The Underworld Detective

Wang Dali has been with Lo Yu Yu for two days. All kinds of Xiu En Love are appalling to see. Everyone in the store plays Wang Dali with ‘Lori Control’, ‘Starting three years, Maximum death penalty’ and so on.

This store is also gradually getting on track, with steady income, running sales and everything is done by Wang Dali, I basically stayed in the store to take care of it, the store staff call me ‘Song Guo’.

After half a month of calm, Huang Xiaotao called me and said something had happened to the prison and the copycat had been killed last night.

I'm surprised. I have no idea why he died.

Huang Xiaotao drove over to pick me up, and we drove to Leopard Hill Prison and saw his body in the clinic inside the prison. The wound was small, stabbed under the ribs, and there was basically no blood on the body surface. I found the wound to be irregularly shaped and seemed to be a homemade tool.

Such things may frequently be seen in comedy, where prisoners grind their lattes into small knives, and in reality such things are very rare, even in comedy for the sake of good looks and exaggeration, real prisons are not so chaotic.

According to the prison guard, the copycat suddenly knelt under the barbed wire yesterday, and the prison guard thought he was sick. When he looked at his chest and clothes, he immediately sent him to the clinic for rescue, the rescue was ineffective, and he died that night...

There were a number of prisoners in the compound at that time, with sentries on top of them, and nothing suspicious was noticed throughout the air, not knowing who did it.

I silenced for a moment and said, "Bring the prisoner with him! ”

The guards brought the prisoners in turn. I questioned them one by one and looked at them. They all said there was nothing wrong over the past few days. When the last prisoner came in, I noticed his eyes flashing.

I asked the same question, and he answered like everyone else, but I noticed he was particularly nervous, and I sneered, “You're not telling the truth! ”

The prisoner panicked: “I'm telling the truth, this guy is usually weird, he always likes to learn from us, everyone is far away from him..."

I asked, "Did you usually bully him? ”

“Bullying him?” The prisoner couldn't help but laugh: “He bullied us more or less. When he first came in, the few of us were going to fix him up! I didn't expect this guy to be strong enough. He threw us down three or two times. Since then, the well water hasn't broken the river. We ignored him and he hasn't bothered us. ”

I suddenly asked, "Did anybody see him the night before the accident? ”

The prisoner didn't expect me to suddenly change the subject, shocked by a cold sweat, and replied with a thump: "No... no! ”

Huang Xiaotao shouted: “Tell me honestly, we can reduce your sentence! ”

The prisoner didn't believe it at all: "Don't lie to me, you're not a system. Why don't you just kiss your ass and go? ”

Huang Xiaotao said seriously: “There is still the power to reduce the sentence by six months. Don't worry, I will do it. ”

The prisoner looked around, as if there was someone beside him. Finally, he lowered his voice: “You must keep it a secret. I'm afraid to go out, I can't protect myself! ”

He said he couldn't sleep that night, he turned the other side of the bed, and suddenly he smelled a scent coming in from the outside. He looked up, and there was a man standing outside with a column of incense in his hand.

I interrupted him and asked, "Are you a prison guard or a prisoner? ”

He replied, "Prisoner, in a uniform like ours, I don't know how he got out. ”

I went on to ask, "What does it look like? ”

He shook his head: “It was dark. I couldn't see clearly. It was strong anyway. ”

He went on to say that the incense sucked into his nose and felt dizzy. He himself had been a fraud before, knowing that there was such an ecstasy on the river and lake. So he snuck his socks under him, took a piss, covered his face, and this didn't pass out.

Others inhaled the incense, all sleeping dead and sunken.

He jumped in his heart, thinking that the guy wanted to hurt everyone, and the other guy pulled out a little tube, punched a blow, a needle stuck to the imitator's neck, and the imitator woke up.

The man outside shouted his name softly - "Yiqian, come here, I want to talk to you! ”

The copycat slowly walked over, hiding in his quilt and listening poorly. The conversation between the two probably meant that the imitator was asked to join an organization, saying that the organization saw his abilities, and if he agreed, he could get him out of there at the latest in a month.

The copycat refused, and the person laughed: “You can reconsider. My ultimatum is tomorrow afternoon, if you promise to pull the top button off your clothes, otherwise..."

He didn't hear what was going on, and then he left.

Since he doesn't talk to copycats, he doesn't dare to ask, and says that he is a prisoner, naturally there is less to do than try to ignore others' affairs.

The copycat had never removed his buttons and had been killed the next afternoon when the air was out.

I asked, "Did they say anything about the organization? ”

The prisoner shook his head: "No, he just said the organization was very powerful! Having been able to get him out, one prisoner had been taken away from him in the previous few months, and he was said to have done a big job outside. ”

As soon as I understood it, the late night visitor was the one with the handicapped knife in Jiangbei, and it seemed that they had put their eyes in the prison, and the criminals with great abilities would find a way to pull together and kill them if they refused.

Huang Xiaotao told him to go back first. When he left, the prisoner repeatedly warned us about the commutation of his sentence and told us not to gossip.

Huang Xiaotao sighed in his breath: “Tissue is so impenetrable, it's horrible! ”

I have no special feelings for the imitator, but in my heart, I never put him on the wrong side. He is an evil man, as if he were a ghost walking in the world.

I truly regret his death at the hands of Jiangbei's crippled knife, and I am glad that he has not become an enemy.

Huang Xiaotao bites his teeth: “Now gather up all the prisoners, and we'll get that guy out! ”

I refused: "No, there are thousands of prisoners here, and I'm sure that more than one person has been placed here by the organization, and I'm sure we'll get their attention if we take action. ”

Huang Xiaotao asked: “Let it go? ”

I said, "If we encounter prisoners with special abilities in the future, we must keep them in solitary confinement without contact with anyone. ”

Huang Xiaotao sighed: “I now have a deep sense of powerlessness. Every time the organization makes a move, we don't even know the full story. ”

And I said, "Don't be paranoid. Didn't we smash their plots a few times? ”

Huang Xiaotao pointed to my chest, the part where the knife stabbed me last time, and laughed: “It's just a little too expensive! ”