Delier touched his ass as he got out of the car, and he suspected that his ass had been cracked by the bumps. He had never seen a road in such poor condition, and the road was full of large and small stones, except for the continuous potholes. A police car may be sturdy, but the comfort may not be satisfying, and whether or not the car is about to fly makes Delier feel like he's on a path to hell. When he looked at Plando, he just smiled and didn't say much.

They took a path that was farther, bummer, and harder, and was designed to make Delier uncomfortable. When people feel uncomfortable, the first thing that comes to mind is their home, even if it is dilapidated and broken, the meaning given by home is completely different. Comfortable, warm, full of warmth seems to be the definition of home, and after a rough comparison, Delier may have seen the three beaten unrecognizable fellows, and immediately thought about leaving.

The warden was a fat man as Deliel had imagined, with a shy belly, baldness, and a greasy skin on his face that made him feel a little sick. In particular, the nose hairs in the warden's nostrils could be clearly seen, and even one of them protruded from his nostrils, curling as he breathed and spoke. Let Delier have the urge to take the scissors and build his nose hair, he is a gentleman who likes to be clean and artistic.

The warden was a very amiable man, very polite in his speech, not at all as unreasonable as Plando had previously described, and even had such a thing as coffee in his office. Deliel also thought that the warden was only alcoholic except for alcoholism, and for that he had to apologize to the warden - in his heart.

The wait was long, and the warden told Plando and Delier that the three prisoners had not yet arrived. Listening to the vulgar and lewd jokes between Plando and the warden, Delier felt that he was about to go crazy, how could these men be so shameless as to use human organs to tell jokes?

Just when Delier was about to take it anymore, the clock was pointing to twelve, and at last someone came to report that Cod was already in prison with his friend. Delier breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally able to fulfill his "procedure".

Before he came, Durin had told him that whoever he saw who might be Cord was definitely not Cord, because Cord was in his hands, and was already in intimate contact with the dirt. He had to bite the bullet that the three people he saw were impersonated, and give the news back to Lady Vivien. Wren would pay him a thousand dollars for this and promise not to beat him again for the next month.

Similarly, if he fails to do so, he will lose a thousand dollars in benefit fees, and he will also have a friendly interview with Durin every weekend for the next month. Whether it was for a thousand dollars or not to be beaten, Delier decided that even if the three people he saw were the three people who robbed him of his money and beat him, he would lie with his eyes open and bite not these three people to death.

It's just that he overlooked that Durin meant to let him tell Lady Vivien that the person he saw was not the person he wanted to find, and not let him speak out here.

When he saw with his own eyes three fellows who could not even stand in front of him, he felt no excitement, only fear, trembling, and a chill from the depths of his soul! At the same time, he realized that what he said to Madame Vivien affected not only Godor alone, but also Prondor, the chief of the district police, and even the warden.

But he had to do it, even though he knew what the consequences would be.

"They're not the ones who robbed me, absolutely not!", Delier said this in a very cold voice, very "arrogant", like a small flower of Aoxue in the cold wind.

Plando and the warden looked at each other and were silent for a while. Left to their own devices, they couldn't find anything similar to "human" on the faces of the three guys, and they couldn't even say that they looked like people, how could this sissy tell that these three people were not the three people he was looking for?

A fierce light flashed in the warden's eyes, as an independent king in the prison, it can be said that as long as he enters the prison area, life does not belong to him, but to him. He doesn't even need to say anything if he wants to kill Deliel, as long as he makes a gesture with his eyes, the people below will let a prisoner break free of control because of a "mistake" in his work, take Deliel hostage, and finally choose to "die with the hostage" after being unable to meet his demands.

In a moment's moment, Plando immediately rejected the warden's idea, Delier was an inconspicuous flea, but behind this flea, there was a lioness. All they had to do was to crush the fleas with their fingers, just as the lioness had to hold out her fingers and press them. Killing Delier is not a difficult thing to do, and Plando himself has many ways to get Delier to die in various "accidents". But the problem is that Delier is now here under the attention of Lady Vivien, and if anything happens to Lady Vivien before he returns to see Lady Vivien, Plando will be primarily responsible.

He didn't want to hurt himself because of the warden's impulse, so he didn't approve of that choice.

"Maybe you're wrong. Plando took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and then subconsciously took the cigarette in his mouth and raised it slightly, which was a very polite and gentlemanly gesture, and he was asking for Delier's opinion. Delier shrugged his shoulders and took out a pack of cigarettes from his handbag, Prondor leaned over, "Look, they've been beaten like this, it's actually normal to recognize the wrong person, do you see the three moles on that guy's face?", Plando lit his own lighter, lit a cigarette for Delier, and raised his chin.

Deliel looked in the direction he was directing, and there was indeed a guy with three moles on his cheek, but he knew very well that these three people were not the three people he was looking for.

Seeing Delier's silence, Plando tilted his head, and the two stepped aside.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

If you don't realize that there is a problem, Plando, the chief of police, is in vain!