the next morning.
Before breakfast, all the high-level executives held a training meeting for the prisoners with serious dark circles under their eyes. Fortunately, the results of the training meeting looked good. As high-level officials, they always have ways to use various In this way, the prisoners under him are obedient... and even Dabanya, who has been engaged in "recruiting troops" every day during this period, has also restrained a lot.
The most obvious effect is that when Ryan walked through the corridor leading to the restaurant in Building 3 with a cold face, those bottom floors who greeted the newly appointed king finally seemed to be more respectful, which made Building 3 The corridor rarely presents a joyful and harmonious scene that can only be seen around Christmas—after Ruan Xiangyuan made a fuss last time, no one from Building 2 appeared in the corridor of Building 3 again.
Even if there is still dissatisfaction in their hearts, the prisoners of the Absolute Wing Pavilion are still self-interest supremacists after all, and they dare to confront the king in the open. Except for a certain person, other people have not yet been born
.
When the sun had completely risen from the east, this "someone" who "exerted too much" last night was still lying on the strong and broad chest of the king in the next building, and fell asleep drowsily.
Outside the bay window of the king's cell in Building No. 2, a black shadow suddenly flashed, and the slender figure slid into the king's room as quietly as the most agile cheetah along the climbing rope still hanging there. In the cell.
After the figure slid down the bay window soundlessly, he paused, and quickly grabbed the wooden frame that he almost touched. The water in the fish tank on the wooden frame vibrated slightly, and the black goldfish inside was frightened and thumped. Dive deep into the depths of the fish tank and splash a few drops of water.
But at this time, on the big chest not far from him, the red-haired man had already opened his blue eyes the first second he appeared outside the window. The expression that became confused and erratic due to the high fever last night had long since disappeared into those pupils. At this moment, the sharp gaze and the sudden burst of vigilance around the man all explained that Jue Wing The king in Building No. 2 has returned.
When the white bird silently walked towards Raiqie's bed, the naked man sat up slightly with very small movements, and he picked up the thin blanket thrown under the bed and covered it with another skin that appeared under the sun. The body was so white that it was dazzling, and the thin spread was spread out, covering the sleeping black-haired young man with a strong possessive posture, leaving only a poke of soft black hair exposed.
The white bird just glanced at it, and after seeing that the blanket was undulating evenly and that the person covered under it had not been raped to death by the man, she turned her gaze back—this was the second time that the white bird was in the presence of Ruan Xiangyuan. Meeting Rachel under normal circumstances, the last time they did this was at the swimming pool.
Bai Que was silent, and the one who spoke first was the refreshed red-haired king. He glanced up and down at the gray-haired man standing by the bed, with a playful arc on his lips: "Last night at How long have you been waiting on the roof?"
"It only takes five minutes to send a piece of clothing."
As for the only two possibilities for Ruan Xiangyuan to return within five minutes, one of them is that Lei Qie died of illness, and the other is that Lei Qie fainted.
In addition, even if the two of them just start with a simple conversation...
will start the night without end
.
"If it's more than five minutes, there's no need to wait." Baique replied calmly after thinking for a while, "So I waited for six minutes."
"Looks like your style," Rachel replied perfunctorily, "What happened later? I noticed last night that there was a lot of movement in your building. How about demolishing the house?"
"..."
It's still early now, and Bai Que is very sure that before him, it is impossible for any man in the eyeliner of Building No. 3 to report in advance. He was able to find out in such a timely manner, probably because of his own eyes and ears? ... very mentally calculated the distance between Building No. 2 and Building No. 3. Surprised by the man's observation ability, Bai Que finally couldn't hold back and raised his eyelids to look at the smiling person sitting on the bed. At this moment, the latter's slender fingertips were playing around the soft hair of the black-haired young man under the thin blanket. He paused for some reason, but Bai Que felt that this scene was quite blind. .
So he forcibly fixed his gaze on a slightly raised fluff on the carpet under his feet, and replied in a very calm, official, and calm tone that should be used when reporting: "Yes, last night I The rush to go back is also because the clown told me that Ryan suddenly decided to call a high-level meeting for an impromptu meeting."
"Oh, that is the technician on your floor, right? It has the same function as Uncle Spatt." Rachel nodded.
Realizing that the other party was talking about a clown, Bai Que nodded in acquiescence.
"Don't be nervous, I know he's just because he and his brother were quite famous before they entered the Absolute Wing Pavilion." Lei Qie smiled—laughing vividly, making Bai Que, who was not very nervous at first, suddenly become a little nervous.
But at this moment, Lei Qie let go of the hair on Ruan Xiangyuan's head, turned around and groped at the head of the bed, took out a tobacco, narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the former devil trainer who was standing beside the bed with few words and was difficult to communicate with. The battalion instructor snapped on the lighter and lit the tobacco in his hand.
This scene is a bit familiar.
Bai Que was thinking in a trance, somehow, the face of the red-haired man in front of him, which was softened by the firelight, suddenly overlapped with the eagle eyes from last night... The gray-haired man was stunned After a long while, I finally felt emotional——
They're still the same kind of people.
plot.
use
.
Calm, and forbearance.
The emotions that these high-ranking people should have were brought out by them in the most perfect posture.
"Tell me about the content of your meeting." The king in Building No. 2 took a sip of the tobacco, and after the milky white smoke, he unabashedly inquired about the secrets of the next building in an almost rude manner. Just refuse.
"Because Building No. 2 frequently intervenes in the affairs of Building No. 3, the prisoners at the bottom and middle levels of Building No. 3 have recently become less obedient, so Ryan seems a little anxious about this." Bai Que subconsciously rolled his eyelids as he spoke Glancing at the quiet man, he didn't want to ask what Rachel wanted to do, although he had already vaguely guessed a little... But at the same time, he was also very clear, at least in this situation, he didn't know much. Always the best.
After a pause, before the red-haired king continued to ask questions, the white sparrow continued in the same voice without any ups and downs: "This morning, I saw that Leibart had called a meeting with his middle management. It seems... the effect good."
Leibart is the unlucky guy who was named by Ryan last night. At least from a standpoint, he is a thorough supporter of Ryan.
The corners of Lei Qie's lips curled up, and a trace of ridicule flashed quickly in his blue pupils: "How can this method work well?"
"Yesterday morning, there were some low-level personnel who stopped their shifts. This morning, people seem to have come together, and there have been fewer complaints." Bai Que said what he saw in his eyes, thinking about what he saw this morning. He used his nostrils to say good morning to Ryan, and he added, "Those middle-level people who were reluctant to say hello to Ryan yesterday have become a lot more honest..."
Hearing Baique's words, Lei Qie let out a deep laugh from the back of his throat disapprovingly: "So, it sounds like Building No. 3 is really on the right track for me?"
Isn't that what you want for your own people to sit firmly in the country? What's going on with this unsatisfactory tone now? Confused by Lei Qie's attitude, Bai Que hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
"Baique, you seem to have made a mistake." Rachel said slowly, "What I want is 'Building No. 3', not 'Ryan becomes the king of Building No. 3'."
Bai Que reluctantly showed a dazed expression.
The man smiled without saying a word, the long eyelashes drooping to hide the real emotion in his eyes
. He took off the tobacco at the corner of his lips, and extinguished it on the log cabinet beside the bed without looking at it. On the originally exquisite lacquer work, accompanied by an unusually harsh "Zla" sound, a place was abruptly left. Blackened burn marks. The man's hand rested on the edge of the bed, and his slender fingertips tapped lightly and regularly. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Baique, have you ever been to America?"
"Once upon a time," Bai Que replied numbly, without a single pause, "when it was on a mission."
"Have you ever heard of the Boston Holocaust Memorial?"
It seemed that a matter that he was extremely reluctant to mention was mentioned, the gray-haired man's eyelids twitched, and after a long silence, he still nodded with his lips tightly pressed.
Rachel smiled, and recited in fluent German—
"When the Nazis came to catch the traitors,
I keep silent;
I am not a prostitute.
When they imprisoned the social democrats,
I keep silent;
I am not a social democrat.
When they come for the unionists,
I did not protest;
I am not a union member.
When they came for the Jews,
I keep silent;
I am not Jewish.
when they came for me,
No one can speak for me anymore. "
Familiar words, at this time the man's voice seemed to completely overlap with a voice that had been buried deep in the memory for a long time, and it was rare for an uncertain emotion to appear in the white bird's gray pupils, and at this moment, this pair of For him, the voice that seemed to be piercing the ears of the magic sound finally stopped.
Rachel finally finished reciting the poem in his eeriely slow and elegant tone
.
"—The short poem left by the German Protestant pastor Martin Niemola, I think it is well written." Rachel said with a smile, "For some people who lack self-awareness, they should be written word by word without punctuation marks. Just memorize it by mistake."
"..."
Looking at the gray-haired man standing silently beside his bed, the red-haired king suppressed his smile, looked away, and said lightly: "Go, give them a little stimulation, at least let those wall-scratches in Building No. 3 wake up. , now is not a good time to let them live in peace."
"..."
"Go."
Bai Que nodded, fully comprehended what the man in front of him wanted him to do, turned around and was about to leave, at this moment, he was stopped by Lei Qie again, he paused, but did not look back.
"How did you think about the things you were thinking about last time?" Rachel's relaxed tone was obviously inviting, "The Reins family is very rare for your meal."
Bai Que thought for a while, nodded and said, "I see."
"Agreed?" This time it was Rachel's turn to be surprised.
"En." With his back turned to the man, Bai Que nodded neither humble nor overbearing, "At least after leaving the Absolute Wing Pavilion, I can't live my life in a muddle... Probably that person hopes so too."
"Well." Rachel smiled, "I just like loving and righteous living people like you."
In a direction that the man couldn't see, Baique rolled his eyes.
"Go, oh yes—next time, don't wander around in Lao Tzu's cell like you're in or out of a rat amusement park." Rachel's understated voice came from behind Baique, "If you overturn the fish tank, I will be angry."
)_ The story of the white bird is placed in the extra episode after the end. You can choose to subscribe and watch it. It can only be regarded as a supplement to the integrity of the story. On the side of the bastard—it seems that not many people have doubts about this. I am awkward with myself, and I have committed obsessive-compulsive disorder.
And that's about it, it will be over in the next five chapters.