Is this OK? Or does he want money?
Or is the circle not the key point, but the other three fingers?
Bohemia stared at Snakeskin's fingers for a few seconds. Noticing her gaze, Snakeskin slowly loosened his hand, probably thinking that she had understood.
Behind her, the beef secretary asked the prisoner, "You mean the new prisoner 1718, right? I remember he's on your side. "
Snakeskin half-closed one of his eyelids and grunted through his nose.
"We won't make things difficult for him," the moon-faced prison guard said, "... as long as he doesn't cause us any trouble."
Snakeskin raised his hand and slapped the iron bars hard. In the echoing muffled sound, he grinned, revealing a row of black teeth. "We had a good talk. Now I'm going to bed. "
... That was to say goodbye.
The next few faction leaders that Bohemia met, some of them had a large Virgin Mary tattoo on their forehead, some of them looked like a vagrant, and some of them were rough and ferocious. Even Bohemia, as an Evolved Human, could not help but feel nervous. But no matter who they were, without exception, they were very polite and cooperative in front of the warden. Most importantly, there was another person who quietly made the same circle gesture to her.
He also asked the prison guard to take care of the people on his side. This time, he seemed to be referring to prisoner 1811.
The circle represented "take care of people"? But how to take care of people with circles?
On the way back to the office, Bohemia was in a state of confusion.
"What a stupid game," she muttered habitually when she was about to go upstairs. "The hints given are so vague. They don't want to let people pass..."
The beef secretary, who was walking a few steps behind her, asked, "Miss Winters, are you talking to me?"
"No," Bohemia looked back, "I'm just talking to myself..."
Before she could finish her words, she unconsciously stopped.
She saw the door of the conference room again, although half of it had disappeared behind the wall. There seemed to be something about this door that was faintly stirring in her heart, but she could not tell what it was. She thought for a while, but she could not figure it out. She was so annoyed that she wanted to kick someone.
When they returned to the office, the hour hand was pointing to 5: 30. It seemed that the long day was finally coming to an end.
As soon as they entered the room, Descartes crawled out of the cupboard, like a moving mosaic of colors. Wherever he went, there was a splash of color. When it slid to Bohemia's feet, before it could say anything, the phone on the table suddenly rang, startling the two of them.
The beefy secretary took a glance at Bohemia and picked up the phone. Almost as soon as she said "Hello", the person on the other end of the phone started yelling. The voice was so loud that it could be heard through the microphone. The secretary listened carefully and then covered the microphone. She whispered to Bohemia, "It's Agent Ravis."
Old leather shoes!
Fortunately, the secretary didn't mention the nickname she had given Agent Ravis.
"I'll put you on speakerphone now," the person on the other end of the line kept talking. Finally, the beef secretary interrupted, "Hello? Go ahead, go ahead. "
Old Leather Shoe's angry voice came out of the phone with a little electric current. "... What the hell is going on? I've been waiting here all afternoon. Where is the doctor who examined Helsing's body? No one informed me about Ger's situation, and the nurse didn't know when the new doctor would arrive. I've been left hanging for the whole afternoon! I've called several times, and this is the first time someone picked up! "
"I'm sorry, we went to visit the prison." The beef secretary hurriedly apologized, "I'll call the doctor now... But I remember that the doctor is on his annual vacation. It's late now, and we informed him in a hurry, so I can't guarantee that he will arrive today. How about some other day — "
"No, I won't leave here!" Old leather shoes said, "I had a look just now. The wound on Helsing's stomach has been touched. I don't know if it was the crazy female doctor... But even after the wound was damaged, I can still tell from the traces that it was a gunshot wound. If it was really a gunshot wound, this is not a small matter... "
The beef secretary grimaced at Bohemia.
Helsing died from a gunshot, which meant that someone from outside the prison wanted to assassinate him. He had a stomach full of criminal evidence of a big shot. If it could be confirmed that he was assassinated, it would inevitably be traced back to that big shot. The damage to the gunshot wound must have been arranged in advance. Perhaps even a doctor who was willing to cooperate with him had to be arranged. That was why no one came for so long. But in the end, Old leather shoes still could not hide it.
How troublesome. Why didn't they arrange for the prisoners in the prison to stab him to death?
Bohemia watched the beefy secretary deal with the old leather shoes on the other end of the phone with sweat all over her face. After a while, she came to a realization. Helsing was holding the fate of a big shot, and it was too important. No matter how he died, his death must be properly investigated. If he was stabbed to death by a prisoner, it would inevitably be traced back to her, the warden. But if he was killed by a foreign FBI employee, what did it have to do with her? She could just pretend that she didn't know anything. At most, it would be considered a lax management.
It must be Sandy Winters.
Winters deliberately did not let the prisoner do it.
"Okay, okay, I'll ask the nurse to make a bed for you," the secretary had no strength to resist. "... But, are you going to sleep next to a dead man? Is the room next door okay? Okay, okay... Okay, lock it. I'll give you all the keys. "
After putting down the phone, he sighed and wiped his face.
"This is not good," he said with a bitter smile. "Miss Winters, you have to inform the assistant quickly. You have to let them prepare... Agent Ravis is known for being upright and stubborn."
Bohemia did not care whether they lived or died. Anyway, protecting the mysterious big shot was not one of her goals. She said a few words and saw Secretary Beef relax his shoulders. He said softly, "It's been a tough day, but after all, it's a Friday night. Go back and have a good rest. Tomorrow, we can have a good meal together... Um, let me send you home tonight. "
Bohemia suddenly became vigilant.
Just now, he used this tone to ask her to go to the underground boxing restaurant covered in blood tomorrow. If she was not careful, she might die in the hands of this secretary in the third stage!
"No," she refused. "I'll go back myself."
"... Is it far? Where is it? "
Bohemia opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat.
Where does Winters live?
Secretary Beef thought she did not want to tell him, so he explained shyly and awkwardly, "I just want to... If you tell me, I'll drive you to the Japanese restaurant tomorrow..."
She sneered in her heart. This man wants to know where I live — he's got ulterior motives!
Seeing that Bohemia did not want to tell him, Secretary Beef did not dare to ask further. His face turned red, and he looked embarrassed. She did not know what he was talking about, but he quickly left her office as if he was running away. Not long after, Bohemia watched his shadow leave through the front door of the office building. She snorted and sat back in her chair, "You still want to set me up?"
Since she did not know where she lived, she might as well not leave tonight. If there was nothing to do in the prison at night, she could use this opportunity to teach Lin Sanjiu a lesson. She was still thinking about the questions she had seen. Somehow, she felt that there was an opportunity for her to take advantage of the questions.
Descartes floated slowly onto the table, turning the table into a mosaic.
"Hey —" He did not even have a throat, but he still pretended to clear it.
Bohemia turned a deaf ear to Descartes. She was measuring the time in the game. The time in the game seemed to be the same as reality. She also felt that an afternoon had passed, but it seemed that Lin Sanjiu's game was much slower than hers. If that was the case, the time in the game might not be real...
"Hey!"
"What do you want?" Bohemia asked angrily, as her thoughts were interrupted.
"After you left, I had a very interesting time."
"It's none of my business."
Seeing that Bohemia still did not understand, Descartes seemed to be a little anxious, "I found a lot of things!"
Finally, the pair of golden-brown eyes fell on Descartes.
Bohemia waited in silence for a long time. Seeing that Descartes did not say anything, she urged, "Tell me!"
"Didn't you say that I talked too much before?" Descartes finally got back at her, "I told you the secret of survival out of kindness, but you didn't appreciate it, did you?"
She could say that kind of secret ten times with her eyes closed. Bohemia held back her anger. She decided to teach Descartes a lesson after she got out of the pocket dimension, "I'm listening now. Tell me."
"Open the safe," Descartes could not hold back any longer, "Hurry up — Yes, take out the paper bag, no, the green one … Yes, open it."
Bohemia pulled out a stack of documents.
The game was played in a language that she could read, so she could recognize every word on the documents. However, when they were put together, she had no idea what they meant. The documents were full of legal jargon and technical terms. They were divided into several folders. She roughly flipped through them and found that they seemed to be related to prisoners and cases. She knew this because two of the documents had "1702" and "1718" written on the cover. They were the serial numbers of the prisoners that the cannibal and the snakeskin had asked her to take care of.
"This is the information of the recent prisoners in this prison," Descartes seemed to have no problem reading the legal documents, "And they all have one thing in common … They are all in the appeal period."
It took him a few more minutes to explain to Bohemia what an appeal period was.
"What do you mean by putting these documents separately?" Descartes did not sound like he was asking a question, but more like he was going to answer it himself. Bohemia held back her question for a while. Sure enough, he could not hold it in anymore. "I thought about it for a long time. I went through your notepad, calendar … anything that could be used to record things, and I found that there was a pattern that appeared repeatedly."
"A circle?" Bohemia blurted out.
As soon as Descartes said the word "yes", both of them suddenly fell silent.
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