(I didn't get home until early in the morning, and there was a fork in the road, which was delayed.) I stayed up late to write a chapter and uploaded it first.

The rest will continue to write when I wake up, please bear with me)

I was stunned. The death of the prison guard, that is, what just happened, the fatal injury was a heavy blow to the old cat, and in the whole process, let alone the old cat, there was no murder weapon at the scene.

I don't know where the wound that grew from the inch-long wound in the mouth of the guard on guard came from. In addition, the prison guard should have died, why did he wander to the bottom of the mountain?

I think there are too many doubts here. I glanced at the iron donkey quietly, and the iron donkey also had a surprised expression.

I have a very bold guess that the wound on the neck of the prison guard was caused by him after he came down the mountain, and perhaps the moment he stopped next to the tree, the murderer must not have gone far, or even hid in the tree.

I'm not sure if the murderer is an old cat, because if he is, why he came back is not clear to me.

Iron Donkey and I walked forward together in tacit understanding, wanting to see the injuries of the prison guards.

The guard wanted to stop him, but hesitated. Now there are two searchlights following us, and with them there, it is impossible for me and the iron donkey to escape with a bad idea.

In the end, he chose to relax the policy and followed us to the bottom of the mountain again.

During this period, the prison guard remained motionless. When we got over, we didn't have to find a flashlight to light it up, and the searchlight illuminated the place clearly for us.

The iron donkey and I both crouched down, and I was closer to the neck of the prison guard, and I looked very closely.

The wound on his neck was more than an inch, and the guards on guard took it lightly. If I were to say that at least an inch and a half in length, and by the degree of coagulation of the blood outside the wound and the direction of the blood splatter, I immediately came to the conclusion that the wound had been cut by the prison guard after his death, and that he had been dead for some time.

My heart was beating a little faster, and my breathing was getting thicker. I believe that the conclusion I just came to was not discovered by this guard guard, after all, he had not done forensic medicine, and further down, there were too many contradictions here, how could a dead man staggering down the mountain? And who the hell? can mend the knife after death, and give it to the corpse of the prison guard for such a moment.

Then I thought of one more thing. On the trip to Onishima, we ended up on the transit island, and when we fled there, we encountered a strange incident, an old man died mysteriously, and mysteriously surfaced in the sea.

His wounds were very similar to those of the prison guards, both of which were cut by sharp weapons more than an inch long.

I can't say that I am blindly connected, there must be a relationship between the two, or even the same murderer.

The iron donkey didn't speak, and the prison guard on guard wished that the two of us could speak, and after waiting for another half a minute, he couldn't help but ask, "Have you two finished reading?" What the hell is going on with this wound? ”

Iron Donkey and I are now prisoners, and what we did before going to prison was also a robbery, I believe that Brother Donkey must have found out, but we can't say it, otherwise we will lose our identities.

If you want me to say, it's a pity that Iron Donkey is not an actor, he took out a stupid look and said, "How can this be?" Where did the wound come from? ”

He looked at me puzzled. I ignored him and said something similar to that of an iron donkey to the guard guard.

The guard was a suspicious man, and he stared at the two of us, thinking that we were lying, but before he could continue to ask anything, there was a reaction from the prison door.

When the door opened, seven or eight prison guards rushed out, four of whom were armed with police dogs.

These police dogs are all German shepherds, very fierce, and when they saw me and the iron donkey from afar, they yelled, if they weren't dragged by their owners, they would have broken free and rushed over.

The iron donkey and I quickly stood up. The two of us waited with the guards waiting for the guards and the dogs to come together.

The guard told his colleagues about the new situation here, especially the strange lying down and death of the prison guard just now.

But most of the prison guards just listened, and they had a more important mission, which was to capture the fugitive Berserker. Only one prison guard remained, and the others ran up the hill with the police dogs.

The guard greeted the left-behind officer, watched the two of us, and went back to the prison together.

Iron Donkey and I both know the rules and know what our identities are, and it is not suitable for us to stay and handle the case, so we obediently returned to Prison B District.

Despite the fact that it was a big night, there were very few people sleeping in Cell B, and after we entered, many of the cells were filled with prisoners at the doors, including cold hands and drug lords.

They couldn't ask questions, so they stared at us both and went back to our cells.

When the door to our cell was closed, I made sure the guards had left, and I sat down on the lower bunk with the iron donkey.

The two of us talked, of course, mainly about the prison guards.

The iron donkey couldn't understand how such a strange thing could happen to this old comrade, and he also thought of something I didn't expect, when we were carrying the corpse up the mountain, a little prison guard said that he heard a rustling sound in the woods. At that time, I thought that the little prison guard was hallucinating and was frightened, but now that I think about it, could it be that the rustling sound is really weird, and it has something to do with the death of the prison guard?

I can't answer, because we're both back in our cells now, and we can't go up to the hill to check on it.

In the end, the iron donkey said another suggestion, we have too much trouble, especially the old cat explained to the two of us, saying that he would cooperate with us to escape from prison after three days, and he flashed and left. The burden of the entire prison escape fell on the two of us, both of us are human beings, not immortals, and now we can only save our energy and handle the prison escape well, and I don't want to do anything else.

I agree with Brother Donkey's idea, as for what is the shady scene of these prison guards in Qujing Prison, and how did the prison guards die mysteriously, it is better to wait for me and Brother Donkey to escape from prison, report to Jiang Shaoyan, and ask him to contact the local police to deal with it.

We were both tired, especially at night, and we were hungry. We both climbed into bed and went to sleep.

I thought that I was in such a state of fatigue that I couldn't sleep until dawn? Until you wake up with a little apple or a national wind? But in the middle of the night, two prison guards with guns came to our cell and shouted our names.

When I opened my eyes and looked out, the cell door opened. The two guards raised their guns and told me and the iron donkey to get out of bed and go with them.

I'm very sensitive, looking at the posture, these two prison guards are not good at stubble, I said in my heart that it wouldn't be the prison guards standing guard talking nonsense, right? These two prison guards think that Iron Donkey and I are the murderers of the prison guards, and they want to drag us out and shoot us?

If that's the case, I'm too unjust to die with the iron donkey. But I don't think it's possible, although the prison police here are shady, they are not so confused.

Iron Donkey and I didn't have time to say anything, so we had to get out of bed, and they pointed guns at gunpoint and walked outside Prison B.

In the meantime, the other prisoners had woken up, and in fact, I guessed, they hadn't slept much, and they were particularly sensitive to tonight's events.

Seeing me and the two big guys of Iron Donkey being taken away, some of the prisoners screamed in dissatisfaction. But the protests had no effect at all.

After the iron donkey and I left the prison area, we went north again and entered a building. There is no sign on this building, and it looks like an office area when you look at the environment inside.

Iron Donkey and I were also separated, and we were all led by a prison guard, each to a small interrogation room.

I was forced to sit on a chair with my hands behind my back, handcuffed to the chair. The guards with guns turned and left.

But that didn't mean there was no one else in the room, and in front of me there was a slightly shabby old-fashioned wooden table with two policemen sitting across from me.

The reason why I say they are police officers and not prison guards is because they are wearing police uniforms, one policeman has a mustache, and the other has a slightly slanted right eye.

The squint-eyed policeman first reached for an interrogation lamp on a wooden table. The light wasn't turned on, but when he turned it on, he shone it on again.

I felt a bright light shining into my eyes, which was very uncomfortable, and I felt the urge to cry.

I couldn't help but reach out to cover my eyes, but my hands were cuffed. I turned my head again, trying to avoid the glare.

The two policemen were very satisfied with my embarrassment, and they both laughed, and the squint-eyed policeman cursed and said something!

I can't say anything about myself when I have anger in my heart? His grandmother's, there is a kind of comparison, what is he a little policeman shouting about? Lao Tzu is from the special case team, if it weren't for the task of pretending to be a prisoner, I would have been a guest at their police station, and he would have to call me a commissioner.

But I complain and complain, and the current situation can only be that I have "suffering" and can't say it.

The Bazihu policeman took out another information book, he flipped through a few pages at random, frowned, threw the book on the table, and at the same time used a loud voice to yell at me and ask, "Explain, why did you kill people?" ”