Delisle touched his butt when he got out of the car. He suspected that his butt had been cracked by the bump. He had never seen a road in such poor condition. In addition to the continuous potholes, the road was full of large and small stones. The police car may be very sturdy, but the comfort may not be satisfactory enough. The car that is about to fly makes Delisle feel that he is walking on a road leading to hell. When he looked at Prondo, Prondo just smiled and didn't say much.
They were walking on a path that was farther, bumpier, and more difficult to walk. The purpose of this was to make Delisle feel uncomfortable. When people feel uncomfortable, the first thing they think of is their home. No matter how dilapidated it is, the meaning given to it is completely different. Comfort, warmth, and full of warmth seem to be people's definition of home. After a rough comparison, Delisle probably thought of leaving immediately after seeing the three guys who were beaten beyond recognition.
The warden was a fat man just like Delisle imagined, with a slender belly and a bald head. The greasy skin on his face made him feel a little nauseous. In particular, the nose hairs in the warden's nostrils can be clearly seen, and one even sticks out from the nostrils, rising and falling as he breathes and speaks. Jean Delisle had the urge to trim his nose hair with scissors. He was an elegant person who liked cleanliness and artistic flair.
The warden is a very kind man and speaks very politely. He is not at all as unreasonable as Prondeau described before. There is even such a thing as coffee in his office. Delisle also thought that the warden was nothing more than an alcoholic, for which he had to apologize to the warden—in his heart.
The waiting time was long. The warden told Prondeau and Delisle that the three prisoners from Cord had not been escorted yet. Listening to the vulgar and obscene jokes between Prondo and the warden, Delisle felt like he was going crazy. How could these men be so shameless as to use human organs to tell jokes? Don't they have any sense of shame
Just when Delisle couldn't bear it anymore, the hour hand of the wall clock pointed to twelve o'clock, and someone finally came to report the work. Cord and his friend were going through the jailing process. Delisle breathed a sigh of relief, he could finally fulfill his "program".
Before he came, Dulin told him that no matter who he saw who might be Cord, it was definitely not Cord, because Cord was in his hand and had been in close contact with the soil. He must bite to death that the three people he saw were impersonated, and feed the news back to Mrs. Vivian. For this Dulin will pay him a thousand yuan and promise not to beat him again in the next month.
Similarly, if he cannot do it, he will lose a thousand yuan in benefits and will also have a cordial and friendly interview with Dulin every weekend in the next month. Whether it was for the benefit of a thousand yuan or to avoid being beaten, Delisle decided that even if the three people he saw were the same three people who robbed him of his money and beat him, he would lie with his eyes open and bite him to death. Not these three.
It's just that he ignored one thing. Dulin meant that he told Mrs. Vivian that the person he met was not the person he wanted to find, instead of letting him say it right here.
When he saw three guys who had difficulty even standing supporting each other and walking past him, he didn't feel any excitement, only fear, trembling, and coldness from the depths of his soul! At the same time, he realized at this time that what he said to Mrs. Vivian would definitely affect not only Godol alone, but also Prondeau, the chief of the regional police, and would even implicate Dian. Warden.
But he had to do it, even though he knew the consequences of doing so.
"They are not the ones who robbed me, absolutely not!" When Delisle said this, his voice was cold and "aloof", like an independent little flower standing proudly in the cold wind.
Prondo and the warden looked at each other and were silent for a while. Let them look at it for themselves. There is nothing similar to "human" on the faces of those three guys. They can't even be said to look like humans. How did this sissy distinguish these three people? Not the three people he was looking for
A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the warden. As an independent king in the prison, it can be said that as long as you enter the prison, your life does not belong to you, but to him. He doesn't even need to say that he wants to kill Delisle. He just needs to give a signal with his eyes, and the people below will let a prisoner break free due to "mistakes" in his work, hold Delisle hostage, and finally be unable to satisfy himself. After the request was made, he decided to "die with the hostages".
Prondo immediately rejected the warden's idea in a moment of emotion. Delisle was an inconspicuous flea, but behind this flea, there was a lioness. All they need to do to crush fleas is to press them with their fingers, just like the lioness pressing her fingers to them. Killing Delisle is not a difficult task. Prondo himself has many ways to make Delisle die from various "accidents". But the problem is that Delisle came here because of the attention of Mrs. Vivian. If anything happens before he goes back to see Mrs. Vivian, Prondeau will bear the main responsibility.
He didn't want to harm himself because of the warden's impulsiveness, so he didn't agree with this choice.
"Maybe you saw it wrong." Prondeau took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Then he subconsciously held the cigarette in his mouth and raised it slightly. This was a very polite and gentlemanly move. , he was seeking Delisle’s opinion. Delisle shrugged, and when he took out a pack of cigarettes from the handbag he was carrying, Prondeau leaned over and said, "Look, they were beaten like this. It's normal to admit someone by mistake. You see Does that guy have three moles on his face?" Prondeau lit his lighter, lit a cigarette for Delisle, and raised his chin.
Delisle looked in the direction he pointed, and there was indeed a guy with three moles on his cheek, but he knew very well that these three people were not the three people he was looking for.
Seeing Delisle's silence, Prondo tilted his head, and the two of them walked aside.
"What exactly do you want from me?"
If you haven't realized that there is a problem, Plando, the police chief, has done your job for nothing!
I drank too much tonight, so I went to bed first
(End of chapter)