Twenty Seven Years Chapter 126

  Chapter 126 Various trends

"Chris?!" There was another exclamation, and then a tall and thin young man pushed aside the crowd, squeezed in front of Verak, and said with surprise on his face, "How did you stand up? You can only stay in the second Cell 08?"

  Verak looked at the face, but when he heard the voice, he could tell that this person was the musician Ross who often talked to him and lived in the next cell.

"When he can stand up, he will naturally stand up. As for why he can take Mr. Keating out to show off, I think this is the minimum right he should enjoy, so I fought with Lecter." Just now Verak said Saying "I stand here is the answer to all questions" is not enough to solve everyone's doubts. In order to avoid people asking this question all the time, he decided to follow Keating's words and continue to build his own image.

   As soon as Veraker finished speaking, the cautious Keating noticed the omission in the words.

  If he has the right to have the right to be released, then other prisoners should also have the right to enjoy a better cell environment. The omissions in Verak's words, a little carelessness will lead to the hostility of the prisoners due to unfair treatment.

"In fact, everyone's rights are also being trampled on. I hope the future will be better." Before the prisoners could speak, Keating quickly resolved the hidden dangers for Verak, and at the same time patted him sideways, implying that he could fight for other prisoners. to better rights.

"boom!"

   A clear and loud gunshot sounded.

  Others were not surprised, Verak subconsciously bowed his body.

   "Fucking, let me disperse! If you get together and talk to them again, I will kill you!" The prison guard on the sentry post yelled at the prisoners who were surrounded.

"Oh shit…"

   "Bah..."

   "Let's talk again, Chris."

  The prisoners who were used to it cursed secretly in dissatisfaction, and scattered unsteadily.

In less than thirty seconds, a "vacuum circle" with a radius of more than ten meters appeared around Verak and Keating. Although the other prisoners were still very curious about them, they feared that the prison guards would shoot and kill people. Can only cast eyes.

   "It's quite troublesome." Verak leaned over and whispered to Keating, "The prison guards don't allow us to communicate with other prisoners."

   "There will always be a chance." Keating squinted his eyes to enjoy the sunlight, "Today has been very smooth, and many problems will take time to solve."

  Verak nodded slightly, and looked at the sentry prison guard who had just shot. The prison guard was watching them coldly. It wasn't just him, nearly forty prison guards seemed to be focusing on the two of them.

   "It's not an option to be stared at by them all the time." Verak felt a little uncomfortable.

   "Don't do anything blindly, observe first." Keating reminded, "They are not a mess, there must be some circles among them, and it will be twice the result with half the effort to connect with people who have enough weight to speak."

   "Understood." Verac felt that it made sense, and began to push Keating around.

  After the warning from the prison guard just now, the prisoners are now walking around the two of them. Verak has nothing to do about this and concentrates on observing these people.

  Because of the lack of entertainment items, the prisoners can only go to the square to breathe fresh air and bask in the sun. In addition, probably because they can make cards by themselves, many of them gather in piles to play cards.

  Verak and Keating only attracted them for a while. After the prison guards dispersed them intentionally, they gradually focused on doing their own things.

"This is a good opportunity to observe. You need to judge who is the leader from thousands of people based on their different performances." Keating took this as a new learning for Veraker with great interest, "but keep in mind One thing, don't contact anyone rashly and reveal anything related to the plan."

   "It's not believable yet, is it?"

"As far as I know, there have been hundreds of riots and prison escapes here, all of which failed without exception." Keating said, "You said that you need cooperation to escape from prison, are they willing? They don't believe we can do it.”

  Verak understood the logic: "In their view, the escape is impossible, and life-threatening."

"It will be a trivial matter not to cooperate at that time. If they leak secrets to the prison guards for a pack of cigarettes and a day off, we will fall short." Keating calmly looked at the prisoners who were either playing cards noisy or resting quietly, "If you want to reach a cooperation, the first One is to find the right person, and second, we have to work out a plan that makes the other party think it is feasible and promising before we cooperate.”

   "What kind of person do you think is suitable?" Willak asked.

   "Tell me your opinion first." Keating gave Verac a chance to think independently.

Verak groaned, and expressed his opinion: "Be tough enough not to shrink back because of any setbacks you face. You must also be eager enough to be free. For such a person, even if there is a little hope, the temptation is far greater than exposing us. profit."

   "Then what kind of person do you think meets these conditions?" Keating continued to ask.

"People who have stayed long enough, but are still unwilling to spend their lives like this." Verak replied, "But...staying long enough is still a clear condition, and it is easy to screen out. If you are not reconciled, it is difficult." There are too many, everyone here wants to go out, but I am afraid that less than 10% of them really want to fight at all costs, even at the risk of death."

"Ten percent is too optimistic. One or two out of a hundred people would be great." After listening to Veraker's analysis, Keating finally talked about his own experience, "The latter will actually have some ways of expression, such as Someone who stays around long enough and keeps trying to break out."

  Verak agrees with this, but he thinks things are not going so smoothly: "Shouldn't all those who escaped be killed?"

"Each time there are at least hundreds of people in a riot, sometimes there are thousands of people. They can't kill them all, but only a few leaders. After the riot is suppressed, the rest will not be held accountable." Keating stretched his laziness. Waist, looks very natural and leisurely, "You act more relaxed, don't be so vigilant around you. These prison guards are experienced, the more nervous you are, the more they can see that you have ghosts in your heart, and the more they will pay attention to you."

   "...I'll try." Verak stopped looking at the prison guards, "The leader should be the most qualified person, but it's a pity..."

After reminding Veraker, Keating continued: "Of course, these leaders are the best partners. It's just that the current situation is like this, and we can't ask so high. It will take time to see if other people are worthy of use. If If it doesn't work, it can be cultivated.”

   "Cultivate? How to cultivate?"

   "Wake up their desire for the outside world, and find a way to make them feel that freedom is more important than life." Keating smiled, "It's easy to say, but it's clueless to do it."

"yes…"

  Verak sighed.

  The first day they came out for a briefing today, they gained a lot of information, but also faced more difficulties.

  Verak's persistence and getting Keating a chance to show off made the prisoners admire him and have a better impression of him, which laid a good foundation.

  But the prison guard's warning also made them afraid to get close to the two, making this basis temporarily unusable.

   Partners and the division system of the prison are also very difficult issues.

  Every link is difficult to achieve.

   "Take your time..." Verak, who couldn't think of a countermeasure for a while, slowed down rarely, although it was forced.

  At ten o'clock, the first batch of prisoners left, and at the same time the guard post in the square was replaced by a group of prison guards.

  After the second batch of prisoners came in, they saw Verac and Keating, exactly the same as an hour ago, and surrounded them and asked many questions enthusiastically. Veraker and Keating repeated the original conversation, establishing the image of Veraker.

   Soon, the prison guards who were changing guards stopped other prisoners from contacting the two.

   At eleven o'clock, after the release of the two groups of prisoners, Keating was escorted back to Cell 208, and Veraker was taken to the infirmary to change his dressing.

   It was already twelve o'clock when Verak returned after changing the medicine.

   After eating, the two were free to talk secretly in the cell.

"There are two doors from the stairs to the work area, three doors to the square, and seven doors to the exit." Verak drew a map in his mind, "Twelve doors, four prison guards in front of each door, a total of There are forty-eight prison guards. There are a total of thirty-six guard posts in the square, and a batch will be changed every two hours after the release."

   "Have you noticed anything else?" Keating was calm all the time, looking at Verak with a smile on his face.

   "The distance between each door is twenty or thirty meters." Verak added.

"About twenty-six meters." Keating pointed out the distance in more detail, "That is, if you rush from the square to the exit like other riots, you have to go through ten doors in total, including the distance at the corner, about 300 meters. "

Verak scratched his hair: "Do you have any ideas? If we escape from prison, we will definitely be noticed at the first time. No matter how fast we run, we will pass through two or three doors at most. There are plenty of people in the back." The time is closed. If it is closed, we will be blocked, and when the prison guards support arrives..."

   "I have no idea." Keating shook his head, "This is indeed a big problem, and you will definitely not be able to overcome it by force."

   "Then we have to change our thinking..." Verak sat on Keating's bed, whispering his own ideas, "What if we don't rush out?"

"Um?"

   "I don't know..." The train of thought got stuck at the beginning, Verak rubbed the bridge of his nose, and frowned tightly, "Give me a little more time."

  Daymans Prison, Warden's Office.

   "Have you allowed Keating and Chris to go out?" Warden Adel immediately learned of the news of Veraker and Keating's release, and called Lecter to inquire.

  Lecter sat on the sofa with his legs crossed: "Yes."

   "Why don't you explain?" Adel took a sip of coffee.

"They want to escape from prison, so I let them play there." Lecter smiled disdainfully, "It's not interesting to stay in the cell anyway, and it's easy to suffocate them, just let them make a fuss, it can also add something to me. pleasure."

  Adel glanced at the idle Lecter, and carefully tidied up his desk: "They are different from other prisoners."

   "Are you worried that they will actually be able to escape?"

"I'm worried that your attack is not serious." Adel said, "If you completely lose the clue of gold, if something happens to Chris and the peace talks break down during the World Expo, let alone us, your father will also worry about it." Take no responsibility."

  Lecter rolled his eyes impatiently: "How many times have you said this, do you think I don't know this? I know it too well, but so what? I didn't intend to kill them in the first place."

"Then send them back. Even if you don't have to worry about them escaping from prison, you should also pay attention to whether other prisoners may hurt them during the release." Adel saw Lecter's impoliteness in his eyes, and told him leisurely .

"I have already greeted the sentry guards in the square, they will keep an eye on them, don't worry." Lecter grinned, "I assure you, I won't hurt them, just for fun. Before that I'm tired of watching all the idiots trying to force their way out of prison, and I'm curious what these two people can come up with."

   "Go out." Adel didn't say anything, "I have to deal with business."

  Lecter took a deep breath, held back his discomfort, got up and slammed the door to leave.

  Adel slowly picked up a cigarette and exhaled lingering smoke.

  Under the smoke, an indifferent and cold face emerged.

  Leizein, Government House

  Byne and Daniel, who are in charge of contacting the government and conducting peace talks, are now under house arrest in the government building, and are closely guarded by people from the Ministry of Security.

  Although they are representatives of the Equality Association, they are also hostages of the peace talks.

  After several days of negotiations, the government accepted the opinions put forward by the Equality Association, saying that it will study many proposals, promulgate and implement them as soon as possible, promote consortiums and nobles to give up profits, and give more benefits to the people at the bottom.

  Byne, on behalf of the Equality Association, expressed his belief in the sincerity of the government and promised that the Equality Association would not hold any more protests. When the government has completed its implementation, the Equality Association will be disbanded.

  The storm in Laizeinli temporarily calmed down.

"Why do they keep going around in circles about releasing Veraker?" Daniel also already knew Veraker's true identity, and he was angrily asking Boyin in the room under house arrest, "They begged us to negotiate peace, but even this No sincerity."

  Boin looked at the book: "They didn't know that Veraker was not Chris, so they decided that he was an important hostage. Now that the World Expo is being held, our threat to them is still there. Of course they need some enough chips to deter us."

   "If Verac hasn't been released before our plan is implemented, it's not just us, he probably will too..." Daniel thought of Verak's ending.

   "That's Daimans Prison." Mentioning Daimans Prison, Boin's eyes flashed with fear, "Half a month has passed, and I don't know whether he can hold it."

"If you can't hold on, there's nothing you can do." Daniel sighed, "He lied to us for so long, and took away a million gold grams, and killed your friend Colin. We are trying to help him now, and we have done everything we can. .”

  Boin didn't speak anymore.

  (end of this chapter)

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