I stopped abruptly, thinking I had misheard.
Vice President Wang seems to be talking about Aunt Zhang just now He was locked up in this closed cell, how did he know about Aunt Zhang?
If it is said that Vice Dean Yang's death, he may have overheard it through the news or the conversations of the prison guards, then it is absolutely impossible for him to know about the fact that Aunt Zhang has left.
"You know what" I turned, back to the front of my cell.
"Your good Aunt Zhang, she betrayed you, she asked you to stay in her house, don't go anywhere, it's not to protect you at all, it's to let others monitor you all the time."
He said slyly.
I opened my mouth in surprise because I didn't expect him to know in such detail.
"Do you think such words can fool me" I was more calm than I had imagined, and his words did not shake the impression that Aunt Zhang gave me, not even the slightest.
"You can believe it or not, I'm just reminding you anyway."
He glanced at his lips and turned to lie down on the mattress, as if he were on vacation.
"If Aunt Zhang wants to deliberately let others spy on us, she doesn't have to leave the house at all, as long as she accompanies us, she can personally monitor our every move."
"Stupid."
Vice President Wang closed his eyes and said coldly.
I finally became angry, I can't tell if Aunt Zhang deceived us or Vice President Qi Wang said bad things about Aunt Zhang behind her back.
He sighed and said, "Hey, if she stays at home, you may see the flaws, so she will leave, and I guess it was the people of the Liumang Sect who asked her to leave."
Vice President Wang's eyes opened slightly after speaking, "However, there is one thing you can also relax a little bit, she must have been sincere to you before, and she must have her helplessness in betraying you this time, she is a good woman, I am still very sure of this." ” Hearing him say this, I finally felt a little more comfortable, and then asked him where Aunt Zhang was.
"Then how do I know," he was a little impatient, "maybe someone was taken to study some virus agent or something, in fact, I have already seen that she has been hiding her talent, staying in the hospital and willing to be a small director of surgery, and still talking to me, but because of those unspeakable things in the hospital." ” "What the hell are you trying to say?"
He sat up suddenly, glared at me, didn't say anything, and had a reproachful look in his eyes.
I was even more confused, not knowing what he was trying to do, and he didn't seem to want me to continue the discussion with him.
Then he gave me a look, as if to get me out of here.
I am even more convinced that Vice President Wang has something inconvenient to say to me, and since he said that I will come back to him soon, I have decided that today's visit will end here, and everything will be said next time, although I don't know why there will be a next time.
I slowly stepped back, turned and walked out.
"Eh, this" Vice President Wang pointed to the top of the glass wall, and I remembered that I hadn't lowered the big iron sheet yet, so I entered the password, and Vice President Wang finally disappeared from my sight.
On the short journey to the elevator, my mind was still racing, thinking back to what Vice President Wang had just said, and speculating on other meanings in his words.
When I walked to cell two, I heard another "giggle" shrill laugh coming from inside, the same one I heard when I first came here, presumably another psychopathic murderer.
But soon, I could hear that in the midst of that "giggle" laughter, there was a phrase in which he said vaguely, "What is my favorite thing to be late?"
I stopped and looked at cell two, where only the sound came from his cell in the quiet hallway.
This time, I heard clearly, and what he said was: Tell me, what is your favorite food.
The voice grabbed me at once, and I couldn't help but walk over there.
His voice suddenly grew louder, as if he knew I had already walked over, and he repeated it in my ear, accompanied by that terrible laugh.
I was completely stunned, as if my feet were pinned to the concrete floor, unable to move.
Eventually, a pair of strong hands grabbed my arms and dragged me straight into the elevator, the chain of which clicked and clicked.
At this time, I really came back to my senses, and looked at the tall prison guard next to me, as well as Lao Zheng with a worried expression, and the sweat on his back was already wet with his T-shirt.
"Who's in that cell?"
I was nervous.
One of the square-faced prison guards swallowed, his face expressionless.
The other prison guard, who was bigger, was the one I had spoken to, and told me the truth.
"He was there before I came here to work, and he had been imprisoned for many years, and I haven't read his case file in detail, but I heard that he has been imprisoned for twenty or thirty years."
"Thirty-one years."
The square-faced prison guard was right, obviously doing more homework than the big guy.
"Oh, that's thirty-one years, he's been locked up for a long time anyway, he's a serial killer, and every time he kills, he asks what your favorite food is."
"And then," I asked nervously.
The big prison guard pouted, "As long as the victim says the name of the food, he will try to get it, and if he can, he will make it for the victim himself, and when the victim eats it, the disaster will come."
It's fucking perverted. ” "The victim can eat too," I muttered.
"Of course you can eat it, he is said to be very charismatic, convincing and respectful, and you will treat him as a friend, the most trusted person.
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Anyway, the people he killed were willing to eat with him.
The square-faced prison guard said with a straight face, he obviously knew more about this perverted murderer.
I couldn't help but shudder, "Then why didn't you sentence him to death" "Who knows, I also think that even if he is mentally ill, he should be sentenced to death, anyway, I haven't seen him here, and the food is delivered through the small window at the bottom, and the iron sheet outside his cell is the only one that won't open.
He will be responsible for the hygiene of the cell himself, in fact, it will not be too dirty, dirty clothes and the like will come out through the small window.
The big guard muttered.
"Then who did he kill?"
asked Lao Zheng.
"Woman."
Said the hunk prison guard.
The square-faced prison guard added again: "It is a young woman, concentrated between the ages of 18 and 25, and these women have a common characteristic, secret prostitution.
So it's easier for him to get his hands on.
Alright, here's it, let the two colleagues above see you off. ” The square-faced guard said as he opened the door to the elevator, referring to the two guards who had brought us earlier.
I hadn't come back to my senses, and I kept thinking back to the words of the two prison guards just now, and I didn't know how to connect the messages.
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