Not to mention how handsome he is, at least he has clear eyes, clean skin, and neatly combed short hair - the reason why she can see it so clearly is because this face is now close to the desk, because he wants to say but can't say it at the same time.
The words that came out of his mouth made his face turn slightly red.
"Um...I, I didn't know last time, it turns out you don't like Mexican food." He glanced at Bohemia, immediately lowered his head, and murmured: "It happened that my friend recommended a Japanese restaurant in the city.
, it’s very popular, I finally got an appointment... Well, if you don’t have any plans for Saturday night, why not go eat together..."
Bohemia blinked.
...For her, this is a completely new field.
What does this person mean? Poison in the food? No, what he just said about making a reservation... is it an underground boxing match that requires reservation? But there is no food in the underground boxing match. The red Japanese restaurant refers to blood?
I won’t go in the morning, but I won’t go in the afternoon, but I have to go at night. What’s the conspiracy?
Coincidentally, when Bohemia was staring blankly at Secretary Beef, with thoughts of fighting in her mind, the copy host spoke in time: "The time has come to inform the third stage of the target."
Secretary Beef maintained the same posture and immediately fell into a standby state, ignoring the voice of the copy host that echoed in the room.
"The goal of the third stage is to make proper use of your special abilities to appease the prisoners; secondly, survive to the fourth stage."
...The need to specifically consider "survival" as a goal means that her life may be in danger next? Considering that she is about to inspect the cell, perhaps she should be more careful.
"I have a special understanding of survival." Descartes was indeed like a philosopher in that he talked too much: "Ask me, ask me quickly."
Bohemia ignored it, gritted his teeth, and nodded fiercely at Secretary Beef: "I agree!"
She agreed to dinner with all her might, but Secretary Beef couldn't tell anything was wrong; his face suddenly lit up, and he said with joy and embarrassment: "Then... then we should go."
"Ask me quickly, your life is at stake."
"Wait a minute," Bohemia waved to Secretary Beef, carefully picked up a brown paper envelope, and approached the safe in the corner. "I'll collect this document before leaving."
"My thoughts!"
The combination of the safe was written on the back of the photo of Sandy Winters's parents, and was discovered by Bohemia as early as the beginning. Seeing her preparing to open the safe, Secretary Beef coughed knowingly, and pretended to stand up and look at the wall.
With the certificate in hand, Bohemian turned his back; Bohemia turned a deaf ear to Descartes' call. He looked back at the secretary and found that he really had no chance to peek, so he pressed the number key four times. Didi
As soon as the sound ended, the cabinet door suddenly opened, revealing a space containing several stacks of documents and bags.
"Survival experience——"
"Blow it up," Bohemia took the opportunity to look through the documents and cursed in a low voice: "If you dare to tell me now, I will take advantage of you."
"I'm not that naive." Descartes said solemnly, "No matter what the situation is, as long as you want to live, you must remember that the key thing is to never die."
As if he didn't hear anything, Bohemia looked at the things in his hands as if nothing had happened.
The safe contains Sandy Winters' passport, several bank statements, a phone book with all the contact names in abbreviations, and a piece of white paper - the white paper is made up of arcs with arrows.
A circle with a black dot between each arc. I don’t know what it means. In addition, there is a small bag containing seals, motel room keys and other miscellaneous items. I can’t tell what’s there for the time being.
Special features.
While the Beef Secretary didn't turn around, she stuffed Descartes into the safe. As it screamed loudly, Bohemia used her consciousness to hold it tightly, and then made a "bang" sound.
Closed the door.
As soon as the door of the safe was closed, the gap was suddenly blurred; Descartes seemed not to be bound by the laws of space, and blocks of color came out of the cabinet in a chaotic manner, and asked her: "What are you doing that you don't know?"
Anyway?"
"Don't follow me, I don't want to see you," Bohemia whispered angrily, "Don't force me to give you to the puppet master... sir."
"Really? That's great -"
Before it finished speaking, Bohemia pushed it back to the ground with its consciousness, reopened the cabinet door and stuffed it back. At this time, Descartes was trapped in the game copy like her and could not get out.
, there is no need to hang her consciousness on it all the time; after withdrawing her consciousness, she stood up, saw Secretary Beef still staring at the certificate on the wall intently, and shouted: "Let's go."
Walking down the stairs to the first floor and passing by the door of the conference room, she glanced at the half-open door. The key had been removed long ago, and it was empty inside, revealing rows of tables and chairs.
Bohemia glanced at the conference room again, her thoughts swirling, but she didn't know what she wanted to ask.
Judging from Secretary Beef's words, it sounds like Sandy Winters is very authoritative in managing prisoners. She is a loyal follower of the "walk-around management" method, often inspecting the interior of the prison, activity areas or special accommodation areas, and visits almost every prisoner.
The prisoners all know her and respect her - considering that her character is a young and beautiful girl, I'm afraid this kind of miracle can only happen in a game.
"Hey,"
When the two of them stopped in front of a heavy iron door in the corridor, Bohemia suddenly remembered a detail, which seemed to be incompatible with Secretary Beef's description. "Wenda, the one in work clothes, was still here this afternoon.
He tried to persuade me not to come in because he was concerned that I was a young woman and the prisoners might say bad things when they saw me——"
"Ahem," Secretary Beef didn't take it seriously at all. He reached out and swiped his card, and the iron door slowly opened with a muffled sound. "You just recruited him not long ago. Maybe he doesn't believe in your ability.
Woolen cloth."
It turned out that she had done it herself... Bohemia thought of the few black hairs in his trouser pockets. He was not a serial killer, so what happened to those few hairs?
The prison guards seemed to like this young, beautiful and capable warden, and they kept saying hello to her along the way. One of the guards, who was particularly thick, with a long and concave face, enthusiastically opened the first door with a key.
The second door led her and Secretary Beef into the cell area.
"It really doesn't make sense," the prison guard, whose face looked like a crescent moon from the side, complained in a dull voice: "Miss Winters, you know that their riots and group fights are usually issues between prisoners. Today it won't be the case.
You know what went crazy... You believe me, old Cotros just raised his voice and shouted for them to separate as usual. It was really the same as usual... How did it turn out? Starting from those old guys,
Everyone's eyes turned red with fear! A few thornheads rushed up and yelled at us, and later others joined in. They yelled and shook the guardrail so hard that I couldn't even hear what the people next to me were saying..."
He was one of the prison guards present during the afternoon riot and described the situation to Bohemia in detail: "When we found someone lying on the ground with a pool of blood, I was done thinking.
This suddenly added fuel to the fire, and the situation was definitely going to get out of control... But unexpectedly, after discovering the dead person, they all retreated quickly, and they all went back without even bothering us. By the way, he was dead.
Helsing, have you found out the cause of death?"
Bohemia looked serious: "No, still waiting for the results."
"I heard something happened to Doctor Ming?" The prison guard showed a look of curiosity that didn't match his physical condition. After being sent away, he had no choice but to stop asking questions. Several people stopped in front of a cell.
, Moon Face hit the iron railing several times with his baton, and shouted inside: "Snake Skin, Miss Winters is here!"
Comforting the prisoners does not mean that she has to find people to talk to one by one. The bosses who are leading the riot are the most important. As long as they can control these people, it is equivalent to controlling all the factions in the prison.
; Grasping the key factors that can affect the overall situation is an effective method, whether inside or outside prison.
The boss in front of me really looks like a boss. He is probably in his forties. His prison clothes are worn around his shoulders and neck, and the thick muscles on his arms are bulging. There are vertical and horizontal lines on his face.
One of his eyelids was half drooped because it was scratched. When he approached the railing, even the beef secretary couldn't help but flinch and took half a step back.
"Miss Winters," he said in a low voice, "...you are a little late."
Why are you in a hurry to go somewhere else?
Bohemia knew that she couldn't say this, so she coughed: "I just went to deal with an urgent matter. This afternoon..."
Snake Skin nodded invisibly. "It doesn't matter, the dead Helsing is not from our road anyway. Don't worry if there are still people who are dissatisfied and causing trouble, I will keep an eye on it." He raised one side of his eyelids that could be fully opened,
He looked at the prison guard and secretary: "But you'd better pay more attention. You won't be so lucky next time."
Having said this, he turned his attention to Bohemia again. The two stood face to face, like a duck standing in front of a hill.
"...As there is coming and going, you have to take care of the brothers on our side."
Although she didn’t understand what it meant, Bohemia felt that she was indeed gifted. She didn’t even finish a sentence, and this leader-like person just cooperated obediently. It was really—huh?
Her eyes were fixed.
The prison guard and secretary were standing behind her, with only the railing between her and Snake Skin. At this time, one of Snake Skin's hands was resting on the railing, and was caught by the shadow cast by her; his hanging thumb and
The index finger, now formed into a circle, was facing her, motionless.
