Enter the night, do it again

In the bathroom."That newcomer is a little interesting," Abruch said after seeing Ding Ze leave.

"Find out what happened to the newcomer," in the other direction, Bagwell told his men.

In two different corners, Michael and Westmoreland were silent and thoughtful.

In a blink of an eye.

Prison, Area A.

The hour from 7 p.m. to 8 p.m. is free time.

After eight o'clock, the prison door will be closed and will not open again until tomorrow morning.

It's just past seven o'clock.

Ding Ze stood in the corridor at the door of the cell, leaning against the railing, and looked at the prisoners below.

Many prisoners looked at him from time to time.

Ding Ze noticed it and ignored it. He searched for it and found the big man who followed the 'department store' during the day.

'Sao Rui.'

The discomfort caused by the first release during the day has weakened a lot by this time.

Then, the truth is that as long as you take the first step and do it next, it will be much easier.

Ding Ze silently meditated, withdrew his sight, turned back to his prison, and was ready to climb up.

At this time, Michael, who was holding a paper crane in his hand and leaning against the wall, suddenly made a voice, "Mr. Ding, has your memory recovered?"

Ding Ze heard it and smiled while moving. "It's a pity, no."

"It's really a pity," Michael answered. "Don't you remember the past at all?"

Ding Ze had already lay in bed, looked at Michael, and roughly guessed the meaning of the dialogue. "I can't say that I don't remember at all. Some important things are vaguely remembered."

Michael's expression remained unchanged, and his tone naturally asked, "That's not too bad... Is there any concern outside?"

Ding Ze grinned, "Of course, I remember that I have a lot of girlfriends outside, and I care about them very much."

"?????" Michael didn't expect to get this kind of answer, but immediately, thinking about Ding Ze's appearance, he understood, "It seems that Mr. Ding's previous life was very good."

"It should be, at least it has to be left and right, wives and concubines are in groups, and I'm drunk with gold." Anyway, I was idle, and Ding Ze said nonsense.

". ..." Michael was not interested in this aspect. He didn't want to continue the topic. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want to go out and live that life again?"

"What's the need to say? Do you think I like to stay here? Ding Ze asked with a smile, "This damn place has made me lose my memory. Of course I want to go out, but unfortunately, it seems that I can't go out. I have to be imprisoned for 40 years."

"There is always hope," Michael replied.

"That's all I can think about," Ding Ze said with a smile.

Michael didn't ask again. The state of silence has been restored.

Time flies.

Shortly after the prison guards finished naming, the prison doors were all closed.

It's still early. Most of the prisoners are noisy in their respective prisons.

Ding Ze was not sleepy for the time being. He opened his eyes and continued to calculate.

Get out of here, get a new identity, and then...

Are you going back to China?

Even if China does not have the same integrated world of film and television...

He has no family there, and it doesn't seem to make much sense to go back.

What's more.

Staying in the United States seems to be more likely to live a good life. After all, this period is chaotic, and in troubled times, it is easy to be a hero...

So, if you stay, how can you develop?

Take away the money from Westmoreland and do business honestly????

Or, use that money as start-up capital, go to Colombia, meet Pablo Escova, and have a crazy capital accumulation????

The latter is very exciting to think about.

Ding Ze had a reverie.

Unconsciously.

The lights in the prison area went out.

The prisoners fell asleep one after another.

Ding Ze was also a little sleepy, so he took a deep breath silently, summoned the recovered five poisonous insects, and informed the target.

In the dark.

The five poisonous insects the size of flies left Ding Ze and crawled towards the target.

——

In an apartment.

"Dr. Tancredi, the preliminary autopsy results of the body you sent this morning have come out. The deceased, as you guessed, did die of poisoning."

Sarah, who was curled up on the sofa and read a book, heard the person on the other side of the mobile phone say this and immediately got up solemnly, "Thank you. Have you found out what poison is in the deceased?"

"Not for the time being. The toxin is still being analyzed. At present, it can only be determined that there is more than one toxin, and they are all uncommon poisons!"

Sarah was surprised, "More than one?"

"Uh-huh."

"You said it's not a common poison. Can it be understood that the deceased can't be a poison in carelessness?"

"It's almost impossible!"

"Okay, thank you. Please let me know as soon as the specific toxin is analyzed," Sarah said solemnly.

"Okay."

Hang up the phone.

Sarah immediately called the prison director Pop to inform him of the news.

But I didn't think about it.

Before the phone could dial, it rang.

I saw the call from the infirmary of Fox River Prison.

"Dr. Tancredi, another prisoner died in Area A, exactly the same as Big in the morning!" The prison guard said on the phone, "Is it convenient for you to come here immediately?"

Sarah heard it and her heart sank, "I'll be there soon!"

With that, Sarah moved and was about to leave, suddenly thought, "Is the warden going too?"

"He has already set out and will be there soon."

"Okay, me too."

About half an hour later.

In the infirmary.

Sarah carefully examined the deceased Bowman lying in the hospital bed next to her. After that, she rushed to Pop with a solemn face and said, "Prison, although the analysis results have not been completely out yet, I think it should not be wrong. Someone murdered the two prisoners with poison."

Pop's face was already gloomy and almost bleeding. "I have been managing the Fox River Prison for decades, and I have never encountered such a killing method!!!"

"Where did the murderer get the poison???"

Sarah shook her head. "It's up to you to check it, and as soon as possible... I think these two prisoners are just the beginning, and then there will be prisoners, and even prison guards will keep dying."

How could Pop not have thought of this? He was silent for a moment, "It's difficult to find out just by knowing that someone is poisoning and not knowing the method of poisoning..."

"Okay, you can urge the autopsy and explain the situation to them. I'll go to Area A to deal with it now."

Leaving this sentence, Pop immediately left. As he walked, he told the prison guard captain Berrick beside him, "Call the prison guards who are fine now and go to Area A."

"Oin!" Berwick simply answered.

——

Area A.

About 30 minutes ago.

Prison No. 40.

[You successfully released Bowman-Smith, reward: stealing (elementary).]

In the dark, lying in bed, Ding Ze heard the sound in his head and was slightly surprised.

'Wing Chunquan, let's not mention...'

'First it was the art of gag, and then the art of stealing...'

'It seems that something is wrong...'

(End of this chapter)