Iron windows, glass, telephones;
No matter what Boss Zhou is busy with, Lawyer An has to find time to do what he has to do, even though now he has to split his business 80-20 with Zhou Ze, but this has not dampened his passion for work.
Let's be honest.
In this job, he earns favors, both underground and above ground. He gives 80% of the profits to Zhou Ze, which is also an investment of affection. As for the ghost money he gets in the middle and the improved quality of life as a result, in Lawyer An's view, they are just by-products.
actually,
He still doesn't understand.
Why did Mr. Zhou, who runs a bookstore,
You like money so much
Money, what's so good about it
Stinky,
How dirty.
The prisoner sat down and picked up the phone. His expression was a little gloomy.
visible,
He may have been living a little too comfortably in prison recently. Well, he was the one who was being comforted, like the dewdrops on the flower stamens in the early morning, tender and attractive.
"Help me get out!"
The first thing he said when he opened the door was to ask to be released from prison.
"Wait a little longer." Lawyer An refused bluntly.
"How about you move in here and live here? What do you think it would be like?" The prisoner was a little emotional. "I'm telling you, I can't hold it anymore. These guys bully me every day!"
"If you can't hold it in any longer, you can just kill as many people as you want in prison."
Lawyer An took out a pair of nail clippers and trimmed his nails.
"If you can't bear this, I'm sorry, but I can't let you go free, because that means you'll still cause trouble for me when you get out."
conversation,
Fell into silence.
Those who can come out of hell are rarely good people. How can those who are kind to others and don't want to fight with the world think of rioting and escaping
Therefore, a large part of Lawyer An's work energy is spent on "staying up all night".
Smooth out the edges of these people and let them understand the rules of the world of the living.
"How long will I stay?"
"Two months."
“Why is it extended?”
"Because today's conversation made me a little disappointed." Lawyer An shrugged.
"You, shameless!"
“Please, I only make money from the underworld, but if something goes wrong and an inspector suddenly comes up to check the situation, I might lose my life.
so,
Please,
Shut up,
Just enjoy your life in prison."
"That person contacted me." the other party said.
"Which person? Down there? Do you still have the ability to communicate with those down there from here?"
Lawyer An frowned. He was very unhappy with this situation. If the underground customers interfered with his arrangements, his "eagle-watching" plan would go astray.
"No, the one I told you about last time, the one who got his sentence commuted by writing a book in prison."
"Bang!"
Lawyer An slammed his hands on the glass, staring at the prisoner in front of him.
"Hey, pay attention!"
In the distance, the prison guard pointed in this direction and warned.
Lawyer An made an apologetic gesture and sat down again, but said gloomily: "I remember I warned you not to get close to that person."
"I didn't approach him. He was the one who approached me."
"What? He took the initiative to find you?"
"Yes, if he takes the initiative to find me, he will say that he needs to find a lawyer. He knows that I have a very good lawyer, so he hopes that I can introduce you to him."
Lawyer An's expression became uncertain. That person was looking for him
"He really said that?"
"Why would I lie to you? Also, you can go to the prison now and tell them that you want to be his lawyer. You should be able to arrange a meeting soon.
Because he is a model of reformation and a publicity sign in the prison, the prison will definitely give him this concession. Besides, he will be out in a year."
"I see."
Lawyer An nodded.
I hung up the phone.
The prisoner was taken back to the prison by the guards.
Lawyer An was slowly packing the briefcase in front of him.
After walking out and smoking a few cigarettes in the smoking area, Lawyer An took the initiative to contact the prison. After explaining his purpose, the prison indeed made it convenient for him.
certainly,
Lawyer An also received feedback that the other party's application for a lawyer was submitted yesterday.
About an hour later,
Still in that visiting room,
Lawyer An sat back down there.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the briefcase, and to be honest, he was a little nervous.
This customer was completely different from the ones he had met before. In the past, he was the one who went to find them, but this time, it was the customer who went to find him.
I really want to refuse, I really want to refuse, but curiosity kills the cat. Lawyer An really wants to know what the other party wants him to do!
The door was opened.
He walked in without even wearing handcuffs, and even the prison guard who escorted him in smiled at him.
Yes,
This kind of criminal,
In the eyes of the prison,
Just like a three-good student in the teacher's eyes,
Plus, he will be released in less than a year, which is really reassuring.
The other party sat down across the glass.
No words,
Lawyer An remained sitting with his legs crossed and did not speak, but his leg muscles were already a little stiff.
After a while,
Lawyer An grabbed his thigh with one hand and moved it down, then took a deep breath and picked up the microphone.
When the other party saw Lawyer An's action, he also picked up his microphone and put it to his ear.
“Gulp…”
Lawyer An swallowed.
"Hello."
"Hello."
After a simple and straightforward greeting, Lawyer An finally asked again:
"You... are looking for me?"
The other party nodded.
"What can I do for you?"
The other person shook his head.
"this… … "
Why the hell are you looking for me
"If I want you, don't do anything." The other party spoke.
"Don't do anything? Wait, or us?"
Lawyer An emphasized the word "they".
"Yes, you guys."
"May I ask, who else does this 'we' represent? My clients? Or the one in the underground?"
The other person shook his head.
"What does that mean?"
"Where do you live now?"
"I live in..."
Lawyer An understood.
"Don't do anything. In the near future, that's it."
"We haven't seemed to have done anything recently. You don't know how decadent the bookstore I live in is. The whole family is lazy and idle. All they have to do every day is do nothing."
“So tired.”
"What?"
"Talk to you."
"Are you tired of talking to me?"
The other party nodded.
“… …” Lawyer An.
"I don't really like talking. I prefer writing with a pen, writing stories."
"Yeah, I know that."
“I just finished writing an article recently, but it is difficult to publish it due to the limitation of the subject matter.
In China, literary creation involving the supernatural is strictly controlled. It is easy to be seen as promoting feudal superstition. Several magazines and newspapers that used to accept my manuscripts have chosen to reject them this time. "
"Then what?"
"Although I can't publish it outside, the prison still published it in its own internal journal. When you leave, you can ask for a copy from the reception desk. It's a very interesting short story."
"OK."
Then,
Silence again.
"Anything else?" Lawyer An asked.
The other person shook his head.
"Then I can go now?"
The other party nodded.
Lawyer An was speechless for a while, but he didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he smiled and said as if jokingly:
"It is said that you killed your wife and children..."
The other party raised his head suddenly.
Some doubts,
Some are empty,
Lawyer An stopped talking instantly.
silence,
Silence again.
The other party opened his mouth, then sighed and said, "That's my fault."
"Uh... I shouldn't have asked."
"So, curiosity kills the cat." The other person smiled and continued, "If you get hit by a car when you go out one day, don't complain."
"I'll be careful."
After saying that, Lawyer An stood up.
"Don't you want the reward?" the other party asked.
Lawyer An sat back down.
"Unfortunately, I have nothing to give you if you want it."
The other party seemed a little regretful.
Lawyer An immediately stood up and walked out with his briefcase.
The baby is angry.
You can't play tricks on me like this!
Walking out, Lawyer An planned to drive back early so that he could have a meal before returning to the bookstore and order the famous dish "Two Phoenixes Holding Pearls" to satisfy his craving.
When passing the sentry box in front,
Lawyer An seemed to have thought of something, walked over and knocked on the window.
"What's the matter?" the prison guard inside opened the window and asked.
"Comrade, do you have a journal here? The one from the prison."
"What do you want this for?" the other party asked curiously.
We are too lazy to read most of the journals and magazines in our own unit. If we didn't mind the pain of wiping our butts, we would probably just destroy them in the toilet.
"Oh, I have an article published here by a client. He asked me to take a copy back to his old mother to read. He has finally won an award for his essay in his life."
The prison guard searched the table, took out a very thin magazine and handed it to him.
The magazine is very thin. Of course, most magazines nowadays are not that thick if you remove the advertising pages.
No business would be so crazy as to sponsor an internal prison journal.
"Thank you."
Lawyer An thanked him and walked to the parking lot with the magazine.
The car was started and the air conditioner was turned on, but the car was very hot and stuffy under the sun. Lawyer An could only stand by and wait for the air conditioner to continue to run to cool down the temperature inside.
He lit a cigarette and smoked it.
Pick up the magazine.
The cover was printed crudely.
But the name of the magazine is very domineering:
“Ozark.”
"Tsk tsk." Lawyer An smacked his lips and flipped through the book casually. The guy's article was at the very end.
The title is "Untitled".
Lawyer An remembers that he had read many good novels in the first half of his life, the author of which was "Anonymous".
The story is not very long, and it seems that only the first part has been written, which seems to be intended to be serialized.
It tells the story of a good policeman who sacrificed himself to rescue the hostages.
After death, the soul returns for special reasons.
Resurrection,
Continue to fight criminals...
"It's so fucking old-fashioned. I've seen a lot of similar European and American movies."
Lawyer An felt a little bored after reading the story.
But slowly,
He seemed to have thought of something.
Stunned.