Lake, Thorn Flower Prison.
3: 16 in the afternoon.
In a bright and gorgeous office on the top floor of the inner castle, Warden Jones and his butler, Peter, were sitting on the balcony drinking afternoon tea. A black cat was lying on the dining table, gnawing on a piece of bread with meat in it. Those who knew the warden well knew that he was a very caring person. He loved to raise small animals, cats and dogs the most.
He loved these cats and dogs far more than the average lady. He even specially invited an oil painting master to paint portraits of his cats and dogs and hung them in his office.
There was once a jailer who played cards too late and forgot to send dinner to his hound 'Casey'. As a result, no one saw him eat for a week.
"Greedy little guy …" Jones touched the black cat's head with a kind smile on his face.
He was only 38 years old, but he was able to sit in this position. In addition to the huge background behind him, his own ability was even more undeniable.
"It's raining again." Butler Peter looked at the rain outside the window and sighed.
Jones smiled indifferently: "It's just a drizzle."
"Drizzle will turn into heavy rain." The butler said sadly.
Jones waved to the maid next to him. The latter understood his meaning and obediently handed over a woolen cotton-padded jacket. "Is your spine hurting again? Put this on." Jones handed the cotton-padded jacket to the butler.
Butler Peter quickly got up and thanked him. After putting on the cotton-padded jacket, he sighed: "Every rainy season, the old problem will come back. I can't change it."
Jones smiled faintly. At this time, a slender woman quickly walked in from outside and whispered something in his ear. Hearing her words, the smile on Jones' face slowly disappeared. He nodded slightly and looked at the rain outside the window: "You're right. Drizzle will always lead to heavy rain."
The butler noticed the expression on his face and asked: "What happened?"
"A prisoner ran away." Jones whispered: "It's the little guy who came three years ago. The jailer just sent the news that he has left the cell. There is a pit and tunnel inside the cell. He dug the tunnel to escape."
"Escape?" The butler was a little surprised: "He has tools? There is a lake outside. Where did he escape from? "
"He must have stolen a tool while working, dug through the entire bottom of the lake, and escaped from the bottom of the lake." Jones looked out of the window and tapped his finger on the table. "The radius of our lake should be more than 300 meters."
The butler's face was full of shock as he said, "Digging a tunnel at the bottom of the lake? How, how is this possible? He dug such a long tunnel, where did the soil go? "
The slender woman at the side said respectfully, "According to the jailer, he brought the soil into the cell and smeared it on the walls and floor. Because the smearing was too uniform, the jailer didn't notice it in the dim light. When the jailer entered, he saw that the walls and floor were much higher than the other cells."
The housekeeper was stunned speechless.
Jones raised his hand and stroked the black cat that was still gnawing on the bread on the table. The black cat ignored their conversation and focused on eating. He gently stroked the cat's fur and said softly, "Pass down the wanted order. Also, inform the Black Cavalry to move out and immediately track the whereabouts of the criminal."
"Yes," the slender woman replied and turned around to leave.
"Wait." Jones stopped her, but his eyes were still looking kindly at the black cat in his hand. "Ask the people who are responsible for delivering food for the next week to accompany Cassie."
The slender woman's hair stood up. She tightened her body and quickly turned around to leave.
After she left, the butler, Peter, was still in a daze and couldn't help but say, "There should be no flaws in the structure of our prison. Even outside the excretory duct, there are jailers on duty. How could he run away?"
Jones shook his head slightly and said, "No flaws may be the biggest flaw. This prison is built at the bottom of the lake, so the walls are too thick. We always thought that no one would be stupid enough to dig such a thick wall, not to mention the bottom of the lake. The other prisoners also thought so. But this is a misunderstanding. Digging the wall doesn't mean that the wall will be broken. The thickness of the wall makes it so that when this little guy dug the passage inside the wall, no one heard the vibration. This is the biggest advantage of our prison, but now it is also the biggest disadvantage."
The butler fell into silence before he sighed, "If that's the case, then this can be considered a reminder for us. The security of the prison has caused the jailers to let their guard down, and they're too careless. If they're constantly checking, then they definitely won't allow someone to dig a tunnel that's hundreds of meters deep to escape. The time it takes to go back and forth is enough to expose him."
Jones nodded slightly, "Fortunately, it's just a little guy from the first floor." Then he patted the black cat on the table and smiled, "Greedy guy, eat your fill and go play."
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There was a small factory in a desolate and remote street in the northern part of the slums.
Dudian had bought some food from a pub and hired a carriage to come to the factory. He had already eaten the food he had bought in the carriage. The fatigue of the past few days had disappeared and his body had recovered some strength.
Dudian looked at the small factory as he got off the carriage. He was about to go in when he saw a notice hanging outside the factory. It was his wanted order.
"It took only one night for the wanted order to reach here. The efficiency is quite fast." Dudian's eyes lit up. He didn't avoid the notice as he went to the front of the factory: "I'm looking for a few people. Their names are Barton, Kroen, Joseph …"
The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Dudian: "They are at work. Why are you looking for them?"
Dudian took out three copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the old man: "Help me call them out. Tell them that their old friends have come to visit them."
The old man's drowsy appearance woke up as he saw the copper coins. He smiled and put away the coins: "Alright, you wait here. I'll call them for you."
Then he turned and left.
Dudian quietly waited. It was normal that the old man didn't recognize him as the person on the wanted order. At the moment he had tied up his hair. In the past three years, although the jailers often tortured the prisoners, but they didn't have a deep impression of the prisoners' faces. After all, they didn't comb their faces for a long time. No one was interested in remembering a face that was bound to die.
Therefore, the person drawn by the jailer's impression was completely different from his actual appearance. Although there was a portrait of him when he had just entered prison, showing his delicate facial features, his appearance had changed greatly after three years. It should be known that the fastest growth period for a person was from the age of ten to sixteen. The current him was completely different from his previous childish and delicate appearance. After growing up in torture, pain, and hunger, his face was thinner, and his eyebrows were higher. Although he was only sixteen years old, he had a mature and cold temperament.
Moreover, his face was smeared with coal. Even an acquaintance would have to carefully stare for a long time to see some familiar contours.
After a moment, the old man returned. There were four figures behind him. They were Barton, Kroen, Joseph and Barry. Their appearance had changed a lot in the past three years. But Dudian still recognized them at a glance.
The four of them were puzzled as they saw Dudian at the door: "Who are you?"
Dudian smiled: "Come with me to the abandoned factory."
"Abandoned factory?" As soon as the four of them heard these words, they were shocked and immediately revealed looks of pleasant surprise. Barton excitedly said, "You're finally back, Di …"
Dudian raised his hand to interrupt him: "Come with me."
Barton's face changed as he thought of something. However, he didn't say anything.
The other three looked at each other. Barry hesitated for a moment. He wanted to speak but didn't say anything.
The old man hurriedly said as he saw that the four of them were going to leave with Dudian: "It's still working hours. Where are you going? Don't you want your salary?"
Barton said: "Uncle, can you help us ask for a leave?"
"I can't help you with this." The old man immediately shook his head and refused.
Dudian looked at the four of them: "Don't work here. Come with me."
The four of them looked at each other. They faintly guessed something but didn't say anything.
The old man looked at Dudian: "Boy, what are you talking about? If they leave then they will lose their salary for two months."
Dudian didn't pay attention to him and turned away.
The four of them immediately followed him.
After a moment, Dudian and the four of them returned to the abandoned factory in the suburbs.
"Dean, what the hell is going on? Why are you wanted? Where have you been for the past three years? The wanted notice says that you are a criminal. What crime have you committed? Is it murder? I don't believe it. Even if I accidentally killed someone it wouldn't be a crime. "Barton asked in a worried tone as he arrived at the abandoned factory.
Dudian's eyes swept through the faces of the four. He saw a trace of worry on Barton's face. He looked at the others: "The wanted notice is right. I didn't commit a crime before but it's different now." He looked at the four: "Are you willing to do something big with me?"
The four of them looked at each other. Kroen whispered: "Is it about the previous matter?"
Dudian smiled and gently shook his head: "It's a bigger matter."
The four of them looked at each other and saw the hesitation on each other's faces. Barry had a complex look: "Dean, how about we stop? It's good to live an ordinary life like this. We are working every day. Although it's a bit hard, but we can get enough food and clothing."
Dudian looked at him but his expression didn't change. He looked at the other three: "What about you?"
Kroen was worried: "Although we want to help you but you are wanted now. Once you are exposed it will be over."
Barton didn't speak as he stared at Dudian. After Kroen finished he suddenly said: "Dean no matter what you want to do I will follow you. I told you that you gave me my life. Even if you ask me to rob I will do it!"
Dean looked at him, and there was a touch of smile on his face.
"Me too." Joseph gritted his teeth: "I said that I don't want to live a life where I don't know the next meal. Although we have found work in the factory but what do others think of us? I've had enough of contempt and disgust! "
Kroen and Barton were startled and silent.
Barton saw that both of them didn't say anything, so he angrily said: "Dean is now wanted. He is isolated and helpless. Are you going to watch helplessly as Dean is wanted?!"
Kroen slightly gritted his teeth: "I don't want to but what can we do with just the few of us? Do you think that Dean's wanted order will be revoked? "
Barton angrily said: "Even if you can't but now Dean needs help and you are retreating. How can you be worthy of Dean who brought you out of the orphanage?"
Both of them were speechless as their faces turned ugly.
Dudian looked at them: "You don't have any psychological burden. I told you that I brought you out to repay you for taking care of me. If you want to live a peaceful life then you can leave now. But I hope that you won't expose the things here."
Both of them bowed their heads as they heard Dudian's words. Kroen clenched his fists: "Damn! I'm going all out! Anyway I've had enough of those idiots laughing at me."
Barry suddenly prostrated on the ground: "Dean, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I can't do it. I already have someone I like. I just want to live a peaceful life. I hope you can forgive me. I promise that I won't say anything about this place."
Dudian's expression didn't change as he nodded: "Alright, I wish you happiness. Go."
Barry raised his hand to wipe his tears. He didn't dare to look at Barton and others. He turned away without looking back.
Dudian quietly looked at Barry's back. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes.
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