Chapter 1065

... the Secretary of beef sandwich is actually pretty good.

Not to mention how handsome, at least his eyes are clear, his skin is clean, and his short hair is neatly combed - the reason why she can see so clearly is that now this face is close to the desk, and her face is slightly flushed because she wants to say something she can't say.

"Well... I, I didn't know last time, so you don't like Mexican food." He glanced at Bohemia, immediately bowed his head and muttered, "it happened that my friend recommended a Japanese restaurant in the city, which was very popular. I finally got a seat... Well, if you don't make arrangements on Saturday night, why don't you go to eat..."

Bohemia blinked.

... for her, this is a new field.

What does this person mean? Poison the vegetables? No, what did he just say about the appointment... Is it an underground fist fight that needs to be booked? But there is no food for underground boxing. Red restaurant refers to blood? If you don't go in the morning or in the afternoon, you have to go in the evening. What's the plot?

Coincidentally, when Bohemia stared at the beef secretary and was full of ideas for fighting, the copy host spoke in time: "tell her to stuff Descartes into the safe while the beef Secretary didn't turn around. In its loud cry, Bohemia pressed it tightly with consciousness, and then" bang "closed the door.

As soon as the door of the safe was closed, the gap was immediately blurred; Descartes' essence didn't seem to be bound by the laws of space. The color patches came out of the cabinet in a chaotic way and asked her, "Why are you ignorant?"

"Don't follow me, I don't want to see you," Bohemia whispered unhappily, "don't force me to give you to the Puppeteer... My Lord."

"Really? Great -"

Before he finished speaking, Bohemia pushed it back to the ground with consciousness, reopened the cabinet door and stuffed it back. At this time, Descartes is trapped in the copy of the game like her, and there is no need to hang the consciousness on it all the time; After drawing back her consciousness, she stood up and saw that the beef secretary was still focused on the certificate on the wall, and shouted, "let's go."

Walking down the stairs to the first floor and passing the door of the conference room, she glanced at the half open door. The key had long been pulled out, and the inside was empty, revealing rows of tables and chairs.

Bohemia glanced at the conference room again, and her thoughts stirred up, but she didn't know what she wanted to ask.

From what Secretary beef said, sandy winters is very authoritative in managing prisoners. She is a loyal follower of the "ambulatory management" method. She often inspects the interior of the prison, the activity area or the special accommodation area. Almost every prisoner in custody knows and respects her - considering that her role is a young and beautiful girl, I'm afraid this miracle will only be staged in the game.

"Hey,"

When they stopped in front of a heavy iron door in the corridor, Bohemia suddenly remembered a detail that seemed to be out of tune with the description of the beef secretary. "Wenda, the one in overalls, advised me not to come in this afternoon. He worried that I was a young woman, and the prisoners might say something unpleasant when they saw me -"

"Cough," the beef Secretary didn't take it to heart at all. With a swipe of his hand, the iron door slowly opened in the dull sound. "Didn't you recruit him for a short time? Maybe he doesn't trust your ability."

It turned out that she did it by herself... Bohemia thought of several black hairs in his trouser pocket. He's not a serial killer. What's the matter with those hairs?

The prison guards seemed to like this young, beautiful and capable warden, and they kept saying hello to her all the way; One of the prison guards, with a particularly thick body and a long concave face, enthusiastically opened the second door with a key and led her and Secretary beef into the cell area.

"It's really unreasonable," the prison guard whose face looks like a crescent moon from the side, The voice complained dully: "Miss winters, you know, their riots and group fights are usually problems between prisoners. I don't know what's crazy today... Believe me, old corterose just raised his voice as usual and called them to separate. It's really the same as usual... The result is good, since those old guys started, everyone's eyes were red! Several spikes rushed up and shouted at us, and then others added After entering, they roared and shook the fence hard, and I couldn't even hear what the people next to me said... "

He was one of the prison guards present at the riot in the afternoon, The situation at that time was described in detail to Bohemia: "when we found someone lying on the ground with a pool of blood, I thought it was over at that time. This was adding fuel to the fire, and the situation must be out of control... But I didn't expect that after finding the dead, they all retreated quickly, and it took us almost nothing. By the way, Helsinki, who died, did you find out the cause of death?"

Bohemia looked serious: "no, still waiting for the result."

"I heard that the doctor seemed to have an accident?" The prison guard showed a curious look that did not match his physique. After being sent away, he had to stop asking. Several people stopped in front of a cell. Moon's face hit the iron railing hard with a baton and shouted inside, "snake skin, Miss winters is coming!"

Appeasing prisoners does not mean that she has to talk to people one by one. The leaders in the riot are the most important. As long as these people can be controlled, it is equivalent to controlling the factions of the prison; It is an effective way to grasp the key factors that can affect the overall situation, both inside and outside the prison.

The boss in front of me looks like a boss. He was about 40 years old. His prison clothes were bulging by the thick muscles on his shoulders, neck and arms. On his face with crisscross lines and a heavy look, one eyelid was half drooping and couldn't open because he was scratched. When he approached the railing, even the beef Secretary couldn't help shrinking and retreated half a step.

"Miss winters," he said in a low voice, "... You're a little late."

Why are you in a hurry to go somewhere else?

Bohemia knew that this sentence could not be said, so he had to cough: "I just went to deal with an urgent matter. This afternoon..."

Snake skin slightly invisible nodded. "It doesn't matter. The dead Helsinki is not in our way anyway. Don't worry that there are still people dissatisfied with making trouble, I'll watch." He raised his eyelid, which could be fully opened, and looked at the prison guard and Secretary: "however, you'd better pay attention. You won't be so lucky next time."

When he said this, he refocused on Bohemia. They stood face to face, like a duck standing in front of a hill.

"... you have to take care of the brothers on our side."

Although he didn't understand what it meant, Bohemia felt that he was indeed gifted. She didn't even finish saying a word, and this person like the leader obediently cooperated. It was really - huh?

Her eyes fixed.

The prison guard and the secretary were standing behind her, and there was only a railing between her and the snake skin. At this time, a hand of snake skin was resting on the railing and was caged by the shadow she cast; His hanging thumb and index finger were now in a circle, facing her, motionless.