"What are you doing here?" Yulia's face was even more ugly than before.

At the same time, she had to admit that Franky Mire was a very attractive man. In addition to the handsome face, there is also a sexy and burly body. Yulia was convinced that he was a man who could charm thousands of women, and that the KGB agents lived up to their reputation.

Yulia turned her head, not wanting to look at the shirtless Frankimir, but her eyes were involuntarily attracted to Frankimir. Frankimir seemed to instantly turn into a huge magnet, attracting Yulia's inextricable gaze.

"I just want you to take a closer look at my body, and then think, is there anyone stronger than me anywhere in this labor camp, in the Gulag? If there is, then there is no doubt about him, as far as the suspect we are looking for, can you think of such a target person? ”

Yulia didn't want to pay any attention to Frankimir's boring thoughts. She focused her gaze on the corpse, trying to divert her attention from Franky Mir. However, she soon realized that she couldn't concentrate at all.

The charm of the man invaded her mind, her heart beat faster and faster, her breathing gradually became rapid, and her thoughts began to short-circuit at the same time. She felt a burning face, and she was ashamed of being afraid of being noticed. She had no intention of thinking about the murderer, and she had already had an impulse in her heart, an urge to be embraced by this strong, sexy man.

"What? Anyone in mind? Frankimir asked, putting on his prison uniform again, the lights in the morgue were dim, and Frankimir didn't notice Yulia's crimson cheeks.

"No, you won't find anyone stronger than you in this place except for the wrestlers on TV." It was a long time before Yulia shook her head. At this time, the flush on his face had not completely receded.

"Really? If you think about it, not only among you inmates, but also prison guards, and even anyone who might be in here, such as escorts, truck drivers, food transporters, police officers or military personnel arraigning prisoners. Frankie Mire added.

"No, I think I'm sure of that, and if you don't think my opinion is reliable, you can ask the warden for yourself. I think the most burly people in this place besides you are the warden and Kafka. ”

Kafka! As soon as Frankimir heard the name, he felt uncomfortable, as if he had to stop immediately when he was halfway through his pee, which was completely unbearable. The fat-headed, big-eared guy looked a lot like a mad murderer.

"Do you think it's possible that it's them?" Frank Miir asked tentatively.

"It's not entirely possible, it's not necessary, I'm just talking about my size. When they went to Moscow for a meeting a month ago, people were still being killed here, so it was impossible to say that they were there. Yulia gave a helpless expression.

"Looking at you, I wish they were the murderers. If the Gulag is known and cannot be the murderer, then the murderer may not be known. ”

"Unknown? That sounds weird. ”

"Yes, I mean, maybe the killer is hiding, somewhere unknown. That frantic creature is watching all the movements of the Gulagri, but you are completely unaware of his presence. Frankimir nodded.

Yulia looked at Frankimir suspiciously, as if she didn't believe at all, and didn't know what White Frankimir said.

"Are there any prisoners here who are held in secret or in solitary confinement?" Franky Mill then asked.

"No, if there were such prisoners, they wouldn't be kept with us. We don't have a high level here, and we are holding ordinary prisoners who are insignificant. ”

"Is there a robot or a half-human, half-machine guy here? Of course, it can also be a piano-shaped mecha or a guard mech. ”

"No, we don't have any robots here, and in the warehouse in the dormitory area of the South Courtyard, there is a 'Frost Mecha', which is the last generation of mecha developed by the White Bandits of Tsarist Russia. It's an old antique that hasn't been used for decades, and only those 'mecha fans' are regarded as treasures. The 'Frost Mech' is always parked in the South Courtyard, and it can't be that it did it. As soon as it moves, it emits a strong mechanical noise and the rumble of a boiling boiler, which can be heard from far and wide, and we will not be unaware of it. In addition, there are meticulous metal monitoring procedures, as long as the metal objects are more than 10 centimeters, we can know exactly where they are located, this is to prevent prisoners from making tools and weapons to achieve their purpose of trying to escape from prison or attack the police.

"If you rule out all these possibilities, there is only one possibility left. Have you really searched the Gulag carefully? ”

"Every time we find a body, we arrange for people to search for it."

"I mean, a full-blown search of the Gulag?"

"How is this possible! Are you kidding? The total number of prison guards here is only more than 1,000. More than 140,000 prisoners are held here, and '2371' covers an area of more than 60 hectares, with more than 30 large and small buildings. I don't think it's possible to carry out a full-scale search here. Yulia was a little excited, and he thought that Frankimir was talking about it.

"Because you haven't conducted a full-scale search, you still don't know what happened. If you had done this a long time ago, the truth might have been revealed by now, and so many people would not have been killed one after another. Frankimir grumbled.

"Are you accusing us of doing our job wrong? I don't think there's any need for you to sneak into '2371' without being noticed, and hide somewhere unknown. Then the prisoners here can also sneak away without being detected. It is a pity that none of our prisoners has ever been able to escape from prison. Yulia retorted with a dirty face, saying that she didn't like troublemakers, and she didn't like to hear accusations against her.

"Strong words! Excessive self-confidence is a dark cloud that blinds the eyes, and even the KGB does not dare to absolutely believe that there are no loopholes in its own defense and management. Negligence is always accompanied by blind optimism. Until you have conducted a thorough search, it is best not to jump to conclusions. Optimism is a good attitude, but it doesn't mean it's necessarily a good thing. Frankimir didn't expect that Yulia would be a conceited and stubborn woman, as unstoppable as her huge boobs.

"Thank you for your advice, I'll share your opinion with the warden. If that's all you can suggest, then we can do it without you. Is that your only suggestion? Then I don't think there's a need to waste time, I can get them to take you back to your cell. Yulia said coldly, she was starting to hate Franky Mir a little.

"I don't have any other opinions until you conduct a full search. I'm glad to be able to get out of here, the cell isn't as spacious as this one, and there are no disgusting corpses. Frankimir was also disgusted by Yulia's strange temper, who looked like she was high and invincible. If a sentence doesn't go well, it's like the sky has fallen, provoking endless deep hatred.

"You can take him away." Yulia said to the two prison guards guarding the door.

"Goodbye, beauty. I wish we could change places the next time we meet. Frankie Mill said with a smile on his face.

"Where do you wish?" Yulia looked serious.

"It can be a warm velvet bed or a stylish ** hotel." Frankie Mill smiled a little weirdly.

"There won't be a next time! Take him away, I don't want to see this man again. Yulia stared at Frankimir angrily.

Frankie Mill grinned and followed the guards out of the morgue, and he also felt that such ridicule seemed boring. The mysterious disappearance of the prisoner and the tragic murder of the prisoner are not to be underestimated, and if you don't pay more attention, maybe one day it will be your turn.