บท 27: My hands are itchy
There is a lot of work for PI.Out of the prison in Area A, Ding Ze, Michael and others were directly taken to work and did not go to the playground.
After working for a while, the first-class prison guard came to chat.
Lincoln asked Michael beside him in a solemn voice, "What's going on?"
Michael thought Lincoln was asking about the bruises and shook his head gently. "There is a little conflict with Bagwell. It has been solved."
"T-bag? What kind of contradiction? T-bag's reputation is very loud. Lincoln is more worried and asks again.
"A little misunderstanding. His girlfriend was killed before and thought I killed her. Now it has been solved, and there will be no more problems."
"How to solve it?" Lincoln asked.
Michael thought for a more and said about Abruch's appearance.
After listening to it, I knew that under the protection of Abruci, this matter should indeed be solved. Lincoln was a little relieved, so he asked, "What's going on?"
"Huh?" Michael was puzzled.
Lincoln smiled and said, "Don't hide it. I don't know you yet? Let's talk about it.
Michael also smiled as soon as he heard it. "It's Ding Ze's business. It's very troublesome."
Michael briefly told him his suspicion of Ding Ze.
Lincoln frowned and subconsciously was reluctant to accept it. He lowered his voice and said, "That boy must be planning something, but planning to escape from prison? It just happens to be from the infirmary??? Is it impossible?"
Michael shook his head, "There is nothing impossible... The infirmary is closest to the hospital wall, and the supervision is relatively weak."
"He is very smart, and obviously before he went to prison, he did a lot of investigations and knew many people's things... If he wanted to escape, it was not surprising, but it was reasonable to choose to leave the infirmary."
Lincoln was silent for a few seconds and understood. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. "You mean, he is the same as you? Do the investigation in advance and come in to take someone out?
Michael thought about this layer before and nodded, "That's what happened in nine cases."
"Then who is he going to take out?" Lincoln didn't expect it for a moment.
"I guess there is a high probability that it is Abruch," Michael said, quietly looking at Ding Ze.
Ding Ze is weeding.
The prison guard is nearby.
For the time being, he didn't have a chance to talk to Abruch, who didn't have to work, but took a board to play the supervisor there.
Lincoln looked at Ding Ze and Abruch, and it was not until then that he fully understood how troublesome it was. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet... I can't report him. He knows our plan, and we can't help but stop him. Otherwise, in case he leaves first, our hope of going out will be completely broken," Michael said distressedly.
Lincoln listened irritable and scratched his head. "Then you can't do nothing..."
A pause.
As a street gangster who has no success and has never made a name for anything, Lincoln has just thought of a simple and rough countermeasure, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Ride him?"
Michael was silent for a moment. "I'll think about it again... If he really came in to save Abruc, it would be difficult for him to get rid of."
Lincoln is not stupid enough not to understand this. "Abruch can't protect him all the time..."
That's what he said.
Lincoln clearly knew that Michael didn't want to do this. "If there's really nothing I can do, I'll do it. That boy is a murderer. I won't have a psychological burden except for him.
"I'll think about it again," Michael said in a complicated tone, looking at Lincoln.
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The prison guard in charge finally moved and walked aside.
Ding Ze saw the opportunity and was just about to sneak over to find Abrutch.
As a result, Abruci took the initiative to come over.
Ding Ze didn't move and waited quietly.
"You're in trouble," when you walked to Ding Ze, Abruch immediately whispered, "The night before yesterday, the brothers of those people you killed will probably touch you tonight, and I'm afraid I can't protect you. You killed too much, black and white people have killed, and there are too many people who offended."
Hear the words.
'Is there a sequel to this release?' Ding Ze was stunned and said to himself, "Do you just ask me for revenge?" A lot of people died that night.
Abruch heard it and felt funny, "It was a war between black and white, which was different in nature. No matter which side wants to revenge, you have to wait until you are ready for the next war..."
"You are different. You are neither black nor white. You kill both black and white, and you don't belong to any gang..."
"So that's it," Ding Ze asked with a smile, "Do I look easy to bully?"
Abrucchi didn't feel it. He shook his head gently and didn't comment on it. He just asked, "What are you going to do?"
"No, they can't do anything tonight. Michael will disappear at that time. The prison guards must be busy. They won't have a chance to touch me," Ding Ze thought for a moment and replied, "Wait until tomorrow night. I'm also itchy. I want to kill a few more."
Abruch: "????"
This sounds really hard to describe...
Instinctively, Abruc's eyes became strange, "Hand itching? Are you really a murderer who likes to kill people???
Ding Ze smiled brightly, "Do you look like me?"
Abruc subconsciously recalled Ding Ze's operation the night before yesterday. He really wanted to answer very similar, but when the words came to his lips, he resisted.
I can't help it. Who can afford to provoke a murderer who likes to kill people?
Seeing that Abruch didn't say anything, Ding Ze didn't care. He opened his mouth and skipped the topic. "I was just about to come to you. Is my new identity ready?"
"It's basically good. I'll call and ask later."
"My best to prepare for tomorrow."
Abrucchi immediately realized the meaning of this, "Are you leaving?"
"Well, if my new identity is ready tomorrow, then we will leave here the night after tomorrow," Ding Ze replied calmly.
Abruch didn't expect it to be so fast, and he couldn't help but be a little excited. "The night after tomorrow? What's the specific time? I need to arrange transportation.
"I can't give you a specific time. All I can say is that we will be outside the wall at about 9:30."
Abruch doesn't quite understand. "There is no way to give a specific time? Is it convenient for you to tell me your detailed plan?"
"It's inconvenient now. I'll tell you the afternoon the day after tomorrow," Ding Ze refused very simply and explained with a smile. "Because my plan is actually very simple. If I tell you now, I'm afraid there will be a change in the last accident."
". ..." Abruch suddenly couldn't help doubting the probability of the successful implementation of Ding Ze's plan, and he was speechless.
Ding Ze guessed what Abruch was thinking, "But don't worry, as long as you do what I say, we can go out."
Abruch thought for a moment, "It's hard for me to reassure you to say that. Do you know how many years our sentence will be added if we fail to escape from prison?
Ding Ze smiled and said, "Do you care? Fibonachi will testify next month. At that time, if you are still here, you will definitely have to go through the prison. What does it matter if the sentence is increased by another ten or twenty years?
Abruc was speechless again.
A few seconds later.
"What you said really makes sense!" Abruc couldn't help it, and he was angry.
Ding Ze ignored it and smiled.
Abruc saw it, there was nothing he had to do.
As for that, are you really relieved?
That's impossible.
But what can we do?
His family was taken hostage by Farr. As long as there was a first-line opportunity to go out, he had to seize it.
What's more.
If the escape really fails the night after tomorrow, Michael can still be used as a backup plan.
"Your new identity will definitely be ready tomorrow."
Leaving this sentence, Abruc turned around and left, went aside, and then played the role of supervisor.
A few minutes later.
Michael, who had been quietly looking at Ding Ze and Abrutch, found an opportunity to get to Abrutch.
"Have you got the key I asked for?" Michael asked.
After lunch, on the way back from the canteen, he paid the price of a man being imprisoned in solitary for a week. Abruch successfully got the mold of the key, and then made it out of melted plastic in prison.
"I got it," Abrucchi nodded and responded.
"Thank you," Michael said thanked, and then pretended casually, "You do your job well, and I will do mine. When we go out, I will keep my promise and give you Fibonachi."
At least Abruch was the boss of the gang. He immediately heard the meaning of the bait in this word and smiled, "Okay."
Michael looked at Abruch with a complicated expression. Without saying much, he raised his feet back with a heavy heart.
He was indeed throwing bait to test Abruc's reaction.
In his opinion, as long as Abruch still wants to know where Fibonachi is, he can still stabilize Abruc, let Abruci give up Ding Ze, walk with him, and even wait for a while, plus Ding Ze, they will go together... In this case, his plan may still be able to support...
The result is very bad!
He vaguely felt that it didn't matter whether Abruch handed over to him or not.
'Why???'
For a while.
Michael felt that his head was about to explode. He couldn't understand it at all, and he couldn't help but be in a trance.
(End of this chapter)
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