"I heard", Clyde looked up at Nick, with his hands behind his head and said indifferently, "This lesson tells us that we must be punctual in life, so you are the murderer of Bill Renault's death". Flash Dance

"It's okay if you want to be a life coach, but you don't think it's too cruel to use the methods," Nick said with a sad face.

"Hey, Nick, in my ten years of experience, it is useless to preach without blood," Clyde said lying on his legs, "You see, I believe that in the days to come, you will definitely be a very punctual person."

Nick cursed inwardly, "Then why did you kill your cellmate? Don't tell me that shit because your cellmate is scum."

"Why?" said Clyde, rolling his eyes, "because there are always people who think they are superior, and you have to use the most cruel means to make him understand that he is nothing.

You didn't see Mr. Prison Warden's expression just now, it's really wonderful, and he must understand after that, even if he has the final say here, don't want to do whatever he wants."

Clyde sat up, walked to the front of the cell, looked at the grim-faced Nick outside the door, and said, "This lesson also tells us that everyone is responsible for their own actions, so, you see, if the warden wants to play tricks with me, I will play with him, and the game is exciting."

Nick didn't believe it, but it was good for Clyde to be locked up in a confinement cell, lest the madman do anything to the other prisoners, and it was better to stay until after the trial.

After that, no matter how much Nick stirred up the conversation, Clyde just lay in bed and didn't speak.

Unable to speak, Nick left the confinement cell, called his boss, and made an appointment to meet Judge Roberts tomorrow to apply that Clyde be kept until the end of the trial.

As soon as Nick left, Clyde lay on the bed and slept with his head covered, and in the middle of the night that night, Clyde woke up and listened quietly for half an hour.

After making sure that the two prison guards guarding him outside the confinement room had indeed left, he quietly pressed a switch under the washstand in the confinement room, climbed into the tunnel he had dug himself, and came to a basement of several dozen square meters.

Walked up to the prepared surveillance equipment, pressed a few times on the keyboard, and the picture of a large house appeared in the monitor, clicked with the mouse, and the screen moved to a bedroom, Clyde smiled and muttered, "Wait for me, Judge Roberts".

Taking off his prisoner's uniform and putting on his own makeup, Clyde drove to Judge Roberts' home with the equipment he had prepared.

His revenge plan had been in the works for ten years, so Clyde knew everything about everyone involved in his wife's and daughter's case, even the keys to Judge Roberts' house. Flash Dance

It took an hour to reach his destination and open the door with the key, and Clyde swaggered into Judge Roberts' house, using tools to put a bugging device and a miniature bomb into Roberts's phone.

Then he went back to the confinement room the same way, lying on the bed and silently thinking that if Roberts died tomorrow, he would definitely stay in the confinement room in the future, and never think about going anywhere.

And that's what he expected.

As soon as he got to work the next morning, Nick and his boss, Bruce Mac, arrived at Judge Roberts' office.

After taking the application from the two, Roberts casually threw the application on the table after reading it, "You came to see me early in the morning to extend Clyde's confinement?"

Bruce Mac nodded, "You should have read yesterday's report, that madman not only killed Bill Renault's lawyer, but also broke his cellmate's neck like a nervous break, so we are worried that if that madman comes out of confinement and kills people like crazy?"

"But the outside world is staring at us now, and the risk of signing this kind of document is too high in this sensitive period," Roberts hesitated, pointing to the document on the table, "unless you give me a reasonable and legitimate reason."

Seeing that Roberts had actually agreed in his heart, Bruce Mac smiled and took out a document and handed it to her, "This document should solve your problem."

Roberts took the document and looked at it a few times, leaned back in his chair and pondered for a few seconds, picked up the pen and signed his name on the document, "I signed the document, but don't expect me to be always."

"Buckle, buckle, buckle", a knock on the door came.

Bruce Mac hurriedly put the papers Roberts had just signed into his briefcase, and Roberts sat up straight again and said "Please come in."

"Click" opened the door, and I saw my secretary Jenny and a middle-aged man in a colonel's uniform, as well as a tall middle-aged man in civilian clothes, walking in.

"What's the matter, Jenny," Roberts asked his secretary strangely.

"There's a document that has just arrived, and it says you're going to deal with it right away," Jenny said briskly over to Roberts, handing her not a paperwork, but a note.

Roberts took it suspiciously, but saw that the note read, 1, in an emergency, don't do what we instructed.

After reading the note, Roberts just wanted to ask, but before he could speak, he was immediately covered by his secretary, and before she could get angry, she heard Jenny whisper in her ear,

I verified their identity and they said that something was going to happen that endangered your personal safety".

Roberts looked at Jenny in a panic, and when he saw Jenny nodding, he nodded hurriedly, and Jenny let go of the hand covering her mouth.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell", a cell phone rang suddenly from Roberts's phone on his desk.

Before she could pick up the phone, the middle-aged man in civilian clothes walked over quickly, picked up the phone with his gloved hand, and then raised his fingers to signal everyone not to speak.

Without waiting for everyone to ask, the man in civilian clothes carefully walked to the corner of the office, flipped through the mobile phone, and then the mobile phone exploded immediately.

Clyde, who was in the prison confinement room, hung up the phone satisfied, opened the secret door, threw the phone into the basement, closed the door, and lay on the bed, waiting for someone to interrogate him.

And on the side of Roberts's office, Roberts, who was frightened by the bomb and almost fell to the ground, screamed at the men in military uniforms and civilian clothes, "Hell, what is this, what is this, why is my phone exploding?"

The man in civilian clothes shook his somewhat numb hands, took off his gloves, looked at them, and made sure that his hands were just numb from the shock, and there were no other problems, before he smiled and said to the air, "Solved, Mr. Devon Hill."

It wasn't long before William opened Roberts' office door and walked in, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, I'm William Devon Hill."

Seeing William come in, the frightened crowd couldn't help but froze, but Nick reacted quickly, stood up and looked at William, "What the hell is going on?"

William didn't answer Nick's words, but smiled and said to the middle-aged man in military uniform, "Benny, you are the landlord, come on!"