But what the boss said next made me dare not offend anymore, and the boss said that it was impossible to give it to me. And said that he knew that I would play tricks, and he could roughly understand what the three foreigners said before. And the remarks I launched later caused everyone to point to the actions of the other three people, and they didn't bother me at that time because I wanted to be popular. At that time, moving those three Americans was something that everyone would like to see, but moving me definitely couldn't. And said that I have just finished telling you now, if I die inside, the people outside will definitely be dissatisfied, and maybe there will be a riot. Only by letting me go out and continuing will there be no bigger things, and as for telling me the directions, it is purely to make the people in the hall feel that they want to go out. I can go on and on, but let me be a man with my tail between my legs.

After listening to it, I realized that the boss knew everything, and just didn't say anything to maintain balance. And I was able to pick up a life at this moment because I gave a glimmer of hope to the group of people outside? So as long as this hope is not extinguished, I can keep messing around?

I wondered if the Boss meant to leave here at all when I told me this. Is this just hoping that other people won't make trouble? What is the purpose of maintaining minimum living conditions?

I thought about it and finally asked how long the boss had been here, and the boss said that it was almost a year since the first batch.

When I heard that, I staggered out, and as I turned to leave, I could hear the puzzled questions of the other condemned prisoners. I guess it was to ask why I was released, but I realized that only the eldest of this group of people was the one who really took care of the overall situation.

But thinking that it might also have something to do with the riot, the surviving boss is now reluctant to take any more risks.

I reappeared in the hall and it felt like a hero had returned.

Everyone was cheering, and I thought about making an international boo.

With my index finger on my lips, I'm a villain now, but I certainly can't make waves.

If the wave goes too far, I really don't know how to die, so I repeated what happened before. He also said that the condemned prisoners inside had a hard time understanding what I said, and then expressed their support for me to do so.

The crowd continued to cheer quietly, and as soon as I sat back down next to my father, someone came over and told me what hole I had fallen from and how long it had been.

Everything that can be said is said to be the best English here for yourself. No matter how bad the fingers are, you can roughly understand them.

North America and South America are English-speaking countries, and Asia, Europe, and Africa have a hard time, but they can be solved.

Especially in France, Canada, Belgium, there are Usu and Jock who can handle it in French, and after writing everything down.

Then the speaker himself pointed to his country on the map, and I wrote it in rough Chinese.

Almost everyone said it, and Dad thought about it and began to sort it.

Because I couldn't tell the difference between day and night, I was too sleepy to sleep.

When I woke up, my dad was still calculating and thinking.

Eventually, I watched my dad circle the North Atlantic near North America, and said, "This should be it." ”

Jock excitedly shouted in English that he had calculated it, and the people around him gathered around.

As the crowd gathered around and discussed cautiously, Usu coughed and sat up, making a big triangle on the circle his father had drawn.

I was puzzled and said, "What is this for?" ”

After Usu said something, Jock's face changed drastically and said, "This place is the Bermuda Triangle. ”