Secretary Beef Sandwich was actually quite good-looking.
Although he was not very handsome, at least his eyes were clear, his skin was clean, and his short hair was neatly combed. She could see his face so clearly because his face was close to the desk, and his face was slightly red because of the words he wanted to say but couldn't.
"Umm … I, I didn't know that you don't like Mexican food." He glanced at Bohemia and immediately lowered his head. "Coincidentally, my friend recommended a Japanese restaurant in the city. It's very popular, and I finally managed to get a table there … Umm, if you don't have any plans on Saturday night, why don't we go there together?"
Bohemia blinked her eyes.
To her, this was a whole new realm.
What did he mean? Poisoned the food? No, what did he just say about getting a table? Was he referring to the underground boxing match that required a queue number? But there was no food in the underground boxing match. Was the red restaurant referring to the blood? Why did he insist on going there at night instead of in the morning? What was he plotting?
Coincidentally, when Bohemia was staring blankly at Secretary Beef Sandwich, the quest host spoke in time, "The time for the third phase has arrived."
Secretary Beef Sandwich maintained the same posture and immediately went into standby mode, turning a deaf ear to the voice of the quest host echoing in the room.
"The goal of the third phase is to make proper use of your special ability to pacify the prisoners. Secondly, to survive until the fourth phase."
Since he specifically set "survival" as a goal, it meant that her life might be in danger, right? Considering that she was going to inspect the prison cells soon, perhaps she should be extra careful.
"I have a special understanding of survival," Descartes said. He was indeed like a philosopher when it came to talking. "Ask me. Ask me now."
Bohemia ignored him. She gritted her teeth and nodded at Secretary Beef, "I agree!"
She had agreed to dinner without any hesitation, but Secretary Beef did not feel that something was wrong. His face lit up instantly, and he said with both joy and embarrassment, "Then … then we should go."
"Ask me now. It's a matter of life and death."
"Wait a minute," Bohemia waved her hand at Secretary Beef. She carefully picked up a brown envelope and approached the safe in the corner. "I'll put this document away before I leave."
"My understanding!"
The combination to the safe was on Sandy.
Bohemia had discovered the truth behind the photo of Winters' parents. Seeing that Bohemia was about to open the safe, the beef secretary coughed and pretended to stand up to read the certificate on the wall. Bohemia turned a deaf ear to Descartes. She looked back at the secretary and made sure that he had no chance to peek at the certificate. Then, she pressed the number key four times. As soon as the beeping stopped, the cabinet door opened, revealing a space with a few stacks of documents and bags.
"Survival tips —"
"Just spit it out," Bohemia took the opportunity to flip through the documents and whispered, "If you dare to say that you won't tell me now, I'll make mincemeat out of you."
"I'm not that childish." "No matter what the situation may be, as long as you want to live, you must remember that the key is not to die."
As if she had not heard anything, Bohemia looked at the thing in her hand as if nothing had happened.
Inside the safe was Sandy.
Winters' passport, a few bank statements, a phone book with all the contact names in abbreviations, a piece of white paper with arrowhead arcs forming a circle, and between each arc was a black dot. Other than that, there was a small bag filled with stamps, motel room keys, and other miscellaneous items. For the time being, Bohemia could not see anything special about it.
Before Secretary Beef turned around, she stuffed Descartes's essence into the safe. While Descartes was screaming, Bohemia used her Higher Consciousness to hold Descartes down and slammed the door shut.
As soon as the door of the safe was closed, the gap between the door and the door blurred. Descartes did not seem to be bound by the laws of space. The color blocks peeked out from the safe and asked Bohemia, "What are you doing?"
"Don't follow me. I don't want to see you," Bohemia said in a low voice. "Don't force me to give you to Lord Puppeteer."
"Really? That's great — "
Before it could finish its sentence, Bohemia pressed it back to the ground with her Higher Consciousness. She reopened the cupboard door and shoved it back into the cupboard. Like Lin Sanjiu, Descartes was trapped in the game dungeon and could not get out, so there was no need for her to hang her higher consciousness on it. After withdrawing her higher consciousness, Lin Sanjiu stood up and saw that the beef secretary was still staring at the certificate on the wall. She called out, "Let's go."
Walking down the stairs to the first floor, she glanced at the half-open door as she passed by the door of the conference room. The key had been pulled out long ago. It was empty inside, revealing rows of tables and chairs.
Bohemia glanced at the conference room again. Her mind was in a mess, but she did not know what she wanted to ask.
From Secretary Beef's words, it sounded like Sandy
Winters was an authority when it came to managing prisoners. She was a faithful follower of the "walking management" method. She often patrolled the interior of the prison, the activity area or the special accommodation area. Almost every prisoner knew and respected her. Considering her character was a young and beautiful girl, perhaps such a miracle could only happen in the game.
"Eh?"
When the two of them stopped in front of a heavy iron door in the corridor, Bohemia suddenly thought of a detail that seemed to be out of place with Secretary Beef's description. "Wenda, the one in the overalls, told me not to come in this afternoon. He was worried that the prisoners might say something unpleasant to me because I'm a young woman —"
"Ahem," Secretary Beef did not take it to heart. She took out her card and swiped it. The iron door slowly opened with a muffled sound. "Didn't you just recruit him not long ago? He might not believe in your ability."
"So it was her own doing …" Bohemia thought of the few strands of black hair in his trouser pocket. He was not a serial killer. Then what about those strands of hair?
The prison guards seemed to like the young, beautiful, and capable warden very much. They kept greeting her along the way. One of them, who was particularly stout and had a long and sunken face, enthusiastically opened the second door with a key and led her and Secretary Beef into the cell area.
"It really doesn't make sense." The prison guard whose face was shaped like a crescent moon from the side grumbled in a deep voice, "Miss Winters, you also know that their riots and gang fights are usually problems between prisoners. I don't know what's gotten into them today … Believe me, Old Cotteroth is just raising his voice and telling them to separate themselves as usual. It's really the same as usual … In the end, from those old fellows onwards, all of their eyes turned red with anxiety! A few of them rushed up and shouted at us. Then, the others joined in. They were shouting and shaking the fence so hard that I couldn't even hear what the people next to me were saying … "
He was one of the prison guards who was present during the riot in the afternoon. He described the situation to Bohemia in detail, "When we found someone lying on the ground with a pool of blood, I thought it was over. It was like adding fuel to the fire. The situation was definitely going to get out of control … But I didn't expect that after they found someone dead, they quickly retreated. It didn't take us much effort. By the way, did you find out the cause of Helsing's death? "
Bohemia looked serious, "No, we're still waiting for the results."
"I heard that something happened to the doctor?" The prison guard showed a curious expression that did not match his physique. After he was sent away, he had no choice but to stop asking. They stopped in front of a cell. The crescent-faced man knocked on the iron bars with his baton and shouted, "Snakeskin, Miss Winters is here!"
Pacifying the prisoners did not mean that she had to talk to them one by one. In a riot, the few leaders were the most important. As long as they could control these people, it meant that they could control all the factions in the prison. Seizing the key factors that could affect the overall situation, whether it was inside or outside the prison, was an effective way to deal with them.
The leader in front of her looked very much like a leader. He was about forty years old, and his prison clothes were bulging out from the thick muscles on his shoulders, neck, and arms. His face was full of wrinkles, and his expression was heavy. One of his eyelids was scratched, and he could not open it. When he approached the bars, even the beef secretary could not help but shiver and take half a step back.
"Miss Winters," he said in a low voice, "... You're a little late."
You're in a hurry to go somewhere else?
Bohemia knew that she could not say this out loud, so she coughed and said, "I just went to deal with an urgent matter. This afternoon … "
Snakeskin nodded indiscernibly. "It doesn't matter. Helsing is not a member of our gang. Don't worry about other people causing trouble. I'll keep an eye on it. " He raised one of his fully opened eyelids and looked at the prison guard and the secretary. "But you'd better be careful. Next time, you won't be so lucky. "
As he said this, he looked at Bohemia again. The two of them stood face to face, like two ducks standing in front of a hill.
"… You guys have to take care of the brothers on our side."
Although Bohemia did not understand what he meant, she felt that she was indeed talented. She did not even finish her sentence, and this leader-like person obediently cooperated with her. Really... Huh?
Her eyes froze.
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