On October 21st and 22nd, the prisoners got the only rest time except New Year's Day. During these two days, they did not have to work, but they were not allowed to go out for fun, and their meals were transferred from the canteen to the prison guards.
Delivered personally to the door of each cell.
Fortunately, the prisoners were tired of looking at the sky above the square. Two days of no wind in exchange for two days of no work was worth it to them.
Therefore, prisoners finally have some rights to control their own time and do what they want to do.
There was a rare excitement in the prison cell.
Inmates who were injured during the football match were wrapped in bandages. Some advised the new inmates who were only admitted on the 12th of this month to cherish the rest days that have not happened in Demans Prison for decades. Some still took the trouble to spit.
He spoke freely about his bravery during the competition, winning admiring looks and heartfelt applause from the listeners.
Other cells were either playing cards, dancing and singing, or sleeping indifferently.
In cell 208, Verak listened to Keating's lecture with peace of mind.
Wilan and Dunman are very similar. As he gradually mastered Dunman, his level of Willand also improved by leaps and bounds. Only when he was learning Bash, although it was easy to get started, he quickly progressed due to the complex grammar.
It dropped significantly.
"What other languages do you speak?" Verak was increasingly impressed by Keating who was proficient in Dunman, Welsh, Bressi, and Bash.
"Pork, Mongolian." Keating thought for a moment and replied, "I used to know some of the languages of Pruman, Lembart, and Castella. I just talked with the locals when traveling there.
What I studied, I have completely forgotten now.”
"I can't think of anything you can't do now." In addition to admiration, Verak also envied Keating.
When Keating was younger than himself, he could give up everything at home, go to Welland to study, and then travel around the world to assist his close friends in government. He often fell into deep trouble because of his parents' arrogant attempts to control his life.
It was dark, but in the end, he insisted on being himself and lived a life that he was absolutely satisfied with and definitely more exciting than doing things he didn't like according to his parents' wishes.
All Verak could think of, the only thing they had in common was that the real beginning of life was the moment one made a choice.
"Are you two years older than Chris?" Keating calculated silently in his mind, "Then there should be a twenty-seven-year age difference between us."
"Yes, when you are twenty-seven, you should have seen every corner of the world and started to rule a country with your best friends." Verak didn't know what his twenty-seven-year-old would look like in more than half a year.
, "I was just born in 1407."
Keating lamented the passage of time and looked at Verak with expectation: "Have you ever thought about what it will be like in twenty-seven years? That is, when you are as old as I am now, when you are fifty-three."
Verak was stunned for a moment before shaking his head: "I haven't thought about things that far away. When I lived in the slums, there was no need to think about it, because the people living there could see the end of their lives at a glance.
There is really nothing to imagine in life. After I went to Lezein, I had no time to think. Every day I was thinking about what to do today and how to face those people. When I came to prison, I stopped thinking about how to do it.
Live until you think about how to leave..."
"Do you think twenty-seven years is a long time?" Keating asked.
"Long." Verak was only twenty-six years old. "I haven't even lived that long."
"But it will pass by inadvertently." Keating pointed at Verak and then himself, "Maybe in the blink of an eye, you become as old as me."
Verak pretended to be serious: "Then I hope there is not a twenty-six-year-old young man sitting in front of me by then, thinking about how to escape from prison."
"Haha..." Keating was amused by Verak, "Your fifty-three years will definitely be wonderful."
"Why are you so sure? You have always been so sure of me." Verak smiled and asked curiously, tilting his head.
"Like my own child." Keating's eyes were very soft, and when they fell on Verak, it was like a pair of warm palms caressing him, "Of course I have high hopes for you."
When Keating said this, Verac was a little at a loss.
He remembered that when he was in Lezein, he saw Thomas and his family having dinner together, and saw Mrs. Mela crying all day long because of Chris's death. He had been extremely jealous of Chris.
"You are also like a father to me. Although I can't even remember what my parents look like, let alone what it's like to get along with my parents, I feel that it should be like this with you."
Verak shrugged slightly and quickly changed the subject, "It's really lively outside."
"I heard from you that the prison guards also injured 50 or 60 people. Obviously, the reason why they are willing to give the prisoners a day off is because the prison guards are currently short of manpower and cannot take turns to supervise the prisoners on a daily basis. After the prison guards recover,
, you should go to work." Keating guessed that the so-called welfare was just a helpless move by the prison.
"I don't know how Lecter is doing. If he recovers from his injury, he will probably go to see Adel as soon as possible. In addition, Adel should also meet with me." I deal with these two people who are not easy to deal with every day to protect myself.
At the same time, they also have to maintain the balance between them. Verak has a headache just thinking about it.
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October 23
All prisoners returned to work.
During the walk, Verak met Dawn. After a major victory in the football match, Dawn was convinced by Verak. Regardless of whether Verak could lead them to escape from prison, he felt it was worth trying, because doing things with Verak
Sometimes, it can make him feel that he is still alive.
After careful consideration, Verak decided to ask Dawn to collect all known prison break incidents as soon as possible. From the launch of the plan to the weather at the time, he asked Dawn to collect as much detail as possible.
In order to formulate a feasible jailbreak plan, he must first understand hundreds of jailbreaks that have occurred before. Understand why they failed and learn from the strengths of their plans.
In the end, knowing ourselves and the enemy, we conceive and implement another impossible thing.
Dawn himself has organized no fewer than ten prison escapes. When he first escaped from prison, he also inquired about other people's situations, but not as detailed as Verak's request. After getting the mission, he always liked to lie alone when he was out.
People began to walk through the crowd to get information.
Verak continued to appear stable, spending most of his time pushing Keating's wheelchair around.
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October 25
Lecter decides to leave the infirmary.
This decision was not made because his injury was almost healed. In fact, it was now difficult for him to even walk with a cane. The reason why he had to leave despite the pain was because he really couldn't wait any longer.
He didn't expect Adel to be so calm.
After using the football match to successfully reverse the situation, I actually didn't go to see him for five days in a row. If it were him, he would have walked over arrogantly to show off on the first day, and then appreciate the expression on the other person's face.
In his opinion, Adel's calm handling was a greater insult than if he came to the door and did what he would do.
He couldn't bear it.
So the prison arranged a wheelchair for him.
The feeling of sitting in a wheelchair was very special. Lecter felt complicated when being pushed and looking at the eyes on him. Only then did he realize how Keating, a disabled person, lived every day, and only then did he realize what it felt like to feel uncomfortable in his heart.
When the prison guard who pushed him knocked on the door of the warden's office for him, he couldn't help but vent a little of his anger: "You don't need to ask for permission, just open the door and push me in."
"Uh..." The prison guard knew that something was wrong when he was called to do this job. He was neither willing to provoke Adel nor to offend Lecter.
Fortunately, when he was hesitating, Adel's voice of "please come in" came from the office.
He quickly opened the door and pushed Lecter in, then quickly left the office, waiting at the door for Lecter to call him at any time.
"Why are you hurt so badly?" Adel took the initiative, and he who was already calm became even more leisurely. When pouring himself coffee, he just glanced at Lecter casually.
Feeling Adel's contempt, Lecter pushed the wheel with his hand and slowly approached Adel, who was resting on the sofa: "If it weren't for you, I would be injured so badly? What do you want?"
"How about what?" Adel didn't even raise his head this time, stirring the coffee with a spoon.
"You helped the prisoner."
"It's the 25th, why are you still pursuing the Peace Festival?" Adel picked up the coffee and took a sip, without any intention of pouring a cup for Lecter and showing his kindness as a host. "I'm just being a professional.
Referee, I hope the game is fair. Who would have thought that a prisoner who eats the best food every day and holds a baton would be chased and beaten by a group of prisoners who have not eaten and are bare-handed."
Lecter's breathing rate increased: "You are doing this just to embarrass me! The prisoner has won, and it is impossible not to do what was agreed upon to send the letter, and it is impossible to do it even if it is done!"
"Really?" Adel raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised, "When you boasted about Haikou, I thought you could do it. Even if you can't, just keep looking for your father."
"There is no need to trouble my father now." Lecter knew that calling his father was impossible, but in order to not be so passive in front of Adel, he still insisted on hinting that his father was capable of settling the situation.
Adel exposed Lecter mercilessly: "As long as your father can help you, you will not lose your temper and find me, incompetent and furious in my office."
"So what?!" Lecter's fig leaf was torn off, and he could only suppress Adel by raising his voice.
"It's nothing, and I don't want anything to happen." Adel's voice was still neither high nor low, neither urgent nor slow, and was not affected by the crazy Lecter at all. "When these things didn't happen before, I could act as your deputy.
Warden, you turned a blind eye to all the things that are causing chaos here. But now you want to drive me out of here. I don’t need to be merciful to you. If you had submitted your resignation application earlier, you would still have saved your face.
I can get by."
"So, you made it clear that you want to kick me out of Dymans Prison?"
Adel raised his index finger and emphasized: "It was you who wanted to kick me out of Dymans Prison."
"I don't even have the chance to be the deputy warden—"
"No." Adel answered decisively.
Lecter laughed angrily: "Don't you just think that if I can't fulfill the agreement, you can legitimately cooperate with Chris? Have you ever thought about it, if I find out the whereabouts of the gold before the 12th of next month?
What would happen if I asked?"
"Is it like the twelfth of this month?" Adel drank his coffee calmly.
"Of course, it turns out that this is completely possible." Lecter said, "If I ask for the golden clue before the twelfth, I won't care whether Chris trusts me or not. So, I don't want to now
It's good for me to break up, and it's good for you too."
"What you mean is that no matter what the outcome is, we will make peace and I will continue to be my warden and you will continue to be your deputy warden?" Adel poured a cup of coffee for Lecter and pushed it to Lecter's side.
The edge of the table, "Drink."
Lecter believed that Adel's move was a good signal of his tendency to cooperate. He leaned over and picked up the coffee and drank it in one gulp: "That's right. I wanted to be the warden before, but I didn't think about it that much. I just felt that no one would care.
I will be better. Now that I think about it, it’s good to have someone in charge. At least I can’t act recklessly and cause trouble for my father.”
"It is very valuable for you to realize this." Adel commented pertinently.
"Then you..." Lecter didn't hear anything from Adel's tone, but he felt that he had stooped to such an extent that even if Adel didn't look at him, he had to let things go in the name of his parents.
"No, what do you think?" Adel said, "If you find out the whereabouts of the gold before the 12th next month, you won't be willing to continue to be the deputy warden."
"What, why?"
Adel stared at the puzzled Lecter, with a joking smile on his indifferent face: "Do you think everyone should believe you? Regardless of other things, if you don't fulfill your promise in football games, you can't cooperate with Chris.
Regardless of whether he trusts you or not, have you shown any merit worthy of being believed?"
"I-" Lecter was speechless.
"Why can you plausibly interpret a person with no credibility in front of me, and then ask me to trust you and cooperate with you as a matter of course?" Lecter's stupid behavior was so ridiculous that Adel couldn't help but point it out.
come out.
After realizing that he had been ridiculed by Adel from beginning to end, Lecter threw the coffee cup on the table.
The broken coffee cup scattered fragments, and one piece passed along Adel's cheek, leaving a bloody streak on his face.
He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood, his eyes became cold, and murderous intent gradually arose. That chilling majesty, which can only be possessed by hands stained with countless lives, pressed towards Lecter.
Lecter was speechless immediately, and his body felt as if he had been electrocuted.