After Lynch pressed the confirm button on thin ice, the phone screen changed to a special interface.

This interface looks strange, it is neither Chinese nor English, and it is not even the language of any people in this world.

In its place, language is replaced by some strange symbols, and it is estimated that no one can understand the meaning of these symbols.

But Mr. Lynch was already touching the keyboard, and his job was to take the new permutations of the symbols and edit them into a language code that people could understand.

Undoubtedly, this is the scientific research crystallization of the research and development team of the Huaxia Secret Service, which has dabbled in semiotics and game theory, and is known as one of the most difficult codes in the world to decipher.

In practice, symbolic ciphers are maddeningly difficult to decipher, often pushing teams of dozens of talented mathematicians and PhDs in cryptography to the brink of collapse.

This is another painful and boring process for Lynch, with many gaps, and he will even frown and face the cold walls to dig into the vague memories in the depths of his mind.

You must know that Lynch is a field agent, and infiltrating, stealing, and detonating are his forte.

And in the face of the dilemma in front of him, he had to do this kind of work like a veteran hacker, which he thought was simply a psychopath.

But most of the time, he still admires the members of the cracking team, if it weren't for them escorting him in secret, he wouldn't know where it was dangerous and where it was safe.

Two hours later, Lynch's fingers were covered in fine sweat, but the writing was already in its final stages.

After arranging the last symbol, he subconsciously looked out the window, it was still pitch black, and even the bleak moonlight couldn't shine in.

Glancing at the phone's battery, it had been consumed to only ten percent left, he didn't dare to slack off, and after saving the information, he pressed the shutdown button.

There is no power socket in the confinement room, so how to charge the phone has become a hassle.

Goo-dong.

A big sip of white wine went down to his stomach, and the spicy and stimulating inferior taste almost choked him with tears.

Lynch really wanted to scold his mother, even if the price was so outrageous, the thing turned out to be fake, he picked up the wine bottle and fell on the floor as if angry.

There was the sound of glass breaking in the darkness, and a pungent smell of alcohol filled the air.

However, in Lynch's opinion, this is at least much better than disinfectant, and he is considering whether to break the remaining bottle.

It was with such a grudge that he accompanied Lynch through the first long night in Watergate Prison.

When I woke up, the sky was already bright, and the sunlight was like flowing water, squeezing in through the cracks in the iron window.

Although this does not improve Lynch's living environment in any way, it will at least make people feel more cheerful, people always like beautiful things, and this is the case for Lynch.

He didn't get up right away, because even if he did, it was impossible to smell the smell of buckwheat bread and hot milk coming from the living room.

At this point in time, he has already run several laps around the landscape lake in the community, and he is often the first to get up and sit on the bluestone to collect the aura of heaven and earth. It wasn't until the eldest wife stood at the other end of the lake and called him back for breakfast that he would trot home humming a little song all the way. There is no doubt that my sister and sister-in-law must have been arguing again over a trivial matter, and then Lynch told them to compete like kindergarten children to see who could drink the milk in one go, and they always actively cooperated, and when they drank it all, they had to wait for a praise with an empty cup.

At the thought of this, the corners of Lynch's mouth curled, and he jumped up from the small wooden bed in a carp posture.

The bed creaked and creaked, and he was so shocked that it almost fell apart.

It was as if the prison area had been emptied, without the slightest word, and today was not a day off, and the prisoners were all escorted to the playground to do pointless heavy work.

For example, transporting a cart of broken stones from one end of the playground to the other, if anyone is caught lazy, basically misses the lunch at noon.

Although most of the time, the food is cabbage soup and hard leftover steamed buns, the vegetable soup is so light that there are only a few stars of oil and spicy on the surface.

It was only on the fortnightly Meal Improvement Day that the prisoners were served a meal of stewed bacon with radish vermicelli, and fish and shriveled chicken were also available during the New Year's holidays.

Lynch, who got up, walked to the pool and turned on the faucet, and waited for him to flow for a while before starting to wash, he really couldn't stand the smell of bleach in the water.

The icy tap water pounded on his face, making Lynch more calm, and as he peed on the horse pool, the iron door was slammed up.

Prison guards are rarely so polite, they just pick up their boots and yell at the prisoners like creditors.

"Did you just get up brother, you haven't even folded the quilt yet. "The one who spoke was the head of the melon, and he squeezed his face between the two rebars of the window like a mouse.

"Besides, it's all your fake wine, and I'm still dizzy to death. Lynch walked over and said uncomfortably, "Is there anything to eat?"

"Nope. Wogua Tou pointed to his empty cart, and then smiled: "But I personally have two boiled eggs, don't you mind?"

"Boiled eggs are more tempting to me now, than Yan Baoyi, say, how much do you want me?" Lynch quickly substituted for the sense of role.

"Ahem, you underestimate me too much, brother, although I am greedy for money, I still have two hard-boiled eggs. As he spoke, he already put his hand out of his pocket: "Even if you take it, I know what it feels like to be hungry, like being hollowed out, isn't it?"

Lynch's throat twitched, and he grabbed the egg from his dark palm, and eagerly peeled it and stuffed it into his mouth.

He needs some nutritional supplements, and although there is no food, he can still live like a normal person, but his mental state will have some impact to a greater or lesser extent.

Work like writing symbols requires a lot of energy to complete, and if you get distracted and make mistakes, you will lose more than you gain.

"Won't the guards give you breakfast?"

"Not only breakfast, but also lunch and dinner. Lynch laughed miserably.

"Then you must have offended one of them. Wogua Tou gave a conclusion, looked at no one around, and quickly took out a roll of copper wire from his arms, and handed it in along the iron window: "Hurry up and put it away, I can't stay here for too long, I sneaked in, if I am discovered, we will both suffer." ”

"That's interesting!" Lynch nodded for him and instructed, "I will receive a transfer from my wife in two days, and I will definitely pay back all the money I owe you." ”

"It's a deal. Woguatou replied casually, and slipped away like a thief against the wall, deliberately avoiding the surveillance of the surveillance probe.

When he had completely disappeared from view, Lynch shook off the coil of copper wire and folded it by hand into a strange cobweb-like plane.

This is a simple signal booster that can transmit radio waves more clearly.

He placed the thing on the bedside, turned on the phone, entered the distress system, and began to transmit signals.

As he expected, there was no response after the signal was sent, but he didn't expect it to succeed once.

From the very beginning, this work was destined to rely on fate, so Lynch took his cell phone and signal booster, and paced back and forth like ants on a hot pot.

I spent the morning like this, with no results at all, and the battery of the mobile phone was already depleted.

He had no choice but to take advantage of his height to unscrew the dusty bulb on the ceiling, and twist the remaining copper wire into a wire and fix it on the power connector.

The advantage of this is that the mobile phone battery can be quickly charged, and the disadvantage is that the voltage is very unstable, and it is easy to charge the battery to explode.

But Lynch couldn't care about it so much, he could only have the mentality of giving it a try.

But God apparently took good care of him, and the battery explosion did not happen, but the battery itself already had a bulging phenomenon.

He hurriedly put it back into his mobile phone, but fortunately, it could still be turned on smoothly and transmit wireless signals over and over again.

This is another process that can drive people crazy, constantly changing angles, just to fight the success rate of less than one in a thousand.

The sunset is like a piece of burnt yellow baked cake, as if it has been bitten off by a gluttonous child, and sunk in the brilliant fire clouds on the horizon.

The day passed silently, and Lynch spent it in this torment, completely forgetting the time.

He had heard the door of the cell being opened, and the prisoners were dragging their tired bodies and marching with heavy steps, lining up to return to their cells.

The high-intensity physical re-education through labor made the prisoners powerless, and most of them fell asleep with their heads down, snoring like thunder.

No one ever noticed that in the confinement cell in the corner of the cell, there was such a strange person walking around with a broken mobile phone.

"It seems that there is little hope. Lynch sighed in annoyance and said to himself.

There is no way, the geographical location of Watergate Prison is too remote, and it is close to the sea area of the southwest border, which is almost a no-man's land.

On such a deserted island, the wireless signal transmitted by Tongguò's mobile phone was quickly dispersed and weakened, and finally died halfway down the road to the headquarters.

Lynch began to feel disappointed, he knew how strong the security system of Watergate Prison was, and he could not force himself out by brute force alone.

The sentries, armed with high-precision sniper rifles, will vent their bullets on him like a hare.

"Forget it, leave it to fate!" Lynch sighed again, ready to give up.

But as soon as he withdrew his hand with the mobile phone halfway through, there was a sudden "ding" sound in the air.

Yes...... It worked?

Lynch hurriedly glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, and as expected, the interface of the distress system was displayed as: Sent.

The news was nothing short of great news for Lynch, who had little trouble hiding his excitement and yelled like a psychotic in the confinement cell.

It wasn't over until the prison guards in charge of patrolling were brought in and scolded him through the doors and windows.

However, this did not affect Lynch's excitement, so that night, he successfully lost sleep.

Until the morning of the third day, Lynch had not yet woken up when he was awakened by a noisy slamming door.

He saw the prison guard Zhang Mule break in like a fierce god, and yelled at him: "0571, hurry up and get out of your kennel!"

Lynch resisted the urge to beat him up and put on his ugly prison uniform.

"Listen to 0571, from today onwards, you will be released from confinement by the warden, and you will be placed in the large room like an ordinary prisoner, take your bedding and toiletries, and prepare to transfer the room!" Zhang Mule was afraid that Lynch would not be able to hear, his voice was very loud, and it was completely in the tone of an order.

"Why do you want to move the room? I'm good here. Lynch asked very indifferently, in fact, he didn't really want to be with the dirty black men, and he was good to stay here, he could live by watching every day, or give some credit to the gourd head for some objects such as picture albums.

"No why! Are you a hundred thousand whys? If you're asking me why, I'll put your head in the toilet!" the mule's eyes looked like they were going to kill.

"Okay Zhang Discipline, I take back the question I just asked, you know, I didn't mean to offend. "Lynch is very obedient.

"Don't talk nonsense! Pack your things! Follow me!"

Lynch didn't dare to raise any objections, he took the bedding and toiletries, and walked out of the confinement room under the hostage of two small prison guards.

Although the air quality in the prison hall is also average, it is much stronger than in the confinement room, and the flushing system of that horse pool broke down at noon yesterday, and the whole room is filled with the smell of urine.

They did not stop on the first floor, but went straight to the second floor, passed through the cells, and stayed outside the door of cell 9.

"All stand up!" shouted Zhang Mule as if in heat as soon as he entered the room.

Cell 9 looks spacious, with about a dozen beds in it, bunk bunk kind.

At this moment, the prisoners were standing or sitting, looking at the prison guards in surprise, but their focus was not on the prison guards, but on the rookie behind the prison guards.

Hearing Zhang Mulezi's order, no one dared to slack off in the slightest, and they all stood straight like well-trained soldiers.

The prison guard glanced around, frowned, and said, "Where is your commander?"

"The captain was called away early in the morning. One of the prisoners closest to Zhang Mule answered.

"Who called you away?"

"It looks like someone from the warden's office. The prisoner replied ambiguously.

"What about the deputy commander?" Zhang Mule probably guessed something, this pair of perverts known as the Iron Prison Sisters must have been called by the warden to explain the task.

"It's the same. The prisoner replied again.

"Attention all!" the prison guard didn't intend to ask, but looked around, "Starting today, a new cellmate will be added to your midst, everyone is warmly welcome!"

After the sparse applause, almost all the prisoners looked at Lynch like fools, and in the eyes of the old birds, Lynch was like a fat piece of fat dripping with oil.

After all the prison guards had withdrawn, Lynch narrowed his eyes and carefully surveyed the environment in the room.

Compared to the confinement room, the queen room is not only superior in size, but also has furniture such as bedside tables and writing desks.

Lynch soon discovered that there was an empty bed in the place closest to the horse pool, which was supposed to be prepared for him.

However, he did not think that kind of place could sleep in the slightest, after all, the excretion of a group of people was obviously more concentrated in smell than the excretion of a single person.

"Hey, new boy, what are you doing, hurry up and clean up your kennel. One of the inmates yelled at Lynch, in a tone that sounded like a prison guard.

"It must be a nice feeling to smell all of us poop and sleep every day. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the room full of prisoners burst into laughter.

Every day at ten o'clock in the evening, the water and electricity in the cells are cut off at the same time, and by this time, most of the prisoners are already asleep.

But in order to torture newcomers, there is always that kind of pervert who goes to shit in the horse pool after the water is cut off, and their beds are far away from the horse pool anyway.

Lynch glanced at them with a smirk, and instead of cleaning up the bed, he spread the cover directly in the aisle of the cell.

He was going to lay a bunk here, and anyway, for him, there was not much difference between sleeping on that kind of hard iron bed and sleeping on the ground.

When the prisoners saw this scene, they immediately looked at each other. They had never seen such a newcomer before, wasn't he afraid of freezing and catching a cold in the middle of the night?

"Hey, rookie, are you going to live here?" a burly man walked over to Lynch and asked.

Lynch glanced at him and smiled, "Yes, people should be allowed to live here, right?"

"Who told you for allowing people to live, you lie here, it affects the traffic, you know?" the burly man obviously had no words to look for.

"Do you want to cross the bus here?" said Lynch.

"You don't have a flamboyant tongue! I tell you that there are rules in the prison that prisoners can only sleep on the bed, not on the ground!"

"Is there such a rule? How could I not know?" Lynch thought that the guy was clearly looking for trouble.

To be honest, he didn't want to do something simple and brutal in prison, such as breaking someone's nose.

"Damn, you still dare to talk back! Do you know who I am?" he said in a rough voice as he stared at those bell-like eyes.

Lynch said while laying out the futon, "Who you are has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to know who you are, so can I politely ask you to leave?"

"Haha, polite? Listen, big guy, this kid is actually talking to me about politeness, it's ridiculous. After he said this, he shouted at Lynch: "Boy, do you know what a newcomer should learn first when he comes in?"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing. Lynch said.