That boy is a little disrespectful.

The work of PI is over.

Ding Ze and others returned to the prison under the leadership of the prison guards.

As soon as they got to the second floor, Ding Ze and Michael saw a prison guard standing at the door of cell 40.

See this scene.

Ding Ze thought for a moment and guessed that Pop should be here to inform Michael about the transfer of prison.

Naturally, Michael didn't know anything, but was puzzled.

When you are about to get to the door of prison No. 40.

The prison guard waiting at the gate of the prison immediately reached out to stop Ding Ze, "Ding Ze, wait outside."

Then, he said to Michael, "Scofield, you go in, the warden will find you."

As soon as Michael heard this, his doubts doubled. He couldn't figure out what had happened and silently walked into his prison.

Ding Ze stood against the wall and waited quietly.

The communication between Pop and Michael didn't last long.

But in a few minutes.

Pop left.

Ding Ze, who clearly heard the whole dialogue, returned to prison.

Michael frowned slightly and sat on his bed with a thoughtful face.

"What are you thinking about?" Ding Ze felt that he needed to ask. After all, they are now accomplices, and it will be unreasonable not to ask.

Michael didn't answer the question, "What Pop said, did you hear it?"

"I heard it."

"It seems that he meant that the higher person asked him to transfer me away," Michael said puzzledly. "I'm wondering, who will it be?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "This is simple, I know."

"?????" Michael was really shocked. He looked at Ding Ze with his eyes wider. "How did you know?"

"It doesn't matter," Ding Ze smiled perfunctorily.

Michael's eyes became complicated and he was speechless for a few seconds without asking, "Who is going to move me away?"

"It's the same group of people who want Lincoln to sit in the electric chair," Ding Ze replied.

"Do you know the name?" Myrk asked.

Ding Ze shook his head, "It's not good for you to know now."

"?????" Michael was a little confused. After thinking about it, he still didn't ask any more questions. He planned to figure it out by himself, so he asked something else, "A group of people? Isn't there more than one?"

"Of course, designing such a plan to kill Lincoln can't be completed alone."

Ding Ze said, climbed to the upper berth and lay down, "But don't worry too much. That's what that's the case. It's not that powerful. Otherwise, Lincoln would have died long ago. Think about it, it's so hard to kill a Lincoln who has nothing. How powerful can those people be?

Of course, if you want to be serious, it's nonsense.

The fundamental reason why Lincoln has come to this point, and there has never been an unclear lunch box is that the 'company's plan is to force Lincoln's father to appear...

However, if Lincoln really died casually before the execution, this goal would not be achieved 100%.

But it doesn't matter. Michael doesn't know at the moment. It's okay to tease Michael with this kind of nonsense.

When Michael heard it, he was speechless for a moment.

Listen to this, why is there something wrong?

"Are you kidding me?" After a moment of silence, Michael had a voice, "Those people can arrange to transfer to supervision. The power must be very strong, and it can't be as you said."

"Power is not equal to being powerful," Ding Ze continued to be perfunctory, followed by, and didn't plan to say more. "It's useless for you to think about this now. After you go out, you will get in touch with them sooner or later. Think about it slowly. I'll sleep for a while."

"Okay."

Michael answered, but of course, he didn't really want to.

In fact, Michael thought more.

For example, how high is the status of those who designed and framed Lincoln, what kind of people may be, and what is the purpose...

For example, what's wrong with Ding Ze, why he seems to know everything, and how to know...

In fact, if it hadn't been quietly confirmed with Pop before, it would have been confirmed that Ding Ze came in more than a month earlier than him... He really suspected that Ding Ze was a pawn of those who inserted in to ensure that Lincoln would be executed.

Michael thought about it, but he couldn't think about it.

However, although he couldn't figure out Ding Ze's root, there was one thing he figured out, or could see it.

Ding Ze is definitely planning something.

There is no doubt about this.

Michael felt a little annoyed about this.

He doesn't know what Ding Ze is planning for the time being, but vaguely feels that he may conflict with his plan!!!

'We have to figure it out as soon as possible!'

Michael rubbed his forehead, glanced at Ding Ze, who was sleeping in the upper bunk, and said silently.

——

Time flies.

In a blink of an eye.

Lunch time.

Canteen.

Bagwell, who had quietly got a "hand-made" dagger in the morning, finished eating three or two, and stared at Michael, waiting for the opportunity to do it.

Bagwell's intention is not too obvious in the eyes of those who are familiar with him.

Ding Ze saw it, and so did Abruch.

Michael didn't notice at all and was concentrantingly asking Westmoreland for advice on how to prevent the transfer of prison.

Abruch looked at Michael and Bagwell, and then his eyes fell on Michael.

About the next short-term life.

Since he was moved by the idea of killing Farzen, he thought a lot this morning.

For him.

If Ding Ze can take him out soon, it will be the best.

Following Ding Ze is his first choice.

But he had to be ready for Ding Ze to take him out in the end, and he couldn't put all the bet on Ding Ze.

Therefore, before he couldn't go out, Michael, who might really know the whereabouts of Fibonach, was still useful...

In case Ding Ze's side doesn't work, he can still rely on Michael to get the whereabouts of Fibonaci, temporarily stabilize Farzeng, protect his family, and finally go out with Michael...

In short.

For now, Michael can't die yet.

So, thinking about it over and over again, Abruch decided to ask Ding Ze, so as to avoid the two ends falling together, so he got up and walked to Ding Ze and whispered, "I'm afraid your roommate won't live until the afternoon. What are you going to do?"

"You help him," Ding Ze took a sip of soup and replied. "He is alive, and it can be used as your backup plan. It's still useful to let him live."

'This guy, why do you know everything?' Abruc was shocked and speechless: ". ..."

Ding Ze didn't care and didn't plan to save Michael.

Michael is not a beauty. What's more, he can't let anyone go. It's a pure effort and no reward.

What the hell.

"Just beat Bagwell. Don't kill him. He's useful," Ding Ze added. "In addition, I have a suggestion."

"What advice?" Abruch asked.

"I suggest you arrange the arrangement, seize the opportunity, and save Michael when he is about to die, so that he owes you a life and let him respect you... That guy is indeed a little disrespectful to you," Ding Ze looked at Abruzzi and said with a smile.

From a certain point of view, this really comes to Abruc's heart.

At that time, Abrucchi couldn't help but have a feeling of meeting the same kind to Ding Ze.

Respect!

As a gang boss, Abruc really cares about respect, and his attitude towards Michael is really unpleasant.

Hear this.

Abruch smiled and said, "Mr. Ding, before you came in, you were really just a street gangster?"

Ding Ze nodded, "But I have watched a lot of movies and TV series and learned a lot."

(End of this chapter)