In less than five seconds after the two detectives sat down, Bohemia had given them a nickname in her mind. One of them was a gray-haired man with a wrinkled face. Because of the deep wrinkles on his forehead, she secretly called him "Old Leather Shoe". The other one was younger. Although he also pretended to be serious, he always looked like he was trying to hide his inexperience. Hence, he was called "Little Virgin".
"... We have reason to suspect that someone in this prison is secretly communicating with the outside world."
"Old Leather Shoe" looked at Bohemia, his eyebrows tightly knitted together. "Although all letters and phone calls will be examined, this communication is being carried out in a form that we are not aware of. It may be an order from the prison to the outside world, such as destroying evidence, hunting down enemies, etc. It may also be a message from the outside world, providing illegal services to the prisoners waiting for the final verdict to help them escape punishment. You are young and inexperienced, so I thought that this position was not suitable for you. But now that you are a warden, you should be able to provide us with some useful information, right? "
The attitude of this "Old Leather Shoe" was quite arrogant. Even though Bohemia did not see herself as a warden, she could not help but put on a stern face. Before she could speak, Descartes suddenly spoke in a low voice. He seemed to be completely fascinated by the NPC's speech, completely forgetting that he had just been pinched. "... Hey, have you noticed that the content of the mini-game seems to be advancing the plot of the prison storm?"
"Of course, I have noticed it."
She cleared her throat and carefully observed the two men in front of her. If there was anything wrong with the two of them, it was that they were too relaxed. They just sat there casually, but they could be stabbed at any time. There were two steaming cups of water on the table, but they didn't know how to drink the rare water … Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Huh?"
When Bohemia was stunned, Descartes seemed to have sensed her doubt and asked at the same time, "... Who poured them water?"
When the female doctor left, there were no paper cups on the table. Did they pour the water themselves?
"Hey, Miss Winters!" Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, the old leather shoe said in a low voice, "Did you hear what I said? Is there anything you can tell us? "
Of course not.
"I have to investigate carefully …" She said vaguely and waved her hand at the two of them. "Please, drink some water."
The little virgin raised the cup and took a big gulp. On the edge of his palm, two bright red scratches were deeply imprinted on his skin. Old Leather Shoe harrumphed and leaned back in his chair. "Letting a young girl manage the biggest prison in the area … I knew it. She can't help."
Your mother must be the one to take care of it, Bohemia thought to herself.
The wound on Little Virgin's hand might have been caused by the victim's struggle, or maybe he just had a cat. Old Leather Shoes looked like he had never run a red light in his life. How could he tell who the serial killer was with such little information?
"I don't have much confidence in your investigation," Old Leather Shoe was getting more and more dissatisfied with Bohemia's mute attitude. His tone was getting more and more forceful. "Inform your subordinates that I want to meet with prisoner 1759. You'd better come along. You can't do this job if you stay in this office peacefully. "
Before Bohemia could respond, Little Virgin's face turned pale. Although she had just drunk some water, she couldn't help licking her lips.
The previous one was a suspected cannibal. Who was this prisoner 1759?
Bohemia could no longer play the fool. She called the servant who had delivered the sandwiches to her and gave him the job of announcing the meeting. Of course, in the eyes of the old shoe, she was a pretty face who could do nothing.
The meeting time was arranged to be 30 minutes later. The two agents stared at her for a while and finally got up to leave because they wanted to smoke. Bohemia let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the table.
"Why are you so relaxed?" Descartes floated on the table as if he was looking down at her. "Have you forgotten what the host said? 'One of the people who will walk into your office next is a serial killer '. After you go to prison, no one will come in. After all, the people who come in are looking for you to push the plot forward. That means, you have more than 20 minutes to meet the next killer candidate — if there is one. "
"So what? I can't tell them apart anyway."
"Miss Winters?"
Just as she was mumbling, she heard someone calling her from the door. She was so startled that she immediately sat up straight. It was an ordinary-looking man with messy hair, wearing a work uniform. "Who are you talking to?" he asked.
"I... I'm talking to myself," Bohemia coughed. She didn't want to ask who he was. "What's the matter?"
The man looked even more confused than she was. "Didn't you ask me to report the safety and health situation of the institution? I've even written down the maintenance and cleaning list. "
One of the principles that prison managers believed in was the "broken window theory". A broken window that was left unattended would create a disorderly environment and attract more destruction and crime. In an institution like a prison, even a small graffiti or a blocked urinal could lead to more and more disorderly and illegal behavior by the prisoners, like a snowball effect.
After Descartes finished showing off the information, the man in the work uniform also sat down on the chair and handed her a document. When he looked at Bohemia, his eyes were filled with worry, like an elder brother looking at his younger sister. "Miss Winters, I don't think you should go with me."
"Huh?" Ever since she entered this game, she had never spoken a complete sentence.
"I understand. You said at the meeting that you hoped to make the prisoners feel like they are in a humane environment, but after all …" At this point, he seemed to be in a difficult position, as if he did not know how to phrase his words. "But … after all, you … Well, you are not suitable to patrol the prison."
"Why?"
The man in the work uniform became even more embarrassed. His face turned slightly red, and he rubbed his hands on his thighs a few times. When he moved, Bohemia immediately noticed that there were a few long hairs hanging on the edge of his trouser pocket. His hair was flaxen, but the few long hairs were pure black. Obviously, they belonged to a woman.
"Because... because of you..." He scratched his head hard. "You are young, and you are a woman. Those guys may... say something rude."
"So what? I can't care less. "That was the truth.
"That is true... but..." The man in the work uniform sighed and finally made up his mind. "I will follow you, and I will control them for you."
Bohemia replied with an "oh", but her mind was occupied by the few hairs that were clipped on the zipper of the man's trouser pocket. If it were not for her good eyesight, she would not have noticed... why the other woman's hair was clipped in such a position? Could it be that the woman had lost consciousness and her head was being dragged back and forth in his hand?
She shuddered.
"It seems that, except for the old leather shoes, everyone is suspicious. So, it must be the old leather shoes! " The Cartesian Goblin began his nonsense reasoning again. "No, that is not right. If the question maker deliberately set up such a trap..."
Such information alone was not enough. Bohemia decided to take the initiative and ask for more information. She then smiled at the seemingly easy-going man in the work uniform. "Is everything okay in your family?"
The question was so ordinary, but it suddenly made the man's face turn green. His face tightened, and the corners of his mouth curved downward like a curved knife. He stared at her without saying a word.
"You made a mistake. You said something to the NPC that the warden would never say in person. That aroused suspicion!" The host suddenly raised his voice. "After the mini-game is over, the Onion Stripping will be carried out immediately!"
Bohemia wished that she could flip the table over and throw it on the man's face. Was this man an orphan? No home?
"No, no."
The man in the work uniform took a deep breath and returned to normal. "I think you are probably referring to my parents. They still live in a small town in the South Forest... but they lost a pair of grandchildren in this accident. They can't get better. "
... What happened?
Bohemia could not ask directly, so she had to hold back her questions and nodded painfully.
"Speaking of which, I thank you very much, Miss Winters." The man in the work uniform calmed down and stared into her eyes. "After my ex-wife remarried, she changed the surname of my son and daughter. For so many years, almost no one knew that they were my children. If not for this, I would not have been able to continue working in the prison where that guy was serving his sentence... "
At this point, the veins on his cheeks bulged, but he squeezed out a cold smile. "If it wasn't for you, I would have been transferred away. I cherish the opportunity to work here. Really... not everyone has the chance to meet people who deserve to die every day... Sometimes, I really don't understand why the country is wasting taxpayers' money like this. "
The Demon Cartesian made a sound as if it was being strangled.
"The extreme sense of justice, coupled with the stimulation of losing a child," it murmured. "It must be him!"
Bohemia was hesitating. When she was wondering whether she should believe it or not, she heard a series of footsteps outside the door. The male secretary who brought her the beef sandwich rushed to the door and shouted, "There is a riot in the prison! And... and Agent Gerl, he had a seizure when he was smoking just now. He has been sent to the infirmary! "
Gerl? Isn't he the little virgin who drank the water?
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