Twenty Seven Years Chapter 127

  Chapter 127 Waves

  October 3rd, afternoon

  Daymans prison, interrogation room

   "Let's talk about it, what did you gain after letting the wind go today?" Lecter brought Veraker to the interrogation room again, and asked Veraker about the progress of extracting the golden clue from Keating.

"I haven't asked yet." Verak didn't expect that just after the first day's briefing was over, Lecter couldn't wait to find him to ask about the situation. What he can do now is to find a reason to extend the time as much as possible and win more "This matter is not that simple. Keating is still very vigilant. I think it will take a while."

  Lecter raised his eyebrows: "How long is a period of time?"

"I don't know either." Verak didn't dare to say a time rashly. He wasn't sure if Lecter had seen through their purpose, or if he didn't see through it now but he might find out in the future, whether it's reported for a week, a month or half a year. Very passive, "But Keating seems to be in a good mood today. As long as the conditions are sufficient, I don't think it will be a problem to complete this matter smoothly."

   "Don't give me ambiguous and useless nonsense." Lecter grinned, his voice impatient and contemptuous, "Tell me a moment, clarify what conditions are required, and the consequences of not being able to do it."

   "...Okay, I think..." Veraker didn't continue speaking for a long time, he really couldn't figure out what Lecter was thinking.

  Lecter was not a good person and allowed him to take Keating out, but knowing that the matter would not be resolved so easily and quickly, he became aggressive on the first day.

   This is the most difficult opponent he has encountered in such a long time, and the most difficult to deal with.

   "Hurry up," Lecter urged.

   "One year." Verac reported long enough, in fact, everything will be settled with the end of the World's Fair in a few months.

   "It's been too long, I'll give you a month at most." Lecter was not satisfied with this answer.

Regardless of whether one month is enough or not, Veraker has to try to get more, so he said: "One month is too short, it's useless for you to embarrass me. This matter really depends on Keating...I think it needs at least Six months."

   Lecter shook his head: "Three months."

   "Three months is still—" Veraker couldn't accept it.

   "Tell me what else is needed?" Lecter interrupted Veraker and asked the second question directly.

"...I don't know. Anyway, it's going well. What I said just now means that Keating may ask for more in the future, and we need to provide some actively or passively." The release time has been set, Verac had no choice but to concentrate on answering the remaining questions, and tried his best to expand the space for display, "This will only be revealed at a certain point, and it is meaningless to say it now."

   Lecter didn't delve into this point, and asked the last one: "What about the consequences of not being able to do it?"

   "What do you mean?" Verak asked.

   "I've provided you with so much help, if you haven't done it for so long, you should bear my loss, right?" When Lecter said this, madness appeared on his face again. The lunatic never gave up his abuse, even killing Verak.

   "How do you want me to bear it?" Verac's face turned cold.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Lecter pursed his lips, "Just thinking about this can keep me happy, do you feel how much I appreciate you? ...Since you don't know the first two points yourself, it will take time Answer. Then I will do the same, don't rush to tell you what you need to bear, and just do as I say, how about it?"

  Verak snorted: "I have the right to refuse?"

   "Of course not." Lecter said as expected.

   "Is there anything else?" Veraker didn't want to stay in this oppressive and cold interrogation room any longer. "If there is nothing else, I will leave first and continue to ask Keating about the whereabouts of gold."

   Lecter looked around, rubbing his hands together: "Well... there's nothing wrong."

  Verak got up and walked to the door.

   "If you need any help, remember to contact me as soon as possible. I wish you all the best, and say good night in advance." Lecter sat on the interrogation table, shaking his legs, and waved goodbye to Verak.

  Verak didn't respond, he opened the door of the interrogation room with ease, and followed the two armed prison guards outside the door back to cell 208.

  Lecter lay back on the interrogation table, staring blankly at the ceiling.

   "Deputy warden, do you still need to keep an eye on them in the square?" A prison guard walked in and asked.

"Let's keep an eye on them for another two days. I wonder how they can get in touch with other people." Lecter closed his eyes, "If they still don't make any movement within two days, just leave them alone and let them contact freely in the square. Activity."

   "Understood." The prison guard stepped back.

  Lecter turned sideways, smelling the **** smell from the interrogation table and the entire interrogation room, showing an intoxicated expression, and unconsciously fell asleep.

"...That's it." After returning to Cell 208, Verac relayed the conversation with Lecter to Keating, "I can't understand the logic of his behavior at all, and I don't understand why he lost his mind on the first day. Are you so anxious, is it just to make things difficult for me, to torture me in another form?"

   "Maybe." After listening, Keating's face lost a rare smile because of his focus on contemplation, "Or maybe, he has already seen us through."

  Verak was stunned first, then shook his head: "How could he see it?"

"What we do, you can say it's easy to see through, or say you can't see it through." Keating looked outside the cell door, because at this point the other prisoners were still working, and they were the only ones imprisoned in the entire basement, so they patrolled. There are only two prison guards, "There is no logical problem with our previous disguise and fabricated rhetoric, that is to say, it may indeed be true. But if Lecter and the others apply another layer of logic, which is our true Thinking about it, then all of this naturally makes sense. Since there are two possibilities, how can he, as the warden, only focus on the good result?"

   "But if that's the case..." Verak remembered that during the morning briefing, the prison guards scolded other prisoners not to contact them, "then we will almost advance the plan while he is watching."

"If you want to understand the logic of Lecter's behavior, you must at least know what kind of person he is. He is a lunatic, and this is his paradise. As a son of a nobleman, he is willing to stay in such a harsh environment because there are people here. Something that fascinated him." Keating analyzed Lecter to deconstruct the problem.

  Verak's pupils shrunk: "Torture and tease others."

   Keating glanced at Verak meaningfully: "Yes, so if you put this in, what he did becomes understandable."

   "Hmm..." Verak thought about it.

   Keating clicked again, leaving enough room for Verac to think for himself, and didn't publish all the answers by himself.

"If he really chooses to believe that I'm not trying to trick you, but to join hands to escape from prison, then his connivance is actually to tease us." Verak's eyes are complicated, and this conclusion is not good news, "He just wants us Escape from prison, then observe us from a high place, come out when our plan reaches the last step, and beat us back to the bottom. The feeling of personally destroying our hope of giving is the source of his pleasure."

"And this kind of thing has happened many times. During the six months since he came to Daimans Prison to work, he often secretly encouraged prisoners to have the idea of ​​escape, deliberately created loopholes in the prison, and lured them to riot and escape, and then used violence to control violence. It is a matter of course. To vent, to kill for fun." Keating said.

   "The worst result is that he is playing us." Verac came to the final conclusion.

   Keating said "Hmm", "This is very likely."

   "Then I'll let him play off." Verak's eyes sharpened.

  Daymans Prison, Office

  At night, Warden Adel called Lecter over again. This time he didn't talk about canceling Verac and Keating's release, nor did he try to dissuade Lecter from restraining himself a little bit here, but directly hit Lecter's lifeblood: "Your father contacted me this afternoon, and he said that he is already in Lazer paved the way for the future because of you, it's time for you to go back."

   Lecter, who has been in a state of depression since entering the door, immediately sobered up after hearing this: "Why?"

  Why this question is too broad, Adel did not answer.

   "Did you say something to him?!" Lecter realized that their conversation this morning was not pleasant, and Adel probably contacted his father because of this, saying bad things about him and transferring him away.

"It was your father who took the initiative to contact me to inquire about your situation, and passed the news to me by the way." Adel didn't want to provoke this lawless young man, and clarified, "If you don't believe it, you might as well think about it, your How much does your father need to pay to pave the way for you, and is your father really willing to let you stay here forever."

Lecter calmed down and sat down, showing a fake smile: "Uncle Adel, do you still remember what I mentioned to you? No one has ever paid attention to or cared about this prison. It is too wronged. So we can exchange it, I will stay as the warden, you go to Laizein, and let my father help you arrange a job with more decent conditions and better conditions."

"Do you think it's possible?" Adel said, "When you are a deputy warden, you will almost ignore me. There have been more than ten riots and prison escapes in the prison within half a year, not to mention the prisoners, and the prison guards were injured. There are more than twenty disabled people. If I really leave, I don't even need to think about what kind of ghost this place will become.”

   "So you disagree?" Lecter's smile froze.

"I don't agree, and neither will your father." Adel shook his head slightly, "Don't think about staying here anymore, and cherish the opportunity your father gave you. If there are no other accidents, you can take the handover Work, wait for the twelfth of this month, and leave by boat."

   There are only nine days until the twelfth.

  Lecter's mouth twitched, but he still smiled stiffly: "Uncle Adel, there is one thing that has always puzzled me."

"Say."

"Don't you think Laizein is better? Going to a better place, having a higher title and treatment, shouldn't be what you dream of?" Lecter asked, "What are you doing here? Why put my Tell my father the truth? You obviously only need to praise me for working here and benefiting a lot, so I can stay. You also know that not only will I not expose you for cheating my father, but I will also help you fight for a huge Benefit."

   "No comment on this."

"Oh, no comment?" Lecter stood up with a sneer, "Or, you don't care about the prosperity of Laizein, nor the power. Then you can just tell me what you need to leave here, and I will Satisfy you."

  Adel also stood up.

  Lecter himself is not low, but Adel is a full head taller than him, and his robust body is also more than a circle larger than him. Coupled with the murderous aura, the coercion of the whole person is very strong.

"Money? Women? These are all easy to handle. Just tell me the amount, or tell me what type of woman you like, and which country's women, and I can guarantee to help you achieve it within ten days." Lecter felt that he had figured it out. Del's real interest.

   "I don't need it." Adel looked down at Lecter.

   "Then tell me, what exactly do you want? What else do you want besides money, power, and sex?" Lecter's unruly state was suppressed by Adel's aura, and his expression and tone sank.

   "No comment, just go and pack your things and do the handover." Adel bypassed Lecter, walked to the filing cabinet beside him, and rummaged through the materials.

   Seeing that Adel was almost ignoring him, Lecter smiled, opened the door and left without saying anything.

  October 4th, morning.

  Villac and Keating have kept the same schedule. They woke up early in the morning, washed up, and had breakfast before starting their routine lectures. Keating continued to explain various experiences, Dunman language, and Bash language to Verak.

After the lecture, it was nine o'clock when it was time to release the wind again. Feeling a little better, Verac helped Keating into the wheelchair himself, and was escorted by the prison guards to the first floor, then turned right and passed the three railroad The door reached the square.

   Arriving at the square for the second time, the situation did not improve, and the other prisoners still avoided Verac and Keating. Verak tried to contact, but was immediately stopped by the prison guards, and the prison guards did not threaten Verak, but threatened the contacted person, which made the prisoners in the square even more frightened. Seeing Verak and Keating was like seeing death Same.

  The situation became serious.

   "Lecter must have given the order." Verak pushed his wheelchair forward with a sullen face, "Sooner or later they will completely cut off the idea of ​​contacting us."

  Where they walked, other prisoners avoided a distance of more than 14 or 15 meters, so that they did not have to speak too small.

   "Let's put this session on hold for now." Keating suggested, "Let's focus on other aspects first."

   "That's the only way to go." Feeling powerless, Verak agreed with Keating's idea.

  (end of this chapter)

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