In the silent corridor, Bohemia pricked up her ears and heard the rustling of papers coming from the conference room. She heard someone talking in a low voice. It might be Secretary Beef's voice, but it was so soft that she almost thought it was an illusion. She slowly stood up with her hands on her knees and walked along the wall until she reached the outside of the conference room.
"… I've said it before, the Investigation Bureau … has long been suspicious of her … The names on the bank list are all her …"
It was Secretary Beef. He had been beaten several times and could barely speak clearly. It was very difficult for him to listen to the conversation outside the conference room. Bohemia wanted to get closer, so she took a step forward. However, she forgot that the sunlight was coming from behind her. As soon as her shadow swayed on the floor of the conference room, Secretary Beef suddenly stopped talking.
The rustling of papers also stopped.
Knowing that she had been exposed, Bohemia bit the bullet and turned around. She poked her head through the door and called out, "Wenda." Wenda was standing in the middle of the overturned tables and chairs. Beside his feet was a pile of documents. Hearing Bohemia's voice, he raised his head and put a brown paper bag containing the criminal's file aside. "Miss Wenda, I happened to find some of your stuff."
Secretary Beef had long lost his usual clean and elegant look. His face was red, and his hands were tied to a table with plastic strips. He glared at Bohemia, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily.
"Don't you hate the scum in prison who eat taxes the most?" He looked away as if Bohemia did not exist. In front of Bohemia, he tried to persuade Wenda again, "I asked an FBI employee to kill a scumbag. Yes, from a legal point of view, I did break the law. But from a moral point of view, is it really a serious crime? Can it be more serious than her crime? She secretly received money from the prisoner — "
"This is a hint for you. Listen carefully," Descartes interrupted. Descartes chimed in. Bohemia did not hear the second half of the beef secretary's sentence.
Wenda lowered her head and avoided Bohemia's gaze. She stared at the documents on the floor for a few seconds and suddenly bent down to pick up an envelope. If she remembered correctly, it was one of the bank receipts.
She remembered that this man did not seem to be very stable. He had said at the beginning that his son and daughter had disappeared somehow, and the culprit responsible for their deaths was serving a sentence in this prison. From the few hints, he seemed to have an unreasonable hatred for all prisoners, and he would even look for opportunities to abuse female prisoners … Now it would take some effort to deal with this situation.
"What are you talking about?" Bohemia frowned. "What do you mean I took the money? These are mine? "
Wen Da suddenly raised his head. "Aren't these your documents?"
"I remember those file bags. They seem to be the criminal files, right?" If there was one thing that Bohemia was good at, it would be denying, framing, and shifting the blame, "... These files are all in the archives, and they are managed by the secretary. Why are they here? What's that in your hand? "
"… It's a bank note," Overalls said hesitantly. "It's from a woman named Emma.
"It belongs to a woman called Emma Greens. There's a lot of money in it."
"Who is this person?" Bohemia's eyes widened, and her long eyelashes fluttered.
Wenda pursed her lips awkwardly. Before Secretary Beef could say anything, Bohemia hurriedly shouted at the secretary, "Why did you take all the documents out of the archives? Two detectives told me that they wanted to investigate the collusion between the inside and outside of this prison. Is it related to you? You took all the criminal files out of here? These are confidential documents! "
"It's not that confidential …" The voice of the host of the instance dungeon suddenly rang out. "Hmm, what you said is not professional enough. However, it can also be interpreted as you trying to fool Wenda … Forget it, I'll peel the skin off your onion later."
Bohemia could almost feel the onion on her head trembling.
As soon as the interlude was over, a little hesitation appeared on the face of the man in the uniform. He was not as quick-witted as the beef secretary. After hearing Bohemia's words, he was shaken again. "Yes, you said that these accounts were opened in the names of strangers, and they all belonged to Miss Winters. What proof do you have? You can say it's hers, but you can also say it's yours! "
"You colluded with Agent Geer, causing the death of an important witness, and because I found out about it, you attacked me... Now you're caught. You've lost your chance." Bohemia was facing Secretary Beef, but her words were directed at the man in the uniform. "If you want to accuse me of anything, go to the judicial officials. Everything has to go according to the procedure — Wen Da!"
The man in the uniform raised his head.
"Clean up the documents on the floor. These may be important evidence. Put them away, lock the door, and come with me —" Before he had a chance to ask, Bohemia snorted. "Maybe we'll see him on the other side of the barbed wire in the future!"
The man in the uniform seemed to be a little confused for a moment. He subconsciously followed her order, put away the documents, and locked the door of the conference room. After that, he hurried a few steps behind her and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Yes," Descartes floated up, making Bohemia dizzy. "Where are you taking him? I'm telling you, I don't think you'll be able to last long with that trick of yours. This man has already planted the seed of suspicion in his heart... "
"I know, I know," Bohemia replied in a huff. "What the f * ck are you talking about? You need to recite a poem."
When Descartes floated away angrily, the voice of the man in the uniform came from behind, "Miss Winters?"
"Oh, it's like this," Bohemia's brain was working very fast at this time. She suddenly remembered that he had abused the female prisoners, "... Someone in the men's prison filed a complaint against you, saying that your actions and words were very rude. No, of course I don't believe it. You can rest assured about that! But you also know that you still have to go through the motions. And most importantly, I hope you can help me find out which prisoner colluded with the secretary. "
He was a little confused that Winters was entrusted with this task, but in the end, he did not say anything and left with Bohemia. Being mocked for the way Descartes phrased his words seemed to make him very unhappy. He held back his anger all the way to the prison. After passing through two iron gates, he finally asked, "What are you planning?"
Bohemia looked around her.
She could see every cell on every floor, every corridor, and every cell at the entrance. The sound of knocking on iron bars, the patrolling footsteps of prison guards, and the occasional curses formed an echo inside the prison, hitting the walls like waves.
"Didn't you eat a criminologist before?" She used her Higher Consciousness to cover her voice and replied, "Then you must understand one thing … The prison, in principle, will not negotiate with prisoners."
She knew this from watching TV series. The "pre-apocalyptic entertainment" in "Heaven Underworld" was very cheap, so it was very popular. Usually, there were some fixed broadcast points in each area. Descartes thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, if the prisoner has any conditions to negotiate, then it will be useless."
He thought for a moment and suddenly understood, "I know what you want to do!"
"You... you are really good at doing bad things," Descartes, who was still thinking of eating people not long ago, was now full of surprise, "You want him to be caught!"
No matter how heavily-guarded a prison was, it was still managed by manpower, so accidents were inevitable. The number of people who were not prisoners entering the prison was actually more than most people could imagine — people visiting the prison, people from the Public Security Bureau, reporters, and sometimes even students who came for field classes … If there was a small probability of a prisoner capturing a hostage, then the police would never negotiate with the prisoner or use conditions to redeem the hostage.
In order to prevent future prisoners from doing the same thing, other than persuading and rescuing as much as possible, the unlucky ones who were captured as hostages could only pray for their own good luck.
"Not only will he be caught," Bohemia snorted coldly, "I have to let him die here today."
"He also saved your life!"
"Are you stupid? He is an NPC in the game, not a real person."
Strangely enough, even if she returned kindness with enmity to a real person, it did not seem to be a problem. Who knew whether the person who saved her today would kill her tomorrow? In order to save her own life, what could she not do? However, recently, her methods had become much softer and more clingy. Even when she was questioned by Descartes, Bohemia felt that she had to defend herself.
It was all Lin Sanjiu's fault. Her nagging must be contagious.
Her luck was not very good. At this time, she did not even see a prisoner who was being transferred or walking on the road. When passing by Snakeskin's cell, Bohemia caught a glimpse of the tall, muscular figure leaning against the bars with one of his eyelids drooping.
She pretended to casually look behind her, then turned around and gently pinched her throat in front of Wen Da, where he couldn't see.
What happened next was both logical and frightening at the same time. Even behind the bars, when the snakeskin suddenly launched an attack, no one could react in time. The snakeskin's arms stretched forward and grabbed the neck of the man in overalls as if it was catching a bird. The snakeskin pulled the man to the bars and slammed him against the bars, making a muffled sound.
The guards were alarmed. They rushed over angrily. Countless batons fell on Snakeskin's arms outside the bars like raindrops, but they could not move him at all. The muscles on Snakeskin's arms were as hard as a piece of wood. As the muscles gradually tightened and bulged, Wen Da's body gradually became limp. Finally, he slipped and fell to the ground.
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