Chapter 1850 joy and tenderness
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Amidst the beating of a drum, Bohemia pressed her body tightly against the wall, and secretly decided that as soon as the person showed his head, he would immediately punch him in the nose-just because she was anxious. While waiting for the dark shadow behind the door, he suddenly stopped in the door when he heard the footsteps.
Immediately afterwards, the door of the room was closed with a "click".
There was a false alarm-with the sound of the door closing, Bohemia's heart also fell into his belly, and he exhaled for a long time, as if all the strength of his body had been taken away by 70% or 80%.
"It's really good luck, he didn't come out." Descartes said quietly.
Bohemia gave it a white glance.
From under the door, there was a burst of light that kept shaking. It should be the person who turned on the flashlight. Anyway, the things had been taken out, and Bohemia was not afraid of him turning it over; taking advantage of this opportunity, she moved to the beef secretary's office bit by bit, and got in in a flash.
Tonight has been going back and forth between the two rooms, it is really exhausting to toss her-since entering the game, her energy has fallen back to the level of ordinary people.
Taking a look at the clock that was thrown to the ground in the moonlight, it was at least three hours before dawn. Bohemia locked the doors and windows as gently as possible, sitting behind the door panel, listening to the sound across the corridor with her ears up-she could not leave the building, so she had to wait for the other person to go first.
"...I think the crux of the problem is why that person knows your safe password." After a while of silence, Descartes suddenly said.
"It must be the beef secretary, he didn't know how to sneak it, and told someone else—"
"Impossible. At that time, you turned your back to him and pushed me into the safe, so I was facing the direction of the beef secretary..."
"Are you still divided into fronts and backs? Aren't you just a group?"
"The point is! He has been facing back to you, and there is nothing in front of him that can reflect the shadow behind him, so he must not see the password!"
"What are you angry about?" Bohemia murmured, "I thought the password was SandyWinters' birthday. After all, 1127 is like a date... and it turns out that the passport is not the birthday at all."
Two unidentified people came in to spy on tonight in a row. One targeted her and the other targeted the beef secretary. Looking at the several bank accounts filled with money, it seems that she, the warden, is a bit unclean as a civil servant. Even if someone comes to investigate her, there is nothing surprising... But why bother to investigate the beef secretary?
"Try to infer to know. So far, as far as we know, the beef secretary has only done one unglamorous thing, which is to cooperate with Agent Gehr to give him a chance to kill the prisoner Helsing. If someone comes to investigate, it must be investigating this matter... After all, he has investigative value, and this is the only matter. It is impossible to figure out why his mate selection standards are so low." Descartes thought carefully. After a while, he said: "This is not real life, this is a game. It is enough that we mainly consider the information given by the game."
Bohemia didn't realize the meaning of the sentence deliberately sandwiched by it.
She was lost in thought at this moment, and she didn't speak for a while. After a while, she whispered: "...Isn't that a bit too fast?"
"Huh? What's too fast?" Descartes rose sharply. "Do you have an idea?"
Bohemia was silent again. She seemed to have grasped an extremely important clue this time, staring at the scattered documents and materials on the floor and thinking very eagerly, even Descartes's ridicule, "Are you not good at memory, you can only run single-threaded tasks?" ?" I didn't even hear it.
A few minutes later, she let out a low breath.
Unexpectedly, the few words of Descartes just now gave her a lot of inspiration; her thoughts went deeper and deeper, and gradually felt that the fog had begun to dissipate, and the key points had become clear.
"You speak, what did you think of?" Descartes floated up and down on her lap, anxiously. "Do you know who the opposite is?"
"Don't you know if you look at it yourself?"
"Then what's the fun of thinking!" Descartes chuckled, "seeing the answer but missing the most wonderful thinking process, it's like being full but not knowing the taste of food. Hello, do you speak?"
At the critical moment, Bohemia was silent. The copy urged a few words and couldn't get a reply. When she looked at her, she didn't know what she was thinking of, her face suddenly became ugly, and she cursed: "Damn it!
"how?"
"Quickly-help me clean up the ground-oh, yes, you are of no use, forget me!" Bohemia hurriedly grabbed the scattered documents into his arms, too late to explain. He returned the chair and the clock to their original positions; Descartes, who couldn't figure out the situation, floated in the air, staring at her in a daze.
Almost when she had just finished packing, the warden's office door across the corridor opened. How dare Bohemia make the same mistake again. Before the sound of footsteps in the corridor, she had already leaped towards the window-outside the window under the moonlight, there was a tall building with a ladder, which was just here. Investigate the beef secretary, who was left by the man who had been smashed by her.
When the sound of footsteps came to the door of Beef Secretary's office, she also stuffed all the documents into her chest clothes indiscriminately, opened the window, turned over and climbed up the ladder. It wasn't until the door rang the sound of a key that Descartes floated over in a panic, and peeked out a group of mosaics out of the window, and asked: "What's the matter, how do you know he is coming?"
Before he could say anything, Bohemia stood on the ladder and stretched out his hand, pulling the window shut. Of course, this can't stop a mass of mosaic-like Descartes; it vaguely "penetrated" through the window, caught up with Bohemia, who had climbed a distance under the ladder, and complained: " I can't tell, you crawl so fast like a mouse."
Bohemia was afraid that the sound of closing the window just now would fall into that person's ears. At this time, there was no time to pay attention to it. Her hands and feet were so fast that she wanted to turn into a phantom; as soon as her feet landed, she flashed to the side immediately Behind a raised wall.
"Is that man looking out the window?" she asked in a low voice. "Look, who is it?"
Descartes floated in the air, still unable to hold back his curiosity, and glanced in the window on the second floor. "It's old leather shoes! It's old leather shoes! Oh, it's actually him, in fact, I've vaguely suspected this old boy for a long time--"
"It's really him. Stop talking nonsense," Bohemia was not surprised at all, panting well, and mentioning the document that was about to slip from his clothes, and asked, "Is he gone now?"
"Wait, there is still a flashlight in the window..."
"I have to get in quickly," Bohemia looked around, gritted his teeth, raised his foot and walked around the corner of the wall, and ran towards the gate on the first floor: "The rule is to spend the night in the building without being noticed. If I have been outside for a long time and the game is judged invalid, I will be wronged!"
Fortunately, she made a quick decision. When she rushed into the first floor, the dungeon host's warning sound just sounded. Coincidentally, as soon as the warning fell, the footsteps of the old leather shoes came down the stairs with a "dada"-he probably thought that there was no one in the building, so he was not as careful as before. It was called Bohemia downstairs who could hear clearly.
"Conference room!" Descartes screamed, and one person and one copy quickly got into the conference room.
Standing behind the half-hidden door of the conference room, listening to the footsteps of the old leather shoes drifting away, Bohemia breathed a sigh of relief until he could no longer hear them. This little game of hide-and-seek finally came to an end. She just waited for the daybreak-since no one knew she was here, even if someone really wanted to kill her, she wouldn't come here naturally. She should be safe for the time being.
"You can speak now," Descartes urged, "What did you find just now?"
Bohemia pulled out the file and lay it out on a chair, feeling that all her strength was exhausted.
"SandyWinters is not very clean, and his relationship with the detainees is very close. Maybe my role is an important part of the connection between inside and outside the prison...The investigative agent was originally for this matter, and The person who entered my office just now has a gun in his hand, so it is not difficult to guess that the person is an old leather shoe."
"But why does he have the safe code, and why does he have the key?"
"I don't know the password for the time being... but the key is very simple." Bohemia snorted from her nose. "Did you forget? The secretary said everything when talking on the phone with the secretary in the old leather shoes. , He said-"You stay in the next room all night, and you will have the keys.""
"Wait, does he mean the keys to the rooms in the medical department?"
"Of course we would think so." Bohemia didn't look very good. "Because the **** secretary wanted me to misunderstand the key he sent, only from the medical department... But the truth is, he is right under my nose. Underneath, I also sent a copy of the key to the office building. I got the key to the office building with my old leather shoes, so I can come and quietly investigate my office at night."
"Why give him the key?"
"He has been secretly connected with the old leather shoes, maybe he is the informant that the old leather shoes used to monitor me... Agent Gehr's death happened suddenly, and neither of them might have expected it. Ask me to say, In the case of Agent Gehr, Secretary Beef should have also concealed the old leather shoes... It's really a two-sided thing! But the old leather shoes are quite clever, so I immediately took advantage of this opportunity and started with my office. He was 80% of the people who searched my trash can in the afternoon!"
Descartes thought for a while and asked: "How do you know they were secretly connected?"
"It's also because of the key."
Bohemia snorted towards the door of the conference room: "Do you remember the beef secretary said, how he secretly locked the old leather shoes into the conference room? He said he inserted the key in the morning. Turning the lock cylinder, I locked the door by the way while the door was closing. Although it sounds reasonable, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong... Just now, when I thought of another set of keys, I suddenly understood."
"how?"
"According to his method, when the door is locked, the people in the room will not be aware of it, but he always has to pull the key! After the door is closed, the sound of the key is clear, how can the people in the room not hear it? Especially an experienced agent..."
When Bohemia said this, she felt a little discomfort in her chest and throat. She coughed vigorously and continued: "So obviously, he must have lied to me--"
The choking became severe suddenly, and interrupted her unfinished words-Bohemia bent over, and a large mouthful of blood poured out of her throat and splashed on the ground.
Chapter end
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