Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1058: Prison Storm (3)

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Within five seconds of the two prosecutors sitting down, Bohemia gave them each a nickname in her mind. Among them, the older gray-haired man with a solemn face was secretly called "old leather shoes" by her because of the deep wrinkles on his forehead; the other was younger, although he had also made He has a serious look on his face, but it always makes people think that he is trying his best to hide his inexperience, so he is nicknamed "little virgin".

"...We have reason to suspect that someone in this prison is secretly communicating with the outside world."

"Old Leather Shoes" looked at Bohemia, his eyebrows furrowed tightly. "Although all letters and phone calls will be examined, this communication is taking place in a form that we don't know...it may be orders issued from prison, such as destroying evidence and hunting down enemies. It is also possible that information entering the prison from the outside world in turn provides illegal services to detainees awaiting final judgment and helps them evade their crimes. You are young and inexperienced, so I thought this position was not suitable for you at the beginning; but now you are Warden, you should be able to provide us with some useful information, right?"

The attitude of this broken leather shoe is quite arrogant - even if Bohemia does not regard herself as the warden, she can't help but have a stern face. Before she opened her mouth, the Descartes spirit suddenly spoke in a low voice. It seemed to be completely fascinated by the NPC's speech, completely forgetting that it had just been pinched once: "...Hey, did you notice the content in the mini-game? , seems to be advancing the plot development of Prison Storm!"

... Of course I found it.

She cleared her throat and took a closer look at the two men in front of her. If there was anything wrong with these two people for her, it was that they were too relaxed - just sitting there normally, someone might stab them behind them at any time; there were obviously two hot dogs on the table. They didn't know how to quickly drink the rare water...

Eh?

When Bohemia was stunned for a moment, Descartes seemed to have sensed her question and wondered at the same time: "...who poured them water?"

When the female doctor left, there seemed to be no paper cups on the table - did they pour it themselves?

"Hey, Miss Winters!" Perhaps because Old Leather Shoes saw that she didn't respond for a while, he lowered his voice and shouted: "Did you hear what I said? Do you have any news that you can tell us?"

Of course not.

"I must investigate carefully..." she said vaguely, waving her hands towards the two of them: "Please, drink water, drink water."

The little virgin raised the cup and took a big sip - on the edge of his palm, two bright red scratch marks were deeply imprinted on the skin. Old Leather Shoes snorted and leaned back on the chair: "Let a young girl be in charge of the largest prison in the area... I knew it would be like this, and I can't help."

It’s definitely appropriate for your mother to take charge, Bohemia cursed secretly in her stomach.

The wounds on the little virgin's hands may be due to the victim's struggle, or he may just have a cat; and the old leather shoes look like they have never run through a red light in their lives - based on this little information, How is it possible to tell who a serial killer is?

"I didn't have much confidence in your investigation." Old Leather Shoes became more and more dissatisfied with her mute attitude, and his tone became stronger and tougher: "Please inform the people below that I request to cooperate with you. Prisoner No. 1759 is meeting for a meeting. You'd better go too. You can't do this job by being comfortable in this office."

Before Bohemia could react, the little virgin's face turned pale. She had just drank water, but she still couldn't help but lick her lips.

The previous one was a suspected cannibal. Who is this No. 1759?

Bohemia could no longer pretend to be stupid at this time, so she had to call the subordinate who delivered the sandwich just now and gave him the job of announcing the meeting; of course, in the eyes of the old leather shoes, it was undoubtedly confirmed She is a vase that can do nothing.

The meeting was scheduled for thirty minutes later. The two agents stared at her for a while, and finally got up and left because they wanted to smoke. Bohemia breathed a long sigh of relief and immediately collapsed on the table.

"Why are you relaxing?" Descartes floated on the table, as if looking down at her. "Have you forgotten what the host said? 'One of the people who walks into your office next is a serial killer'... After you go to prison, no one will come in. Anyway, everyone who comes in is for I'm looking for you to promote the plot. This means that you still have twenty minutes to meet the next killer candidate - if there is one."

"So what if you come in, I can't tell them apart anyway."

"Miss Winters?"

Just as she was mumbling, she heard someone suddenly call her at the door, and she was so shocked that she immediately sat upright - it was an ordinary-looking man with messy hair, wearing work clothes: "Who are you talking to? ?"

"I...I was talking to myself," Bohemia couldn't bear to ask him directly who he was, so she coughed: "Is something wrong?"

The man in overalls looked even more confused than she was: "It's not you-->>

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