"The boss is going to lock you up for three days, you can cause trouble too much, and you are the one who can cause trouble the most in the past few years. ”

The prison guards were also a little irritated by Bai Ze.

Bai Ze did not object, so he was imprisoned in a small black room.

There was no light, and in the small space of a few square meters, the noise disappeared together.

All that's left is the sound of your own breathing, your heartbeat.

People with poor psychological tolerance will not be able to stand it after a few hours if they are locked up in this kind of place, but after being released, they will suffer from claustrophobia and other mental illnesses.

Bai Ze naturally didn't have any trouble in this regard, and in this quiet environment, he could just think about something.

Consider the intentions of justice.

Where the hell is he hiding?

Did I touch him myself, or no.

And finally, the prison guards are no longer credible, although some of them are members of the Alliance.

But they have been unknowingly, under the influence of justice, and have become his tool people, serving him.

So when he came here, he should have known.

Perhaps, this news was passed on by him.

As for why, it's a question.

Bai Ze doesn't know the person of justice, and he has no way of knowing what he thinks, what is it?

At night, Bai Ze was practicing to pass the time.

Meditation is elaborate, it is a way to improve the mind, but it is slow and boring.

For those who can't calm down, this method is torture.

It's foggy!

A trace of mist seeped in through the cracks.

Fog in prison?

In Bai Ze's mind, such a question flashed.

He took the initiative to contact these fogs, and found that these fogs were actually mental strength.

Pure white mental power.

Not a trace of impurities, no trace of distractions, nothing.

This can be described as the simplest and purest mental effort, and these mental powers come from one person.

Coming into contact with these mental strengths, Bai Ze felt that his mental strength had actually improved slightly.

These mist-like mental forces give Bai Ze a feeling of fertilizer.

They will provide you with plenty of nutrients for your mental growth.

This kind of growth is without side effects, just like the farmhouse fertilizer, pure natural and pollution-free, without adding any preservatives.

Bai Ze frowned, he condensed the mist-like mental power into a silk thread and preserved it.

Three days passed quickly.

Every night, Bai Ze would see fog, sometimes more, sometimes less.

Sometimes it seeps in, sometimes it just lingers outside the hallway.

In fact, Bai Ze thought about letting Xiaoqiang come over and let him inspect the prison, but in the end he gave up this idea.

The situation in this prison is really weird.

Xiaoqiang's existence cannot be exposed at will.

There is no way, it is bound to its life, and if it finishes playing, it will also suffer.

When Bai Ze came out of the confinement room, the prisoner who was not sent to the infirmary had been 'whitewashed'.

The resentment that surrounded him had been cleared away, and there was not a drop left.

Now he's a tool man, a tool man who has been washed.

The one lying in the infirmary was okay, when Bai Ze came out of the confinement room to see him.

found that the resentment around him had been reduced by more than half.

So, Bai Ze took a knife and put it around his neck.

He has seen a lot of threats, knives, beer bottles, and guns, all of which he has experienced.

But this time is different from the past.

The reason is very simple, those people are a little scared, and they are very shy.

But Bai Ze really didn't take his life seriously.

"Brother, if you have anything to say, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. ”

Didn't I just provoke you, I thought I was looking for a soft persimmon to bully, how did I come across such a bomb, or the kind that exploded when I touched it.

"Ask you a few questions, and I'll answer you. ”

"Okay, you ask, just ask. ”

He was now wondering if he had provoked Bai Ze's friends, or family members or something.

It's a pity that he has done too much evil, and no matter how much he thinks about it, he can't recall any useful information.

"During the three days in the infirmary, who came to see you and talked to you?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"The answer is incorrect. ”

Bai Ze increased his strength, and the sharp knife cut through the skin, and blood flowed down his neck.

“...... There were doctors, nurses, prison guards, and a couple of prisoners, and my brother. ”

"Do you know those prisoners?"

"I don't know, I don't know at all?"

"What are their characteristics. ”

"Features, one is a tattooed bald head, a scarred face, and a young man holding an orange cat, and ......"

"Alright, I got it. ”

The people he mentioned, Bai Ze probably knew that these people should be righteous diehards, and they have a very strong interest in 'whitewashing' others.

And their whitewashing method is indoctrination through words.

Bai Ze didn't know exactly how other people felt, but his feeling was irritability, as long as they opened their mouths and heard them speak, they couldn't control the irritability in their hearts.

Stun them out and don't give them a chance to speak, that's the best way to fix it.

"Do you think anything has changed in your brother?"

"He ......"

It's okay if Bai Ze doesn't say it, but if he says this, he will have to which of his brothers has changed a lot.

No, it's not that he's changed a lot, it's that he's completely changed a person.

"He didn't talk much and didn't care about anyone before, but when he came to see me this morning, he talked a lot and told me to change my ways. ”

It seems that justice is extremely fast to 'white' others, it only takes less than three days to 'whitewash', this one is a little better, after all, he has been in a coma for two days. The 'whitewashing' work has only begun yesterday.

His whitewashing should have something to do with those fogs.

When I came, there was no fog at night for a few days, but after these two people came, there was fog.

"Okay, you can lie down. ”

Ignoring him, Bai Ze decided to take the initiative.

There are silk threads condensed by mist on his body, and you can trace him by following the smell of the silk threads.

Night, silently.

There is no moon tonight, black clouds, obscuring the moon.

In the middle of the night, the prison was silent.

It's eerily quiet and eerie.

What's even weirder is that it's foggy.

The white mist spread, and Bai Ze pushed open the cell door and walked towards the source.

I walked until I was in a cell, and there was only one person in the cell.

The young man with the orange cat.