Jiang Chijing turned off the surveillance almost subconsciously, not daring to look directly into Zheng Mingyi's eyes on the screen.
He slowed down for a while, and the numbness in his heart gradually dissipated. Before he could think about why Zheng Mingyi knew the location of the surveillance camera, he quickly got up and ran out from the front door of the library.
When the prison guard guarding the stairs saw Jiang Chijing's figure, he touched the baton on his waist with his right hand, and followed up, "What happened?"
Jiang Chijing ran to the entertainment room without looking back: "Go and have a look."
Zheng Mingyi called Jiang Chijing to the entertainment room in this way, Jiang Chijing could only think of one possibility—
He should have wanted to create the illusion of being violated, let Jiang Chijing witness all this, and then charge the princess with lewdness.
But this also has problems.
Even if the princess is locked up, she will only be locked up for a few days at most.
Zheng Mingyi's design of the princess in this way is to treat the symptoms rather than the root causes. Instead, he will intensify his annoyance with Xu Sheng and cause himself more trouble.
The distance from the front door of the library to the entertainment room was only a few dozen meters, which was not enough for Jiang Chijing to think more calmly and deeply.
He expected that when he opened the door of the entertainment room, Zheng Mingyi would look like a victim, but the result was very different from his expectations. His scolding had reached his lips, but he saw the princess standing two meters away from Zheng Mingyi. The place, looked at Zheng Mingyi up and down with a look of disgust.
Jiang Chijing was a little confused about the situation for a while, and the prepared rebuke got stuck in his mouth, and finally turned into a non-painful sentence: "What are you doing?"
The princess rolled her eyes when she saw Jiang Chijing and another prison guard, then looked at Jiang Chijing with a complicated expression, and left the entertainment room over him.
"What's the matter?" asked the prison guard who came over.
"It seems to be all right, I thought there would be a problem." Jiang Chijing was still in a foggy state, but he still didn't forget to settle the matter that he came here, "Please help me look at the library, I told 1017 a few words."
The prison guard was stationed on the second floor on a daily basis. Knowing that Jiang Chijing and Zheng Mingyi were familiar with each other, he did not ask any further questions, and left the door of the entertainment room with an OK gesture.
There were only Jiang Chijing and Zheng Mingyi left in the small space. Jiang Chijing breathed a sigh of relief for a while, but immediately frowned and asked Zheng Mingyi, "What's the matter with you and the princess?"
"It's done." Zheng Mingyi said with a relaxed expression.
Jiang Chijing clearly remembered that before he turned off the surveillance screen, the princess was still squatting in front of Zheng Mingyi and wanted to talk to him. How could the princess' attitude change so much in just one minute
"How did you let him give up?" Jiang Chijing asked strangely.
"I said I was the one below."
Jiang Chijing: "???"
The air in the entertainment room condensed instantly, Jiang Chijing's expression froze on his face, and he looked at Zheng Mingyi in disbelief.
His brain was racing, and he finally thought of another possibility for Zheng Mingyi to call the princess to the entertainment room.
Whether it is catering to the princess or rejecting the princess, Xu Sheng will cause trouble, so the best solution is to let the princess lose interest.
There's nothing more frustrating than bumping horns, and if there is, it's only finding bumping horns on the way.
Zheng Mingyi deliberately called the princess to the entertainment room. The private space made the princess very excited. Zheng Mingyi saw the opportunity and said that he was the one below, and poured a basin of ice water on the princess' head.
In the prison, there are not a few strong men like Zheng Mingyi, and it is difficult to distinguish the model from the appearance.
Not to mention the princess, Jiang Chijing felt inexplicably disappointed when he heard Zheng Mingyi say that he was the one below.
As for why Zheng Mingyi called Jiang Chijing over, it's very likely that he couldn't figure out the princess' temperament.
Once you've completely dropped your head on a person, it's hard to turn your head back on.
It seemed that Jiang Chijing was not needed at all, and the princess had already lost interest in Zheng Mingyi.
Jiang Chijing pursed his lips with difficulty, a sentence stuck in his throat, he didn't know whether to ask or not. Logically speaking, whether Zheng Mingyi is the one below or not, it has nothing to do with him, he shouldn't be so curious.
And compared to this, there are obviously more important things for him to figure out.
"How do you know," Jiang Chijing suppressed the surging waves in his heart for a while, and said slowly, "What about the surveillance cameras?"
"Did you say this?" Zheng Mingyi walked to the front of the cabinet and looked up at the newspapers piled up on the top of the cabinet, "Obviously."
The entire entertainment room was empty, with only two rows of cabinets placed side by side in the corner. If there is an unknown surveillance device in this room, it must be hidden around the row of cabinets.
The row cabinets are light green tin cabinets, which used to store mops and other sundries, but now store prisoners' snacks and playing cards.
There are three hollow slits above the door of the row cabinet, and a pinhole camera can be installed behind it, but this cabinet is often opened by prisoners, so it is unlikely to be installed there.
"The most inconspicuous part of the entire cabinet is only the top of the cabinet." Zheng Mingyi said, "As long as the scope is determined, the location of the camera can be quickly found."
Jiang Chijing turned his head, looked out the window and exhaled, and said unwillingly: "So you have seen through the old nine that time?"
"No, just guessing." Zheng Mingyi said.
"Then?" Jiang Chijing looked at Zheng Mingyi puzzled. Didn't Zheng Mingyi bring the princess to the library before he had a plan in mind, as he had just analyzed
"Tell you a secret, Officer Jiang." Zheng Mingyi lightly raised the corners of his lips, "The software icons are hidden and can still be found."
Jiang Chijing: "..."
Okay, it's just completely exposed.
Jiang Chijing twitched the corners of his mouth tiredly. In this way, he didn't hide the two things he wanted to hide. One was that he was Zheng Mingyi's neighbor, and the other was that he installed surveillance cameras in the entertainment room.
But fortunately, his voyeurism has not been exposed, Zheng Mingyi should not know that he was peeping at his every move as early as half a year ago.
"That's to monitor prisoners." Jiang Chijing raised his chin and gestured to the camera on the top of the cabinet, "There is no surveillance here, I'm afraid something will happen."
"Officer Jiang is really thoughtful." Zheng Mingyi nodded approvingly. For some reason, Jiang Chijing always felt that he had reservations.
Jiang Chijing didn't like this feeling very much. He was exposed in front of Zheng Mingyi one after another, as if his clothes had been cleaned one by one, leaving only a pair of bottoms. He couldn't see through at all.
It's not fair.
Jiang Chijing looked at Zheng Mingyi and asked quietly, "Are you really the one below?"
Zheng Mingyi didn't answer and asked, "Officer Jiang, do you care about this issue?"
Jiang Chijing did care a little, but he also knew that he had no position to care about this issue. He turned around lacking interest and walked towards the door of the entertainment room: "It has nothing to do with me."
"Officer Jiang." Zheng Mingyi stopped Jiang Chijing, "Let me tell you another secret."
What secret? Jiang Chijing stopped subconsciously and pricked up his ears to listen to the movement behind him.
The word "secret" can always make people think about it, and think of the topic between the two. Jiang Chijing's thinking began to diverge uncontrollably. Could it be that Zheng Mingyi has some physical disease and can't do the above
Jiang Chijing was distracted by his physical illness, but he didn't notice that Zheng Mingyi had walked behind him.
Zheng Mingyi wrapped his arms around Jiang Chijing's shoulders, took him into his arms, then buried his head in his ear and said, "If Officer Jiang is curious, you can come and try it yourself."
After saying this, Zheng Mingyi lowered his voice again: "There is no one else here now."
Jiang Chijing bumped into Zheng Mingyi's chest without warning, and subconsciously clasped the forearm resting on his chest with both hands.
In the past, when Zheng Mingyi was boxing, Jiang Chijing used to pull the telescope closer to observe the bulging blue veins on Zheng Mingyi's forearm, because he thought it was very sexy.
Now this forearm is in Jiang Chijing's hand, and his palm can feel the heat of his skin, and he can even touch the lines of blue veins.
His heart trembled uncontrollably, but he didn't have time to digest it, because he understood the hints in Zheng Mingyi's words.
Although he hated himself like this very much, yellow scraps appeared uncontrollably in his mind.
Zheng Mingyi's breath sprayed behind his ears was wrapped in thick male hormones, which penetrated into his skin like a catalyst, making his blood boil.
Obviously, Zheng Mingyi didn't do too much. He just wrapped his shoulders and talked in his ear. His whole body seemed to be drained, and it became difficult to even stand.
Is it really because of voyeurism
For the voyeur, the intimate contact with the voyeur is simply irresistible.
Jiang Chijing believed that he was quite accurate in seeing people. How could there be zero people who he peeped at for more than half a year? He could be 100% sure that the man behind him at this moment with his shoulders around him was a savage one.
The imagination in Jiang Chijing's mind was out of control, and countless exciting pictures appeared in front of his eyes.
He thought of the last time he accidentally straddled Zheng Mingyi's lap. It was the first time the two of them had intimate contact. Before, he had asked Zheng Mingyi to close his lap countless times, but Zheng Mingyi would not listen. After sitting up accidentally, Zheng Mingyi automatically closed his legs and supported his buttocks with the part near the knees.
He could feel Zheng Mingyi's thighs being firm and strong, and the arms on his lower waist seemed to clasp his waist at any time.
The thinking drifted farther and farther, like a wild horse running away, reason screamed humbly in a small corner, until Zheng Mingyi behind him spoke again, Jiang Chijing's thoughts suddenly returned to reality.
"Officer Jiang, what are you thinking, eh?"
Zheng Mingyi's "um" almost didn't touch Jiang Chijing's heart. His scattered eyes focused quickly, he pushed Zheng Mingyi away from behind him, and said angrily, "Are you crazy? I'm a prison guard."
This sentence sounds like a warning to Zheng Mingyi, but rather a warning to Jiang Chijing himself.
He didn't dare to look into Zheng Mingyi's eyes, he was obviously too angry, but his eyes were dodging everywhere, and his guilty conscience was clear at a glance.
"Officer Jiang." Zheng Mingyi suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, "You really can't help but tease."
Jiang Chijing also knew that something was wrong with him. Zheng Mingyi didn't do anything to him, he had already made up all kinds of indescribable pictures in his mind, and he didn't even know that he still had such a flammable attribute.
In order to cover up his guilty conscience, Jiang Chijing took off the baton from his waist, glared at Zheng Mingyi and said, "Will you try laughing again?"
Zheng Mingyi raised his hands and looked harmless: "Don't dare."
Having said that, there was still a smile in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Chijing.
Jiang Chijing suddenly realized a problem at this moment, he really couldn't fight Zheng Mingyi.
There are all kinds of prisoners in the southern prison, but Zheng Mingyi is like Jiang Chijing's natural enemy, trying to restrain him everywhere, making him unable to resist.
Jiang Chijing decided not to talk to Zheng Mingyi anymore, put away the baton, and left the entertainment room.
The air-conditioning in the official building was full, but Jiang Chijing couldn't help unbuttoning the two buttons above his uniform, looking at the road outside the window scorched by the sun.
Damn, it's so hot.