Because of group violence, resulting in seven deaths and 25 injuries, the fifth district of Rex Island Prison entered a state of martial law. After a large-scale search of prohibited items, the warden ordered all the prisoners to be locked in their respective cells, no air, bathing, no food, and only a very small amount of drinking water for 72 hours to show punishment.
The days of enduring hunger and starvation are very difficult. From the beginning, the prisoners scolded and kept silent to save their saliva. They secretly exchanged expensive inmates for a little bit of food from the inmates who had hidden goods.
In comparison, the treatment of injured prisoners in the infirmary is better. Although the medical staff are understaffed and slack, they can at least have enough food. Eight severely injured patients were stayed in the guardianship area for treatment, and the remaining dozens of mildly injured patients were escorted back to the cell by prison guards after the wounds were treated and medication was prescribed.
Prison doctor Famo is dealing with a sharp wound on the side of the ribs. It stretches from the left abdomen through the waist to the back. It is long and bloody and looks quite serious, but it is actually just a shallow skin trauma without even stitches. , Just wrap it up with anti-inflammatory gauze and bandages. Famo scribbled the wound, and was about to turn his head to say to the guard, "This can be sent back", and suddenly he was stuffed with a pile of crumpled banknotes in his palm.
"Please, let me take a rest in the infirmary for a day. I can't even eat a bite of food when I go back." He said in a low voice, his black hair and wet eyes full of pleading, his face became more gentle due to blood loss, "Is that okay, yours" There will be an extra 500 yuan on the account before this weekend."
Famo glanced at the denomination of the banknote, and flicked it into his coat pocket calmly, and said to the guard: "This injury is serious and needs to be treated."
Daqing cast a grateful look at him, and lay back on the hospital bed weakly.
After dinner, Farmer came routinely to examine the seriously injured. When he walked to the bedside of the killing, he leaned over to the other person's ear and said, "Boy, do you know what happened to the doctor in prison?"
"Of course, you are angels in white clothes. Who would be so stupid to offend the angels?" Qing Qing replied with a smile, "It will definitely be credited before the weekend. Also, if I say that it will be credited every month, can we talk in detail? Something? But this is not a good place to talk, right."
Famo thought for a few seconds, and quickly made a decision-the prison guards cast their nets and fish more, and some have the opportunity to make extra money, but the prison doctors are not so lucrative. This is a good opportunity. "He needs to go inside to do an allergy skin test," he said to the guard on duty, and while one of the guards was lazily planning to accompany him, he added: "It's okay, I can do it myself."
The guard, wishing to be free, took the opportunity to walk up the aisle to smoke.
Famo walked into the room with his eyes closed, locked the door behind him, and just spit out the word "you" when he was chopped on the side of his neck by a hand knife, and he fainted instantly.
"Sorry doctor, although you are an angel, I am not a Christian." The assailant said insincerely, bent over to search for a cell phone from his white coat and dialed a number.
"Blue Star Tarantula, my old friend, how is business recently?"
"It's okay. I heard that you were spending a long vacation on Rex Island, I thought you were going to cultivate your body." A cold young man's voice came from the other side. The voice is very clear, but there is less emotional fluctuation than ordinary people, and it seems to have been processed by some kind of technology.
"Believe me, this is not a place for'cultivating one's body and self-cultivation'. Time is limited, so I don't want to chat, help me find someone," he turned over the doctor's badge, "Michelle Farmer, fifth district Doctor, I need some ulterior handles from him."
"Simple, everyone has a handle. How big is it?"
"Can force him to secretly modify the prison medical file and transfer me to the size of a mental ward."
The other party laughed: "That's not a big deal. I believe that based on what you did to make this call, he would be happy to tie you to the restraint bed."
"I think so."
While talking, the top hacker code-named "Blue Star Tarantula" had obtained all the information and told it in a brief and concise manner.
"Thanks, can you pay for it on credit, and then pay after my vacation?"
"No money this time, you can exchange it with a suggestion-I know that you are a master at playing with people's hearts."
"'Playing' is not a complimentary word. You can say'insight' or'use'. If it is a suggestion in this regard, you can ask."
"How can I make a..." The hacker hesitated rarely, "A person who loves the new and dislikes the old by nature learns to be devoted?"
He smiled silently: "Nature? My dear, this is not easy to change. I can only say, either let the'old man' be a wonderful baby who refreshes every day; or let him never have the opportunity to contact the'new man'. "
"I'll consider it." The other party finished speaking and ended the call.
The gray-haired middle-aged man lay face down, his hands stiff on the edge of the table, a pool of blood soaked through the pages of the case and the face pressed against the table, and then dripped viscously from the curved wrist. , Like a red snake that seems to be broken.
Leo walked to the desk and checked the man's bloody neck. The trachea, esophagus, and carotid artery were severed by a sharp blade, and there was no extra flap at the fracture, which was obviously a fatal one. The killer was skillful and simple. He stretched out his hand and touched the body, his body temperature still existed, and the god of death had just harvested his life.
A few hours ago, Rob called and found the address of the informant from his old classmate as expected. The black-haired detective immediately flew to San Francisco and entered this old apartment on the outskirts of the city according to the picture, and finally saw this scene in the empty study.
Someone took the lead, killing people before he came to verify.
There was dead silence in the room, but Leo could feel that the man was still in the house, looking at him with murderous eyes.
"—I know you are here." Leo looked around and raised his voice. "I know you followed me all the way, from Orange to San Francisco. Because the things I'm investigating touched your nerves. Do you have a certain sense of threat? But frankly speaking, I am not against you. On the contrary, we can sit down and talk. If I can exchange some of your intelligence with something I have, I think we are each other Think about it,'Arctic Fox'."
There was no movement around, he seemed to be speaking into the air.
The door opened quietly inward, and the old door shaft made a groaning sound. Leo looked at the door and reflexively reached out and reached under his ribs. Before he touched the holster with his fingers, he felt a cold trajectory aiming at the back of his head, and a voice distorted by the voice changer came from behind: "Raise your hand, agent, don't do any unnecessary movements, you and I are both professional."
Leo slowly raised his hands. "Let's talk, can we?"
"We have nothing to talk about." The other party said coldly.
"Don't be so vigilant. I don't have any malice. Your case is not under the control of the FBI—if there is a case. But I suspect that there are so many more harmful cases that Interpol has to work on, as long as you don’t do it. It's as extraordinary as the "God Armed Forces", at best it is a filing."
"That kind of rubbish." The other party snorted disdainfully.
"Of course, they can't be compared with you. I know that the'Arctic Fox' has always been secretive and hidden, with few people but unpredictable strength. If it weren't for the thing two years ago, you might still be active on the international stage. Come on." Leo said carefully. If he speculates correctly, this will be the only place where the other party wants something and his only bargaining chip.
Sure enough, the other party asked: "How much do you know about that incident two years ago?"
"So far, nothing is known. But you know that the power of the government is not comparable to any one person or organization, especially in intelligence. If you want to find out the ins and outs and details of that matter, I think I and I are in The organization can do better than you survivors."
After a short period of silence, there was a sound of the trigger half-clicked and the safety opened, which seemed slight and thrilling in the silent space. "The suggestion is not bad, but unfortunately, I don't think you are a trustworthy person."
"Is it because of the killing?" Leo asked while the iron was hot, "because I sent your former companion to prison. You almost shot me a black gun in Orange, is that the reason?"
The other party let out a sneer: "Your luck is good, but it won't be so good forever."
The premise of acquiescence to the second item is to first affirm the first item. This is part of the truth about the past that I was able to confirm. Leo took a deep breath and said in an unprecedented sincere tone: "You know, you murdered me in order to kill. I actually feel happy because it shows. There are still people who really care about him and care about him. He is not as lonely as he seems."
The other party seemed to choke at the unexpected words, "Are you crazy?" He sarcastically, "You arrested him, threw him into that kind of ghost place, and said things like this again when he turned around. You treat him—"
"—Yes." The black-haired agent interrupted the other party calmly. This is the first time that he has faced his heart, to other people, to himself, and personally confess this intolerable affection, "My feelings for the finale far exceed those of opponents, strangers, friends, and even in a general sense. Couple, I don’t know what words to use to describe, "passion", "love" and the like are too superficial and biased. Everyone thinks that they are a complete individual, but when you meet someone one day, suddenly Realizing that you are never complete, suffering because of conflicts, and craving because of incompleteness, then you will find his sharpness and fragility, your dullness and rigidity, they are so tightly embedded together, as if you were born. It should be an integral whole—if you feel this way someday, you can understand what I mean by these words."
"... I think you are just crazy." After a few seconds, the other party couldn't help but ask again: "Then what is he to you?"
"This is where I have been evading, denying, and even deliberately distorting and hurting. To be honest, I don't know," the black-haired agent smiled self-deprecatingly, "because he is used to hiding, just as Like the'Arctic Fox', I cannot be sure what kind of real emotions are hidden under his jokes. But one thing is certain, he has never hated me."
"Even if you throw him into jail?"
"Yes."
The other party was silent again, and spoke a moment later, his tone was so weird that even the voice changer could not conceal it: "I can't control this bit of trouble between you two, but this seems to explain why he refused our help and insisted on staying. Prison... He has his own opinion, always."
He unscrupulously revealed the criminal attempt in front of federal agents, but in this situation, he miraculously did not arouse the latter's backlash. "Yes, he always has his own ideas and his own way." Leo sighed helplessly. "Has he been like this since he was a child?"
The other party chuckled, "This is the start of the collection of intelligence? If you want to know about his past, just use the incident two years ago to find out who joined the employer, the middleman and the The goal puts us in an ambush on all sides; to find out whose hands our captain died."
Leo immediately replied: "No problem, but you have to make a deposit first. Don't worry that I'm not keeping my word. Your cold gun has been aiming at me in secret, isn't it."
The other party thought for a while, "I can give you an address first, and as much as you can find, it depends on your ability." He reported a string of addresses, which was in Los Angeles, not far from Orange County. "We met him there, when he was a fifteen-year-old boy, but he had a pair of distinctive eyes. In the words of our captain, he was born a fighter."
The phone rang in Leo’s pocket. He slowly put down one hand, took out the phone to pinch off the ringtone, and held the phone up slowly to show that he had no intention of using force at all. Even after the conversation for so long, The muzzle was still aiming at him fully guarded.
"Deal. How about a name and contact information for me?"
"You can call me'Phalanx', and the contact information is unnecessary." The other party said coldly, "When you get something, I will naturally find you. Finally, by the way, how long do you plan to keep him in jail? ?"
Leo replied without hesitation: "As long as the law stipulates."
"Heh! Is this what you call feelings?"
"God belongs to God, Caesar belongs to Caesar."
"... The difference is so clear, aren't you afraid of schizophrenia?" The other party mocked, "You're a fucking crazy."
Leo heard a very slight movement behind him, as if the distant tide was receding while the night was dark, and he knew that the'square formation' had quietly left.
Putting down his numb arm, he called the pinched phone back: "Rob. There was a special situation just now and it was not convenient to answer... Well, I found the informant, but he is dead."
"What? Dead?" Rob cried out, "How did you die? It's finished, it's finished, I'm going to be scolded to death by Wei! You know that although he always thinks that guy is duplicity, stubborn, and he's still a tired old bastard," But after all, it is an intelligence point that has been in business for many years.
"Tell him I'm sorry and willing to make compensation. I have a video of the murderer here, and I will send it if he needs it."
"The murderer's video? How did you get it?"
"Personal tips," Leo said.
When he cut off the ringtone and raised his hand again while holding the phone, he secretly pressed the camera shortcut key, and the camera pointed at the gunman behind him from his fingers to record the next fifty-second video.
As he himself said, God belongs to God, and Caesar belongs to Caesar. Dealing with the "Phalanx" is one thing; someone is killed, and as a law enforcement officer must hunt for the perpetrator is another. This is a self-interested and non-principled workaround, and before long, Leo couldn't imagine that he would make such a choice. The subtle influence brought by the killing seemed to be more than he realized. The world is no longer black and white. He doesn't know whether this is degeneration or evolution, or it may be an inspiration to the abilities hidden on the other side of the soul. But he knew that he was no longer what he used to be.
The sixth district of Rex Island is still a prison. If you have to say anything different from the fifth district, it is that the entire prison district is more mad and dead because of the polarization of mentally ill prisoners.
The killing forced the prison doctor Famo to make a name for mental illness that was neither minor nor serious, and he was transferred to the sixth district the next day after martial law. When the prison guard Simon walked into the activity hall of District 6, he saw him sitting among a group of mental patients watching the cartoon "Cat and Mouse".
Simon walked over and said to him, "Elvis, let's talk?"
"He is a mental patient, I think it is difficult for you to talk." A nurse next to him said with a smile.
Simon glared at him: "I know what I'm doing."
The nurse shrugged and walked away boredly.
As soon as Simon grasped his final wrist, he pulled him into an empty room nearby. "What's going on? I have read your previous medical report. There is no mental illness, but now there is a stress mental disorder. The handwriting is still very new. Is there any internal information in it? Someone wants to frame it. you?"
If it is another prison guard, there are ways to deal with it. But this young prison guard has always shown unusual kindness and concern to him, and he doesn't want to fool him. "This is outside the scope of your duties, sir, why do you bother yourself?"
"Don't say that!" Simon frowned. "If someone really wants to torture you, I can't stand by. Although I'm just an ordinary prison guard, once this kind of thing is stabbed, even the warden has to take care of his face, no I would sit back and watch the rules and regulations have been destroyed too outrageously."
He was a little bit dumbfounded by his wishful enthusiasm: "Look, we two met on the water. There was no friendship at all, so naturally there is no need to have anything to do with each other. You are your prison guard and I am my prisoner. Wouldn't it be easy for each other? To be honest, I don’t believe that there is unprovoked concern in this world. If you do this, it will only make me more suspicious of your motives."
Simon was stunned. A complex look mixed with pain, excitement, and sadness flooded his unremarkable face. He moved his lips and murmured in a very low voice: "There really is no unreasonable care in this world, and you For me, it’s not just a prisoner... Remember the "Park Road Butcher", that perverted scum killed eight young men and women who ran at night, and divided them into corpses. One of the victims was my twin Sister... She is called Salia, she doesn't look like me, she looks much better than me, and she has beautiful blonde hair. She has always been my pride, but when the police asked us to recognize the body, I could hardly recognize her... "The young prison guard gritted his teeth, as if holding back the choking sound crawling out of his throat. "Since then, my parents' only wish was to watch the cruel devil get on the electric chair with our own eyes, but the police failed to catch it. He, the victims increased one by one, until... Until you caught him and let him fall apart like my poor sister! Eye for eye, tooth for tooth! Do you know how I felt at that time, just like the angel of judgment from " Come out alive in the Bible! I cried and thanked God for his love and justice, and thanked Him for sending the apostles to the world. Until now, I still have not forgotten my feelings at that time."
"So please don't say that we meet up and have nothing to do with each other. For Sariya's sake, let me do anything I can do, finish." Simon covered his face with his hands, and tears leaked from his fingers. Come.
He finally raised his hand and hesitated to put it on the shoulder of the other party. This was the first time he faced the gratitude from the victim’s family. For some reason, he was a bit embarrassed. He always felt that something was too frank and clear to touch. . He thought for a while and said: "I can say a lot of comforting words, such as'she doesn't want to see her family cry in heaven','the past is over, people always have to look forward', but I don’t want to say it now, because those are all nonsense. I did that not to avenge someone, but this is what I want to do, and I have this ability. Simon, for you, mine Behavior is unintentional, and you cannot be grateful for it."
The guard wiped away the tears and shook his head silently and stubbornly.
He sighed helplessly: "Well, if you have to think this way, then don't bother me now, let me do what I want to do quietly, this is my reward."
"... Will you stay here forever?" Simon asked.
"It's hard to say, maybe I will be back to District 5 soon."
"Maybe you will need my help at that time-there will always be times when a person needs help from others, even if the opponent's strength is so insignificant." Saimen insisted, "At that time, please be sure to come to me."
"If it's that time." He had to accept it verbally.
Simon nodded, took a deep look at him, and turned to leave.
This is a new variable, and we have to take it into consideration and think silently.