The Warden of the Zoseburg Prison spent an hour pondering what kind of cipher it was.

Why did Richard try to contact Director Sainz? Also, where did he get the cloth? The warden examined the linen again. This was ripped from a white shirt, right? The side length is very irregular. What did he write in it? Zoseburg knew that prisoners could not have pens or pencils. Nor was it written with a pen or pencil. So what is it written in? He decided to investigate for himself.

He knew that if this prisoner tried to stop it by delivering coded letters to people outside, he would stop it just as he would stop other prisoners from escaping.

The warden of Zoseburg came to cell 109, opened the door, and saw Richard lying on the ground busy catching mice, and he immediately turned his head when he heard Zoseburg's footsteps.

"It's infuriating, there are too many rats here."

"Everyone else can tolerate it, but you are special." "There are a lot of condemned prisoners who have named them and made friends," Zoseburg said. Okay, change out of that shirt you're wearing. ”

"Why?" Richard asked, his tone unnatural and flustered.

"Because you are trying to communicate with Director Sainz," said Zoseburg, "you are my prisoner, and it is my duty to stop you." ”

Richard was silent for a moment and said, "Then you can do it routinely." ”

Zoseburg laughed, and Richard got up from the ground, took off his white shirt, and put on the long shirt with strips that the warden had brought. The Warden of Zoseburg took the white shirt and compared the notch of the linen with the code written on it and the shirt to match them perfectly.

"So the guards gave it to you?" Richard asked.

"Yes," said Zoseburg, "your first plan of escape failed, but I would like to ask, what do you write with?" ”

"I don't think it's your business."

Zoseburg searched the room and Richard's body, but found nothing, not even a toothpick. It is also a mystery what ink the password was written in.

Although the warden was a little puzzled, he still took his shirt back to the office.

"You can't escape by writing on your shirt." The warden of Zoseburg consoled himself.

On the third day of his imprisonment, Richard began to pay bribes publicly. At noon, the guards brought lunch and waited for him to eat by the gate.

Richard asked as he ate, "The prison sewer pipe leads to the river, doesn't it?" ”

"Not bad." The warden said.

"I guess they must be all very thin."

"It's so thin that you can't climb in." The guards joked.

After eating, Richard said, "You know I'm not a criminal. ”

"I know." The warden replied.

"If I ask for it, I have the right to be free, right?"

"Not bad."

"I thought I could escape from prison when I came here, but now I have some other ideas," Richard said, staring at the guard's face, "don't you want to help me escape for a reward?" ”

The caretaker was very kind, and he felt a little sorry for him when he saw Richard's emaciated body and his unkempt yellow hair.

The guard thought for a moment and said, "Although I love money, I don't want to lose my job for money. ”

"Don't you want to think about helping me get out of jail?"

"Hey, I'm sorry, no." The guard said with some hesitation.

"I'll pay 500 yuan?"

"Nope."

"1,000 yuan?"

"Nope."

"10,000 yuan."

"Is this...... Uh, no, no, no, I'm going to lose my job, and my family of six lives on my salary. The guard felt a little sympathy for the poor fellow, and finally shook his head after hesitating for a long time, "Besides, no matter how much money you give me, I can't get you out." You've got to deal with 7 doors, and I only have the keys to 2 doors. ”

The guards later reported the incident to the warden of Zoseburg, but he did not mention the 10,000 yuan.

"The second plan failed," Zoseburg said, "first the password, then the bribe." ”

At 6 o'clock, the guards went to cell 109 to deliver food. When he was about to get to the cell, he suddenly heard the sound of metal grinding, and he was startled and heard his footsteps, but there was no sound inside. The guard deliberately took a heavy step, pretended to walk away, and stepped back softly.

After a while, there was another grinding sound in the cell, and the guard crept up to the door and peered in through the door. Richard was standing on the iron bed filing the window grille, his arms swinging back and forth, and he must have a file in his hand.

The guard hurried back to his office and called the Warden of Zoseburg. Together, they quietly came to the door of room 109. There was still a constant grinding sound coming from inside. The warden listened for a while, then suddenly opened the cell door and walked in.

"What's going on?" Zoseburg asked sharply.

Richard glanced back, and suddenly jumped to the ground, scrambling to hide something, and the Warden of Zoseburg walked up to him.

"Hand it over." The warden stretched out his hand and said.

Richard refused to hand over anything.

"In order to take care of your face, I don't want to search your body anymore."

Richard shook his head.

"What is it, is it a file?" The warden of Zoseburg asked.

Richard was silent, looking at Zoseburg with a disappointed expression on his face. The warden was somewhat sympathetic to him.

"The third plan failed," Zoseburg said mildly, "it was unfortunate." ”

Richard remained silent.

"Search him." The warden ordered.

The guards searched his entire body and finally found a two-inch piece of steel on Richard's belt. The warden took the steel plate from the guard's hand, looked at it, and said, "It was brought off the heel of a shoe." ”

The guards continued their search and found another identical piece of steel at the other end of Richard's belt. One look at the steel sheet tells that it has been filed against the window grille.

"It may take half a year to file an iron fence." Zoseburg looked up and asked, "Mr. Richard, do you want to throw in the towel?" ”

"I haven't started yet." Richard replied confidently.

Once again, they conducted a thorough search of the cell, but found nothing. The warden of the Joseburg prison went to bed himself to inspect the window grille that had just been filed by Richard, and said to Richard, "You just polished it brighter." ”

Richard stood on the ground and watched, his expression dejected. The warden grabbed the window grille with his hand and pulled it a few times. They were set in granite, so strong that he examined them one by one before he got out of bed.

"Throw in the towel, Mr. Richard." The warden of the Zoseburg prison advised.

Richard shook his head and said he wouldn't throw in the towel. When Zoseburg and the guards walked out, Richard sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands in a daze.

"He wants to escape from prison, he really wants to go crazy." After reaching the hallway, the guard said.

"Of course he can't get out," said the warden, "but he's smart." I wonder what he wrote the password with. ”

Richard had been imprisoned for 4 days. On this day, he was very lively, and spent almost all his time in the small window of his cell. He began to act, throwing another piece of linen at the guard. The guards were responsible, picked up the strips of cloth and handed them to the warden of Zoseburg. I saw that it was written: "There are only 3 days left." ”

Zoseburg is not surprising at all. He knew that Richard was referring to the fact that he could only stay in prison for another three days. He thinks it's bragging. But how is this thing written? Where did he get the linen? How did you get it? He carefully examined the linen. This is a high-quality shirt fabric. He took out his shirt again, and put the first two pieces of linen together with the notch in his shirt. This third piece is redundant and doesn't fit anywhere, but it's the same fabric as the first two.

"Where did he get this cloth?" Zoseburg was puzzled.

That night, Richard asked the guards outside at the window, "What time is it today?" ”

"Number 15." The guard replied.

Richard was very satisfied. The moon didn't rise until 9 o'clock that night. He asked another question: "Who is in charge of the searchlights?" ”

"Power Bureau."

"Don't you have an electrician yourself?"

"Nope."

"You have your own electricians who will save money."

"It's none of your business." The guard said impatiently.

The guards noticed that Richard had appeared at the cell window several times that day, with a tired face and a misty look in his eyes. Later, he became accustomed to this face.

In the afternoon, before the changing of the guard, Richard reappeared at the window. He held out a hand from the window grille, and something fell to the ground. The guard picked it up and saw that it was a 5 yuan bill.

"That's for you." Richard said.

As before, the guards handed over the money to the warden. The warden looked at the money suspiciously. He'd seen everything he had sent from cell 109.

"I guess it's a tip," Zoseburg said. He remembered that when Richard entered cell 109, he had only one $5 bill and two $10 bills with him, for a total of $25. The $5 one, on the linen that had been given out for the first time, was now in his hand. In order to confirm it, he took out the money again and looked at it, and it was true. But there was another $5 note, and Richard was left with only a $10 bill.

"Hell, did someone help him get the money away?" He thought so. He decided to search cell 109 and search it carefully. It is incomprehensible that a man can write whatever he wants, and exchange money for money as he wants, and he plans to go to that cell late at night.

The warden decided to launch a surprise attack at 3 a.m., and he guessed that Richard would definitely choose to do something mysterious at such a time.

At 3 a.m., Zoseburg sneaked up to cell 109. He stopped outside the door first to eavesdrop. There was no movement inside except for Richard's quiet and regular breathing. The warden of Zoseburg gently opened the two locks, walked in and closed the door, and suddenly lit the lantern.

Zoseburg thought Richard would be surprised, but he was wrong. Richard just opened his eyes slowly, and at the same time said calmly, "It turned out to be you." ”

"What the hell are you doing?"

"What?" Richard innocently had an inexplicable expression on his face.

"Where did you get your change? Did you change it from the guards? ”

"Oh, change, you don't have to be so nervous, Prison Chief, I have my own way of getting money."

"Do you know how to do magic?"

"Hehe, that's a secret." Richard smiled even more mysteriously.

The warden searched every inch of the cell, and finally he found a hole in the ground.