, less than five seconds after the two prosecutors sat down, Bohemia gave them each a nickname in her heart. Among them was the older gray-haired man with a solemn face.
, because of the deep wrinkles on his forehead, she secretly called him "old leather shoes"; the other was younger, and although he also had a serious look on his face, it always felt like he was trying his best to hide his inexperience.
, got the name "Little Virgin".
"...We have reason to suspect that someone in this prison is secretly communicating with the outside world."
"Old Leather Shoes" looked at Bohemia, his eyebrows furrowed. "Although all letters and phone calls will be checked, this connection is being carried out in a form that we don't know... It may be from prison."
Orders issued to the outside world, such as destroying evidence and hunting down enemies, may also be messages entering the prison from the outside world, providing illegal services to detainees awaiting final judgment and helping them evade their guilt. You are young and have no
Experience, I thought this position was not suitable for you at the beginning; but now that you are the warden, you should be able to provide us with some useful information no matter what, right?"
The attitude of this broken leather shoe was quite arrogant - even if Bohemia did not regard herself as the warden, she could not help but grimace. Before she could speak, Descartes suddenly spoke in a low voice, and it seemed completely
I was so fascinated by the NPC's speech that I completely forgot that I had just been pinched once: "...Hey, did you notice that the content in the mini-game seems to be advancing the plot of Prison Storm!"
...Of course I found it.
She cleared her throat and took a closer look at the two men in front of her. If there was anything wrong with these two men to her, it was that they were too relaxed - just sitting there normally, with people behind them all the time.
They might have been stabbed; even though there were two hot water glasses on the table, they didn't know how to quickly drink the rare water...
Eh?
When Bohemia was stunned for a moment, Descartes seemed to have sensed her question, and wondered at the same time: "...who poured them water?"
When the female doctor left, there seemed to be no paper cups on the table - did they pour them themselves?
"Hey, Miss Winters!" Perhaps because Old Leather Shoes saw that she didn't respond for a while, he lowered his voice and shouted: "Did you hear what I said? Do you have any news that you can tell us?"
of course not.
"I have to investigate carefully..." she said vaguely, waving her hands towards the two of them: "Please, drink water, drink water."
The little virgin raised the cup and took a big sip - on the edge of his palm, two bright red scratch marks were deeply imprinted on the skin. The old leather shoes snorted and leaned back on the chair: "Let a young woman
Children are in charge of the largest prison in the area...I knew it would be like this, and I couldn't help."
It's definitely appropriate for your mother to take charge, Bohemia cursed secretly in her stomach.
The wounds on the little virgin's hands may be due to the victim's struggle, or he may just have a cat; and the old leather shoes look like they have never run through a red light in their lives - how can it be possible to judge based on this little information?
Who is the serial killer?
"I didn't have much confidence in your investigation." Old Leather Shoes became more and more dissatisfied with her mute attitude, and his tone became stronger and tougher: "Please notify the following, I request to communicate with Prisoner No. 1759
Let’s meet and talk. You’d better go with us. You can’t do this job just by being comfortable in this office.”
Before Bohemia could react, the little virgin's face turned pale. Even though she had just drank water, she still couldn't help but lick her lips.
The previous one was a suspected cannibal. Who is this No. 1759?
At this time, Bohemia could no longer pretend to be stupid, so she had to call the subordinate who delivered the sandwich just now and gave him the job of announcing the meeting; of course, in the eyes of the old leather shoes, it undoubtedly confirmed that she was
A vase that does nothing.
The meeting was scheduled for thirty minutes later. The two agents stared at her for a while, and finally got up and left because they wanted to smoke. Bohemia breathed a long sigh of relief and slumped down on the table.
.
"Why are you relaxing?" Descartes floated on the table, as if looking down at her. "Have you forgotten what the host said?" Among the people who walked into your office next, one of them was a serial killer.
Killer... After you go to the prison, no one will probably come in. Anyway, the people who come in are here to find you and promote the plot. This means that you still have twenty minutes to meet the next killer.
Candidates - if there are any."
"It doesn't matter if you come in, I can't tell them apart anyway."
"Miss Winters?"
Just as she was mumbling, she heard someone suddenly call her at the door, and she was so shocked that she immediately sat upright - it was an ordinary-looking man with messy hair, wearing work clothes: "Who are you talking to?"
"I...I was talking to myself," Bohemia couldn't bear to ask him directly who he was, so she coughed: "Is something wrong?"
The man in overalls looked even more confused than she did: "Didn't you ask me to report on the safety and sanitation situation in all parts of the organization? I've even written down the list of repairs and cleaning needed."
One of the principles most believed by prison administrators is the "broken windows theory." A broken window left alone will create a disorderly environment and attract more destruction and crime; in an institution like a prison, even a broken window will cause more damage and crime.
Graffiti everywhere and clogged urinals may lead to a snowballing of disorderly and illegal behavior among prisoners.
...After Descartes finished showing off this side information, the man in overalls also sat down on the chair and handed her a document. When he looked at Bohemia, his eyes were almost worried, like
An eldest brother looked at his worried sister and said, "Miss Winters, I don't think you should go with me."
"Huh?" She has never said a few complete sentences in this game.
"I understand, you said at the meeting that you hope to make the prisoners feel that they are in a humane environment, but after all..." When he said this, he became embarrassed, as if he didn't know how to word it: "But...
After all... you are not suitable for patrolling prisons."
"Why?"
The man in work clothes became even more embarrassed, his face flushed slightly, and he rubbed his hands on his thighs a few times. His movement immediately made Bohemia notice that there were a few long hairs hanging on the edge of his trouser pockets - he
My hair is flaxen, but the few long hairs are pure black. You can tell at a glance that they belong to a woman.
"Because... because of you..." He scratched his head vigorously, "You are young and a woman, and those guys may... say some impolite words."
"What's the point? I just can't help but care." This is the truth.
"That's what I said... But, that..." The man in overalls sighed, and finally seemed to have made up his mind: "I will be with you when the time comes, and I will definitely control them for you."
Bohemia said "Oh", but what was running through her mind was the few hairs caught in the zipper of his trouser pocket. If she hadn't had good eyesight, she really wouldn't have noticed... Why was the other woman's hair stuck?
In that position? Could it be that the woman had lost consciousness, and her head was being swayed and dragged back and forth in his hand...
She shuddered.
"To be suspicious, it seems that except for old leather shoes, everyone has something suspicious. So, it must be old leather shoes!" Descartes started his nonsense reasoning again: "No, no, if the question
People deliberately set up such a trap..."
Such information alone was simply not enough. Bohemia decided to take the initiative and asked for more information. Then she smiled at the man in work clothes who seemed to be easy to talk to and said, "Is your family doing well?"
This sentence was so ordinary, but it suddenly made the man turn pale - his face was tense, the corners of his mouth were hooked downward like a machete, and he stared at her without speaking.
"You made a mistake and said something to the NPC that the warden himself would never say, which caused doubts!" The dungeon host suddenly shouted: "After the mini-game is over, the onion stripping will begin immediately!"
Bohemia wished she could turn the table over to the face of the man opposite - could this man be an orphan? Without a home?
"No, not good."
The man in overalls took a deep breath and returned to his normal expression: "I think you are referring to my parents, right? They still live in the small town over in Nanlin... But, they are here this time
I lost a pair of grandsons in the accident, and I’m not going to get better.”
……what happened?
Bohemia couldn't ask directly, so she had to hold back her questions and nodded sadly.
"Having said that, I thank you very much, Miss Winters." The man in work clothes calmed down, stared into her eyes and said: "After my ex-wife remarried, she changed the surnames of my children. Over the years, almost all of them have changed their surnames.
No one knew they were my children. If this hadn't been discovered, I wouldn't have been able to continue working in the prison where that guy was serving his sentence..."
Having said this, the veins on his cheeks bulged, but he forced out a cool smile. "If you hadn't helped hide it, I would have been transferred. I cherish the opportunity to work here. I really do."
… Not everyone has the opportunity to meet damned people every day… Sometimes, I really don’t understand why the country wants to waste taxpayers’ money like this.”
Descartes made a sound as if his neck was being strangled.
"The sense of justice is too extreme, coupled with the excitement of losing a child," it murmured, "it must be him!"
Bohemia was full of hesitation, and just when she didn't know whether to accept it or not, she heard a set of footsteps rushing outside the door; the male secretary who brought her a beef sandwich rushed to the door and shouted breathlessly: "
There was a riot in the prison! Moreover, Agent Geer had a convulsion while smoking just now and has now been sent to the medical room!"
Ger—isn’t it the little virgin who drank the water?
Bohemia glanced down and saw that the water in the two white paper cups still seemed to be slightly steaming.
