If we want to take full control of this place, where no one cares about us, and where prisoners are transported in a steady stream every month, we must fully control this place. If we want to fully control this place, we must kick Adel out."
"So you are paying attention to the whereabouts of gold in order to rise to power?"
"That's right." Lecter nodded, as if he was eager to reveal his purpose in front of everyone.
"Depending on your father's ability, it shouldn't be that difficult to transfer Adel and replace you with the position of warden, right?" Verak couldn't figure it out. It was obviously a very simple matter for Lecter, why would he go around it?
Such a big bend.
Lecter was silent for a few seconds, sent the doctor out, and changed Verak's dressing himself: "If my father agrees, then of course there is no need to do this. Who knows that Adel is deeply trusted by my father, and I am the one who is humiliated?"
What about the unsatisfactory son you talk about? Unless I find out the whereabouts of the gold and make a great contribution, there is no way I can become the warden."
Verak trembled, worried about what Lecter might do to him when he changed his dressing.
"Don't worry, I've learned how to change dressings after watching them for so many days. It's a wonderful feeling to treat the wounds you made yourself with your own hands..." Lecter gently applied ointment to Verak's wounds.
"You should try your best and find out the whereabouts of the gold. That would be good for both of us."
"You revealed your purpose so blatantly? Are you afraid that it will be reported to Adel?" Verak gradually calmed down his uneasy heart and continued to ask many questions.
"He knows, but what happens? It's like you being handcuffed to the interrogation chair by me. You know what I'm going to do, but you can't do anything. You can only watch me destroy it bit by bit.
Your body." Lecter said darkly, still carefully applying medicine to Verak.
Verak knew that Lecter was threatening him in a malicious way, so he took a deep breath and said, "Listen to what you say, it's inevitable that you'll get the position of warden?"
"It depends on you." Lecter took the medicine and went to get the bandage, "I have told you all my thoughts, and you should already know that our cooperation is a win-win situation. As long as you ask about the whereabouts of the gold, you
Can be free, I can become the warden, what a wonderful ending, like a drama."
"Is there no action from Adel?" Seeing that Lecter had no reservations about this, Verak boldly asked directly about the important information between them, laying the foundation for the subsequent mediation and planning conflicts.
Lecter took out the bandage, helped Verak sit up, and began to bandage his wounds. "Although Adel has not made any moves yet, I know that he will not sit still and wait for death. I look forward to his resistance."
Verak took clues from it and digested it: "From what you said, he really wants to stay?"
"How smart." Lecter wrapped the bandage and praised Verak, "He is the second person besides myself that I can't see through. He is not interested in money, power or sex, so I arranged a job for him.
Laizein had a better job, but he didn’t take it seriously and decided to stay no matter what.”
"Why?"
"Huh, how do I know?" Lecter laughed at himself, "I'm not sure there are any secrets here. Anyway, he wants to stay even if he dies, which makes me more and more interested in the position of warden."
"It's hard to imagine that except for a lunatic like you who thinks this prison is paradise, who else would be willing to take the initiative to keep it...even the warden..."
"I think so too." Lecter smiled brightly. He never felt that others commented that he was like a madman, which was an insult and contempt for him. The more others said this, the more he felt that it was a great recognition and encouragement to him.
Verak said no more.
There was so much information poured into his mind that he didn't know what to ask anymore.
"It's a pity that I haven't met anyone like me yet." Lecter bandaged Verak's wound, but was not in a hurry to leave. It was the first time that the two of them talked for so long, so much, and so deeply, "No
Friends who can share happiness are too lonely."
Verak looked at Lecter, who was sitting in front of him again, and said perfunctorily: "You might encounter him."
"I think there is an upper limit to human satisfaction." Lecter chatted more and more enthusiastically, "I don't expect to meet like-minded people. As long as I can realize all the ideas in my heart, it will be enough for me to die without regrets."
When he heard Lecter say the words "like-minded", Verak felt that this was an insult to "like-minded". The "like-minded" in his mind were the group of people in the Equality Society: "Correction, it's like-minded."
"That's a good word." Lecter agreed.
"I hope our cooperation can proceed smoothly." Verak had no intention of chatting with Lecter about psychologically twisted topics. He didn't use the routine preparation he made last night, and easily got what he wanted from Lecter. Now
It's time to leave, "No matter what your future is like, I have to get out of here."
"Keep this idea going, I fully support you." Lecter felt a little disappointed, but he still encouraged this person who was the biggest boost he needed to become the warden.
Verak put on his prison uniform: "I will try to report some progress to you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, the investigation report on the previous clue should also come out tomorrow." Lecter narrowed his eyes and tested Verak as usual.
Verak really couldn't figure out what was important to Lecter and what was not important to him. Forefoot revealed the affairs between himself and Adel nonchalantly, and now he was still so cautious about himself. This gap made him feel a little uncomfortable.
react.
"I hope what Mr. Keating said is true." After a few seconds, Verak pretended to be unsure about the matter, looked at each other with Lecter, and turned to leave.