Are you surprised? Are you surprised?

Abruc's movements are very fast.In the afternoon, Ding Ze joined PI and was called to work in a small house next to the playground.

Michael and Lincoln are the same.

The two brothers are working not far apart while chatting in a low voice.

Abruch stood aside and looked at the two brothers Ding Ze and Michael from time to time.

"Boss, why did you let the three of them join?" Instead of one of Quinn's men, he asked Abruch incomprehensible.

Abruci narrowed his eyes slightly, "Closer to your friends, closer to your enemies."

My men's brains were not enough. If they were thinking about it, they didn't say anything.

At this time.

Michael glanced at Abruch quietly, followed, and whispered to Lincoln, "So far, the plan is going well. Next, there is a very critical matter that needs to be solved. After solving this problem, we can officially start work.

Lincoln asked, "What's the matter?"

"My roommate. I can't know who my roommate is until I come in," Michael replied. "If we want to leave, I have to have my roommate with me, otherwise I can't do anything in prison."

"So, what's the problem? Doesn't that boy want to leave? Lincoln asked.

Michael shook his head. "I've been in for a few days, but I still can't figure him out. I haven't asked yet... That man is very strange. I have a bad feeling."

Lincoln looked at Ding Ze, who was turning into a painter and brushing, "What do you mean?"

"It's not good to say, he gives me the feeling that he doesn't care about the outside, and it doesn't matter if he stays here..." Speaking of this, Michael has a headache. "He always smiles and can't see what he's thinking. It's hard to be sure how true or false he says... I even feel that compared with Abruch's Some people, he wants to be more terrible.

Lincoln was silent for a moment, "What should I do?"

Michael frowned slightly, "We don't have much time. I'm going to try him. If not, I'll think of a way to change to a roommate."

"Can you do it?"

"It's man-made."

That's all the two brothers said about Ding Ze.

Ding Ze naturally noticed the conversation between the two brothers and roughly guessed that the two brothers were discussing him.

However, he didn't care much.

Because he has already had a solution to this.

'It's tonight.'

'Comrade Michael, it's time for you to experience the surprise.'

Silently, Ding Ze continued to concentrate on brushing the wall.

He didn't know what was going on, but he felt that he was inexplicably calm when doing this kind of work.

This makes him feel comfortable.

In a blink of an eye.

Evening.

The canteen will reopen at noon today.

At lunch, many prisoners either chose not to eat or ate tremblingly.

As a result, no one was poisoned.

Therefore, after dinner, the prisoners were much calmer, and only some of them were extremely afraid of death and a little afraid.

After eating, taking a shower, and returning to the prison in Area A, the next step is about an hour of free activity time. Before that, there will be a rallay.

Ding Ze stood in front of the railing outside the prison door and looked carefully at the first floor.

A group of white people from Bagwell gathered together and stared sharply at the group of black people diagonally opposite Franklin.

The reverse is also true.

The smell of gunpowder in the eyes of both sides should not be too strong.

The war is imminent.

'Don't fight tonight. I haven't got a weapon yet.'

Ding Ze said silently.

In the original play, before the black-and-white war, the prison guards who knew clearly that there would be this war suddenly launched an operation to collect contraband in the prison in Area A.

This action hasn't happened yet, so during the day, he thought about it and didn't go to the 'department store' to get a weapon.

It doesn't make sense to do it. You still have to throw it away later, otherwise once you are found by the prison guard, you will have to be locked up for a few days.

He is not happy to be locked up.

Fortunately.

Until the end of the free time, the black-and-white war did not start.

Ding Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

Time flies.

The prisoners returned to the prison, the prison doors were closed, and the prisoners' nightlife came.

Michael, wearing a long-sleeved coat, silently went to the pool and washed his clothes.

Ding Ze sat on the bed, leaned against the wall, looked at Michael, and smiled, "Michael, I've always had a question and want to ask you."

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Michael looked back at Ding Ze and asked.

"Your tattoo is very interesting," Ding Ze said with a smile.

"Mr. Ding, this is not a problem," Michael's expression moved slightly and did not look back.

"Don't worry, the question will come soon," Ding Ze deliberately lowered the volume. "The question is, why is there a building drawing hidden in your tattoo?"

As soon as this comes out.

Buzz!

Michael was shocked, and his body stiffened, and he was shocked.

See the situation.

Hey hey.

Are you surprised? Are you surprised?

Ding Ze smiled brightly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

After a few seconds, Michael successfully forced himself to hide his shock and replied as calmly as possible, "Mr. Ding, I don't understand what you're talking about."

This is very interesting.

Ding Ze did not hesitate and continued to stimulate, "Isn't it? I don't think so. After all, you are a genius. I'm curious, where did you get the drawings of this prison?

Thump!!!!!

Michael's expression changed sharply, and his breathing became much heavier in an instant.

Followed.

To this point, I don't understand it. Obviously, it does more harm than good, and it is too passive.

Michael was not a passive person, so he immediately turned around and looked up at Ding Ze, who was sitting in the upper bunk.

Ding Ze smiled brightly.

The two of them looked at each other like this, and neither of them spoke.

After a while.

Michael, with a gloomy face, still had to choose to admit defeat. After all, he wanted to save Lincoln, and he couldn't afford the consequences of this revelation.

Michael opened his mouth and struggled for the last time. "Mr. Ding, you probably read it wrong. Before I went to prison, I was a construction engineer. My tattoo was just a work I designed."

"Michael," Ding Ze was not in a hurry, and his performance was light, and he was more excited. "Are you sure you want to insist on saying that? Your plan is to start with this prison, and stick to it. As your roommate, I'm going to change my mind.

Michael: ". ..."

This is so special.

In an sudden, Michael's face was almost as gloomy as the cloudy sky before the storm.

As a habit of taking the initiative, he is good at planning strategies, and controls all kinds of things within a controllable range. He believes that this rescue is impossible to make a big deal of trouble...

In the face of such a huge fac in front of him, Michael couldn't help but feel like he had been struck by lightning, and his head was buzzing...

This state lasted for a long time.

"Whom the hell are you?" Michael calmed his mind and asked in horror.

(End of this chapter)