The professional report issued by the psychiatrist was fed back to the prison in the afternoon of the next day. At this time, Zheng Mingyi had been locked up for 24 hours and was released from the confinement room.
Luo Hai still thinks that the report underestimates the danger level of Zheng Mingyi, but professional people do professional things, and he also knows that his thoughts are not very important, so at most he came to the library to chat with Jiang Chijing.
Seeing that the prisoners who released the wind were coming, Luo Hai did not stay any longer and returned to the infirmary opposite.
Jiang Chijing picked up the newly delivered weekly newspaper, flipped to the interesting column in a boring way, and found that the puzzle in this week's column was Sudoku.
Sudoku is a small game for evaluating mathematics and logic. It is necessary to fill in the remaining numbers in the nine-square grid to ensure that the numbers in each row, column, and thick line grid contain 1-9, and cannot be repeated.
Jiang Chijing has done a lot of independence before, but today this one is obviously too difficult. When it is halfway through, the elimination method can no longer be used, and all the possibilities must be tried one by one.
Originally, the lunch break was not suitable for excessive use of the brain, so Jiang Chijing simply put the newspaper aside and picked up the A4 report that Luo Hai did not take away.
The report states that Zheng Mingyi is an ISTJ (introverted, real-sensing, thinking, judging) personality, and his overall tendency is as high as 90%. He is rational, calm, not irritable and irritable, not aggressive, not violent, but it does not rule out that when threatened, there will be extreme extreme actions.
The results of such a report will not have any impact on Zheng Mingyi's treatment in prison. He will still be assigned to the No. 2 or No. 1 dormitory building according to his performance after the adaptation period ends.
Judging from the current performance, he did not take the initiative to provoke or cause trouble, and he was more cooperative with the management of the prison guards. If there were no accidents, he should be assigned to the No. 2 prison building.
Thinking of this, someone suddenly handed a book in front of Jiang Chijing.
Some prisoners would borrow books back to their cells to read, and after reading them, they would bring them back during their free time.
Jiang Chijing took the book as usual, and found that the title was "Strawberry Planting Technique". If he remembered correctly, this book should not have been lent by prisoners.
He subconsciously raised his head and glanced at it, only to meet Zheng Mingyi's gaze.
"You want to borrow a book?" Jiang Chijing raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I thought you couldn't read."
People with dyslexia actually read books. Isn't that masochistic
"No loan." Zheng Mingyi said, "I'll watch it right here."
"Just watching here, you don't need to report to me."
"But I need you to read to me."
The air in the office area instantly fell silent. Zheng Mingyi's tone was so natural that Jiang Chijing doubted for a moment whether he had missed any details that prevented him from understanding Zheng Mingyi's logic.
"What did you say?"
Jiang Chijing asked politely, but the expression on his face already expressed his inner thoughts: Excuseme
"I need you to read to me." Zheng Mingyi repeated, "I can listen to books on my mobile phone outside the prison, but not here."
Jiang Chijing said patiently: "So this is a prison, not a place where you can do whatever you want."
"Isn't the prison advocating learning and reforming?" Zheng Mingyi looked at Jiang Chijing motionlessly, "I want to learn strawberry planting skills now, and I think the prison should provide me with support."
The truth is that, in any prison, prisoners are eager to reform themselves positively.
But the problem is that Jiang Chijing doesn't want to find trouble for himself.
"You can apply to the warden, and if he agrees to your request, then I can read it to you."
Jiang Chijing understands the temperament of the warden. This middle-aged man who is nearing retirement believes in the code of conduct that more things are worse than less things. He is very good at and muddy mud. As long as it is not a last resort, he will choose to maintain the status quo instead of doing it. Change.
If he agrees to give Zheng Mingyi special treatment, it may cause a lot of trouble. For example, other prisoners will find reasons to ask for special treatment, and for example, prisoners who are displeased with Zheng Mingyi will protest against it.
In short, no matter how he looked at it, Jiang Chijing didn't think the warden would agree to Zheng Mingyi's request.
Zheng Mingyi slowly put back the book in his hand, and lowered his eyes thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.
At this time, his eyes fell on the weekly newspaper on the side. He looked at the numbers written in pencil on it and asked, "Are you doing Sudoku?"
There is nothing to hide, but this Sudoku Jiang Chijing hasn't solved it yet, and he naturally doesn't want to expose it.
He turned the newspaper over and said lightly, "It has nothing to do with you."
Zheng Mingyi took his eyes off the newspaper, looked at Jiang Chijing and said, "That place is 5."
"What?" Jiang Chijing failed to keep up with Zheng Mingyi's jumping thinking again.
"You're stuck there," Zheng Mingyi said, "the correct answer is 5."
Jiang Chijing didn't discuss Sudoku's thoughts with Zheng Mingyi, he frowned slightly: "Do you have anything else?"
Zheng Mingyi put the "Strawberry Planting Technique" back on the shelf, and then left the library.
Jiang Chijing always thought about this. He opened the newspaper again and filled in the number 5 where he was stuck. Next, this difficult Sudoku was like a city that was breached, and was won by Jiang Chijing one after another. position.
So that place is indeed 5.
What kind of abnormal ability is this, that can solve Sudoku just by looking at it
A strange thought suddenly popped into Jiang Chijing's mind. Since Zheng Mingyi has such strong logical computing ability, why didn't he expect that he would be caught for a crime
Or is it really just like Guan Wei's analysis, he just hid in prison for personal safety
The more Jiang Chijing thought about it, the more irritable he became, and he simply stopped thinking about it, but when he regained his senses, the web pages opened on the computer screen were all news related to Zheng Mingyi.
Zheng Mingyi was the top manager of Hengxiang's short-selling agency before, and once led a very famous short-selling case.
At that time, the market sentiment was all bullish on a certain industry. However, Zheng Mingyi believed that the stock price of this industry was inflated and it was only a matter of time before it collapsed. Therefore, he invested a huge amount of money and sold the stocks of this industry at a high price, only to wait for the final price collapse.
All peers and clients thought that Zheng Mingyi was mentally ill, but soon after, the stock price of this industry collapsed overnight, and most people in the stock market went bankrupt, but Zheng Mingyi made money from it, and Hengxiang Institution also This battle played a name.
After reading these reports, the image of a social elite resurfaced in Jiang Chijing's mind.
Indeed, compared with prison uniforms, Zheng Mingyi looks better in suits.
… wait, the focus is off.
Jiang Chijing clicked on another search page, intending to look at the situation of Hengxiang Institution, but when he pressed the Enter key, no relevant link popped up on the page, but a cartoon appeared on it that read "I am a capitalist, I eat human blood steamed buns".
In the lower right corner of the comic, there is a pattern of a small light bulb.
Jiang Chijing twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly, thinking how long ago this stinky boy had been out, and wanted to come in again.
There was a noticeable sound at the door of the library. Jiang Chijing followed the sound and saw that Luo Hai was calling him in a low voice.
He glanced at the prisoners in the library. Everyone was reading quietly. He got up and walked to the corridor outside and asked Luo Hai, "Did you see that too?"
"I'm going to be pissed off." Luo Hai took a deep breath, his eyebrows knitted together, "I asked him to take a good college entrance examination, and he gave me the Negro's website."
Luo Hai called him Yu Guang, a 19-year-old child who just went out a while ago.
This child always felt that what he was doing was doing justice, and he would not listen no matter how others persuaded him, but Jiang Chijing called his justice for a fool.
"Do you still have contact with him after he goes out?" Jiang Chijing asked.
"Of course." Luo Hai said with a headache, "Who else cares about him besides me?"
Jiang Chijing couldn't help but feel amused: "He doesn't listen to your words."
"So this time I must discipline him well."
As soon as Luo Hai finished speaking, Jiang Chijing suddenly remembered the voice of the warden's secretary on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder: "Is Officer Jiang here? Come to the warden's office."
"The warden has something to do with you?" Luo Hai asked in surprise.
Jiang Chijing's work is very leisurely, and under normal circumstances, the warden will not find him with anything urgent. But when he recalled what he said to Zheng Mingyi just now, he had a bad feeling in his heart.
He turned his head, replied "Received" to the walkie-talkie, and then said to Luo Hai, "I'll go up and have a look."
Pushing open the door of the warden's office, Jiang Chijing really saw Zheng Mingyi's figure, and unfortunately, Zheng Mingyi was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the office.
Ordinary prisoners are called to the warden's office, they will not be treated so well, and they are all standing aside.
Jiang Chijing's unpleasantness gradually expanded, but he still believed in his judgment of the warden. The warden was a person who was afraid of trouble and would not agree to Zheng Mingyi's request.
"Xiaojiang, it's a good thing that No. 1017 wants to learn strawberry planting techniques."
"… Yes."
Well, maybe he was wrong, and that's up to him.
"He has dyslexia. I heard that you helped him with a psychological test. Then it's up to you to help him read books."
"Prisoner, this is not very good." Jiang Chijing said sincerely, "He can only read from 12:00 to 2:00 every day. During this time, I have to stay in the library. Is it possible that in front of other prisoners? Do you read to him?"
"You don't have to worry about the time, you can adjust it." The warden said, "Except for the noon, and the morning education in the morning, he will also be responsible for you alone."
"... What?" Jiang Chijing tried his best to suppress the disbelief in his tone.
"As for the content of the morning education, ahem," the warden said, clearing his throat, "you should read him more economic news."
When the warden said this, Jiang Chijing finally remembered that he had missed a certain key.
- The warden is an old shareholder.
Looking at the entire southern prison, no one is more knowledgeable about stocks than Zheng Mingyi.
Jiang Chijing maintained a polite smile, gritted his teeth and said, "Warden, are you going too far?"
"Effective use of resources." The warden took a sip of tea while looking away, "You can also learn to trade stocks, Xiaojiang."
It seems that the warden wants to save a little more than he is afraid of trouble.
Jiang Chijing glanced at Zheng Mingyi, who was sitting opposite, and saw that he tilted his head slightly, and raised the corners of his lips very lightly.