The real warden won't ask the sentence "why did you drugged agent gel"?

So... Does the warden know?

"No, no wonder he told you everything easily." although he said it badly, Descartes sounded like a gloating tone. "It seems that you two are a team! Congratulations, you found an alliance so soon... Ow!"

Bohemia slowly released the consciousness that held it, and looked at the mosaic in the corner of his field of vision, which trembled and unfolded his body, and the vague and chaotic color patches continued to flicker in mid air.

The beef sandwich's eyes were still on her.

"Well, I mean..." she calmed down, although she was a little flustered. After several turns in her mind, she suddenly came up with an idea: "Oh, how will you answer this question when I ask you?"

She managed to get through - the beef sandwich suddenly realized, "Oh" and relaxed her back.

"Drugging?" He breathed out from his nose, and just now his responsible and gentle expression was swept away: "how can she prove it? Just because she saw it? I said I didn't let go, and agent gel would also say that he had a history of spasm in his family, and there was no residue in his body... Then she would look like a suspicious woman."

Bohemia nodded, suddenly stunned.

Wait, as the party who was drugged, why did agent gel cooperate with him to confirm that he was not drugged?

Is it possible that he knows this as well as the warden?

What a mess in this prison!

"Don't show your foot again," Descartes reminded the overall situation, "the plot is beginning to progress!"

Bohemia had a lot of effort to flatten the dough. She "Hmm", sat opposite the beef sandwich, cocked her feet and looked confident: "... This time, it's really hard for you."

The beef sandwich waved its hand, revealing a faint wry smile.

"What can I do? Miss winters, I understand your dilemma very well. It's not easy for you, the warden, to be caught in the middle. To be honest, we have no other way to go except this way. After all, it's the man's meaning... He has spoken, how can we resist?"

What the hell? Where and where?

Bohemia secretly scolded, and answered, "it's not true.".

When the Secretary said this, he seemed to feel a little sigh. As he opened the drawer to find the key, he sighed, "Helsing is really a sad man. It was once a famous chief consultant in the country... When I was just in prison, I thought I would stay for him for a short time, and 100% could be pardoned. Was that what you said to me at that time?"

Bohemia frowned, "yes, Amnesty!"

... what does amnesty mean? She seems to have heard of it.

"Helsinki Helsinki... OK, remember." Descartes on one side played more seriously than anyone else.

"If I had a lot of information and evidence about that person in my hands like him, I would certainly make good use of them and not let myself fall into the step of being assassinated by the staff of the Bureau of investigation. Miss winters, if you were such a smart person, I'm afraid you could become the vice president." Beef Secretary hehe laughed, raised his hand, and the key chain shook on his finger, "found it, let's go?"

Bohemia remembered that there was still a person in the meeting room downstairs. She stood up in a daze, followed out the door in a daze, and tried to organize the information she had just heard into a timeline in her mind. When going downstairs, Descartes followed her at her feet like a shadow, muttering loudly.

"The prisoner who was killed was Helsing, which we can be sure of. Because he had evidence against a big man, he was killed... The man who killed him was one of the agents sent to the prison to investigate. Can we agree on these situations?"

Bohemia nodded at the beef sandwich as it opened the door.

The question is, who killed him?

She was having a headache when the door was pushed open.

The old leather shoes were sitting on a chair by the door, holding their hands in front of their chest, and glanced at them unhappily: "so long?"

Bohemia looked around the small conference room - as the old leather shoes said, this room has no windows, and all the lights have to be turned on during the day; It is right behind the building, and the building is facing the prisoner's playground, so the sound of riots can hardly be heard from this room.

From among the rows of tables and chairs, the old leather shoes snorted and stood up.

"How is agent Gell?" He probably decided that Bohemia was a caretaker. It was better to ask the secretary than to ask her. He said to the beef secretary, "take me to have a look. If necessary, I can interrogate Helsinki alone. Anyway, there is a full video."

Originally, the prisoner that the Bureau of investigation intended to interrogate was the dead Helsing? Are old leather shoes pretending to be stupid now, or do you really don't know he's dead?

Beef secretary is really a talent. He answered without changing his face, and added a sentence as if nothing had happened: "there was a little disturbance in the prison just now, and it just needs to wait..."

"Riot?" The old leather shoes immediately shot at Bohemia, "no accident!"

When the party approached the door of the medical department, her stomach was fermenting all the way, and she was about to come out. At this time, the white gate of the medical department was suddenly pushed to a point, and two nurses in blue rushed out in a hurry, with a blank face. Just when they saw the group, they all shouted, "agent gel is dead! Doctor Ming - she -"

Several people were surprised one after another, and the old leather shoes were the first to react. They ran away from the nurse and rushed into the building; Bohemia immediately followed up. Hearing the voice of the beef Secretary shouting at the nurses behind him, he began to tremble: "call the ambulance of the state hospital, hurry! Has Dr. Ming saved it? Ask her to continue the rescue, people can't die!"

He probably thought it was his own medicine that killed agent gel?

The nurses behind them faintly shouted something that people couldn't hear clearly. When Bohemia broke into the emergency room, the old leather shoes were standing in front of a hospital bed. Under the white cloth sheet covered on the bed, the lines of a human body were undulating.

Doctor Ming sat upright beside the bed, looking very calm at first glance.

Only when they approached, could they find that her whole body was slightly trembling with excitement, and her eyes were bright like a hungry wolf wandering on a winter night. She held the corpse's hand tightly, with her fingers overlapping, with such strength that the tiger's mouth and palm edge even turned white, which made people unable to distinguish between her hand and the corpse's hand for a moment.

"Because you found out the flaw of the serial killer, she's leaving now." The voice of the copy host suddenly rang out: "by the way, the player Lin Sanjiu made a mistake. After the scene of this problem is over, he will immediately perform onion stripping."

Since I entered this game, I have been constantly impacted by the double amount of information, and I don't know which to look at first - Bohemia took a breath, decided to take care of the visible and touchable first, and forcibly suppressed the onion.

The old leather shoes obviously noticed something wrong from the strange excitement of doctor Ming. He slowly put his hand on his waist and asked in a deep voice: "... Doctor, what's the matter? My partner is young and strong. Why did he suddenly die?"

Before answering, the female doctor slightly opened her lips and took a shivering breath. When she looked up, the reflection of the lens faded, making people see her red cheeks and eyes: "I... this is one of my most proud works, none of them. Ah, you can't realize... It's perfect, this is the best day of my life..."

Bohemia glanced at the old leather shoes.

At least she is still an evolutionist in her bones - she cheered herself up, walked slowly up, stared at the female doctor, and opened the list little by little. Agent gel was lying under the sheet, but he only wore a thin layer of sick clothes, which seemed to have been changed after death; The exposed hands and feet, waist skin, are suffused with cool cyan.

"Alive," said Dr. Ming, as if he had drunk too much wine, looking intoxicated: "he was alive, and his pulse jumped so vigorously... No one saw what injection I was taking, but he saw it... But it was late, at the moment of the injection, he found out and struggled..."

Bohemia squinted and found that a few drops of blood seemed to be splashed under the edge of the sheet.

No wonder the two nurses were so shocked that they couldn't say anything completely just now. Logically speaking, death is part of their work - but murder is not.

When the Secretary outside the door finally found out the situation and shouted "be careful" with the nurses outside the door, the old leather shoes had rushed to the doctor and raised the gun - the latter did not resist at all, and sat quietly next to agent ger's body as if he hadn't heard the order to make her stand up; Only her hands and those of the corpse held each other too tightly. When the old leather shoes hit the back of her head with the butt of a gun and made her fall to the ground, the two hands were still tightly clasped together.

When she was handcuffed by old leather shoes, Dr. Ming seemed to suddenly wake up - her scream was higher and higher, and she kept saying that the Secretary poisoned agent GER, and she saw it with her own eyes; Beef Secretary tied his hands and stood aside with a pale face, without saying a word.

The old leather shoes locked the female doctor into another room. Then she patted him on the shoulder like comfort, shook her head and walked away.

It was not until the ambulance picked up agent Guerre's body that the party found that Helsing, who had died in prison, was lying in another adjacent bed. The only doctor on duty was arrested, and no one could do an autopsy for the suspicious corpse of Helsinki; Old leather shoes obviously did not trust this prison. After weighing everything, he decided not to report back for the time being and continued to wait for the second doctor.

After locking up the medical department, Bohemia returned to the warden's office again and finally breathed a long breath.

"Fortunately, it's just a game, otherwise such a big event would have ruined your career." Descartes listened intently, not worried, but interested in seeing her career come to an end.

"It's about to start peeling onions," she curled up her legs wearily. "I don't know what this time is..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly lowered her head and looked at the floor for a while.

"What's the matter?"

"Someone came to my office," Bohemia whispered, "... My wastebasket was turned over."

Tomorrow's visual inspection can put the thank-you list and the list of book delivery bosses! Some time ago, I was so busy that I doubted my life, and I couldn't spare a trace of extra strength because of my poor work and rest until now