Chapter Eighty-Six: A Photograph

For the first time in his life, Su Yu sat in such a luxurious car.

Every time a tire touches a hard object on the ground, it feels like you're stepping on it.

Although the prison was not close, Gong Shijiu's speed made up for the distance.

In less than twenty minutes, the gate of the outer wall of the prison appeared in front of me.

Rows of heavily armed prison guards stood at the prison outpost, and although it was not completely dark, the bright searchlights were already sweeping around.

The outer wall of the prison is more than six metres high, and the walls of the courtyard are covered with heavy barbed wire and high-voltage electrical wires.

If you say that you are a human, even if you are a good climber, you will not be able to escape it.

When the patrol guards saw the vehicle, they all consciously leaned to the side, and the muzzle of the gun was flat.

Gong Nineteen drove by as usual without stopping.

The inner courtyard is separated from the outer courtyard by a large iron gate.

The car stopped in front of the door, and Gong Shijiu's phone rang at the right time.

"Hey, it's me, password, please wait for me to take a look." Gong 19 opened the software of the phone.

Su Yu caught a glimpse of the six-digit number on it, which, like payment protection, changes every minute.

“035276。”

The heavy iron door rumbled, the black lacquer looked out of place with the snow, and the sound was cold and harsh.

Through the barbed wire, Su Yu could already see the prisoners in the prison perching in the courtyard.

The moment the car entered, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the car intently.

Gong 19 came all the way to the office building.

The car keys were casually thrown to a prison guard, and Gong Shijiu tilted his head to look at the prisoner who was mending up the water.

Six or seven prisoners saw that the warden had his hands clasped together on his laps, and his body was tense.

Su Yu was a little surprised that the prison guards did not control the prisoners to protect the warden as they did on TV.

Instead, he looked at the prisoner with a slightly sympathetic gaze.

Gong 19 walked up to the prisoner, and the black leather gloves turned the prisoner's collar down.

Glancing twice, he patted the prisoner's head and said unquestioningly, "Take off your shirt." ”

The prisoner threw away his tools and shivered as he took off his outer prison uniform.

"Take it off."

The prisoner had no choice but to do so, and the vest lifted and fell off his head.

The north wind was howling, and the snowflakes were beating on his back, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Gong Nineteen's fingers drew a circle.

The prisoner turned.

Blood was still flowing from the few pieces of flesh that had flipped over the muscles, and the scars on the ribs seemed to have been reopened, which was shocking.

Su Yu frowned slightly.

"Put it on, you take him to the infirmary, and by the way, take 0318 to the cubicle on the second floor."

"Yes." The prison guard was ordered to take the prisoner out first.

"Let's go too." Gong 19 walked into the office building with Su Yu.

The other prisoners breathed a sigh of relief, and their bodies were visibly softer.

Gong Shijiu's office was as simple and luxurious as Su Yu imagined.

Gong 19 placed the record on the turntable and dropped the stylus.

"What do you want to drink?" Gong Shijiu put away his coat and asked casually.

Su Yu was just about to speak, when it suddenly occurred to him that it seemed that there would be no drinks such as Sprite Cola in this kind of place.

The feeling given to Su Yu here is that the drink will only have a variety of foreign wines with lengthy names.

But he only felt a little hot in his mouth, and he needed a cold drink to wash his throat.

"Sprite?" Gong Shijiu opened the refrigerator, took out a hall of Sprite, and handed it to Su Yu.

With black shoulders and a crisp white shirt, Gong Shijiu has a different kind of luxury in every move.

And his expression was a matter of course.

It was the first time Su Yu saw someone with such a strong aura, and his tone was calm, and the pressure was full.

"You're wondering why I have Sprite here? Or are you wondering why I know you're drinking Sprite? Gong 19 smiled playfully.

Sitting on the desk, Gong Shijiu opened a bottle of soda for himself.

"The prison is so heavily guarded, prisoners can't escape, right?" Su Yu asked out loud.

"That's right, I deliberately let that prisoner out, just to contact you." Gong Nineteen confessed.

"Isn't the way you make a phone call?"

Gong Shijiu waved his hand and said: "The call is too deliberate, at this point in time, you and I shouldn't know each other, so I chose a more secure way."

"What do you call it safe? What if he rushes into my neighbor's house? ”

"So I said it's safer, and your neighbor, 105 is unmanned, and the occupant of 103 died a while ago, and the house was bought by you."

After hearing this, Su Yu felt a chill behind him.

His life was being watched.

Seemingly sensing Su Yu's anger, the man said with a smile: "Actually, there is nothing to be angry about, it is quite convenient to find out about the convenience of work." ”

"That fugitive you deliberately let out, if I hadn't shot first, he would have died, right?"

Su Yu approached him step by step.

"There are some things that are not necessarily believing, such as the prisoners I met downstairs, you must think of me abusing the prisoners, making them afraid of me from the bottom of their hearts, so some people will call me a demon."

Gong Shijiu's words made Su Yu feel like a punch was being punched on the cotton, and what he thought was exactly what he said.

"No. 0318 has a serious tendency to violence, and he often can't control his fists and kicks at his fellow inmates, and the cubicle on the second floor is actually here." Gong Nineteen pressed the button on the table.

The lily window on the wall was pulled up, and Su Yu saw an extremely warm room with prisoners listening to soothing songs and flipping through magazines.

Gong Shijiu pushed his glasses and said, "I will give them psychological counseling from time to time." ”

Su Yu was like a deflated balloon, feeling that his emotions were fluctuating like brain waves.

What you think in your heart is clearly dissected without even opening your mouth.

There is a feeling of being looked down upon.

No wonder they call him a demon, it doesn't matter about strength, and after a few rounds, his psychology is pinched in applause.

Terrible.

Su Yu's evaluation of him is only two words.

The huge desk is as neat as new, and a picture frame is slightly obtrusive on the tabletop.

A thick pile of banknotes placed next to it is also particularly eye-catching.

Su Yu's eyelids jumped lightly, and the money seemed to have been prepared in advance.

"Have you ever heard of cause and effect? The ethereal kind. ”

"Cause and effect?" Su Yu was a little puzzled.

"If I contact you by phone, it means that there is a cause first, and I know you, so I called you. And I met you in this way, that is, there is a cause and then an effect, because the fugitive from my prison went to your house, so you and I met under a series of coincidences. ”

"You've got too much involved, and that's all I can do."

Su Yu listened in a fog, but it seemed that the man had no ill will towards him.

Gong Jiu shook his head and said, "The prince has always wanted you to know about this, and I think that it may help you to grow it, but since he is gone, I will take the responsibility of taking care of you, according to my way."

The man picked up the photo frame and handed the money on the table to Su Yu.

The man in the frame is on the left, smiling, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze.

On the right is a young man with a sword and a grim face.

The prince grinned on the shoulders of the two, smiling brightly and with a spring breeze on his face.