mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 371 You Want to Break Out of Prison
Zhao Chuanxin can think of who is visiting the prison with his toes.

He first looked up at the guards with guns on the high wall, and then wore glasses to see if there were ambushes on both sides of the corridor. After confirming, he raised his chin at the prison guards: "Lead the way ahead."

In the visiting room, Edith Roosevelt sat there awkwardly.

As a well-educated, high-ranking woman, she had never been in a place like a prison.

I only felt the wind blowing, and I was surrounded by malice in all directions.

Undoubtedly, this is a sinful place.

Just when he was restless, Zhao Chuanxin appeared.

Seeing that he was not wearing handcuffs and still had a cigarette in his mouth, she couldn't help but froze.

Is the management system of Sing Sing Prison so broad?

Zhao Chuanxin sat down with a smile: "Edith, do you miss your old..."

Edith Roosevelt saw the prison guard guarding the door, stared at Zhao Chuanxin and interrupted: "Don't talk nonsense."

She could even guess what was behind it.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and said dissatisfiedly to the prison guard: "Hey, why are you so rude? You even eavesdropped on us, get out!"

Is it really okay to talk to the prison guard like this?
Edith Roosevelt sat on wax, and it would be too bad if she fought in front of her.

However, what surprised her was that the prison guard didn't dare to fart, and walked out in desperation, closing the door intimately.

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "That's it, let's talk about Edie."

Da Luo called Edith Roosevelt "Edie", which was the first time he heard it from outsiders.

She was annoyed: "Can't you be more serious?"

"That's good." Zhao Chuanxin sat up straight with a serious face.

Broadway actors don't change faces as quickly as he does.

Edith Roosevelt said, "I'm in trouble."

"Oh, isn't that normal?" Zhao Chuanxin's performance was not at all what Edith Roosevelt thought.He concluded: "You are a troublemaker."

"I..." Edith Roosevelt wanted to take off his shoes and pat him with the soles of his shoes: "I'm really in trouble. There's a police detective named Charles Baker blackmailing me, but I can't pay him. I think this This kind of thing, you should have experience, I want to ask you how to do it?"

Hearing this name, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

Isn't this the second-hand police detective who interrogated him?

Zhao Chuanxin said seriously: "Indeed, I am very good at it. Next time he comes again, I suggest you force yourself to calm down, then count from one to ten in your heart, take twenty deep breaths, and it is best to recite the "Rosary" silently, remember The good things in life, like your husband, or those days with me that I have to say..."

Edith Roosevelt's face became darker the more he heard it, and finally he was as black as the bottom of a pot.

After all, her anger outweighed her politeness, she slapped the table with a "bang" and said, "Talk to me!"

You are so old, what kind of crime is this?

Zhao Chuanxin's serious face collapsed in an instant, and he said with a smile: "When you calm down completely, at this time, you can take a gun and shoot him in the head, which will be more accurate."

"..."

Edith Roosevelt was tired.

Why am I here?

She got up and was about to leave without saying a word.

Seeing that she was really angry, Zhao Chuanxin got up and grabbed her.

"Hey, why are you so stingy?"

Edith Roosevelt struggled to break free, putting his hands behind his back uncomfortably.

Good guy, you can pull as long as you want, do you have to hold hands?

Even middle-aged women are not spared, right?
She had to suppress her anger and sat down again.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Charles Baker, right? I happen to have a festival with him. You leave this matter to me. If you dare to threaten Edie, it is unbearable."

Edith Roosevelt was very annoyed: "Don't call me that, goosebumps are coming up. Besides, you are afraid that Her Majesty and your...things will be exposed, so you acted?"

"Okay, Edie." Zhao Chuanxin said: "I have nothing to do with the Queen, we are innocent, don't get me wrong and get angry."

"Why the hell am I angry?" In a hurry, Edith Roosevelt swears one of the few times in his life.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled on the surface, but sneered in his heart: Never try to take advantage of me.

Edith Roosevelt frowned: "But how did you get out? You shouldn't be in trouble, so many people have died, and I can't let you out."

"It's okay." Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "The most important thing in walking the rivers and lakes is luck. Can you go out and follow the fate?"

"you……"

"Hehe, wash up and wait for me at night."

Edith Roosevelt suddenly stood up, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin, blushing with embarrassment: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Chuanxin also got up, and laughed: "When you see an important person like me, shouldn't you take a bath and burn incense? You have dirty thoughts, and you don't know where you want to go."

"Enough of you!" Edith Roosevelt said angrily.

"Hehe, where do you live?"

Edith Roosevelt gave him his room number at the Walldorf Hotel.

When she finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin patted the door and window: "Okay, we're done talking."

Edith Roosevelt was very angry, but there was nothing he could do.

So he left angrily.

If I get along with this person for a long time, I'm afraid I'll have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Thinking of how well-bred she is, she was so angry that she lost her mind.

But after walking out the door, she was taken aback suddenly: What does Zhao Chuanxin mean?Can we meet tonight?
When Zhao Chuanxin was walking back, the prison guard said, "Scavenger, the land in the backyard of the prison is leveled today, and a new prison dormitory will be built there in the future. Do you... go back first, or go there?"

It's frustrating to have to discuss this kind of thing with the prisoner.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Of course I went to work in the backyard. My life creed is to be diligent in housekeeping, love peace, and hate war."

"..."

When they came to the backyard, everyone was surprised to see that Zhao Chuanxin came to work with such a big frame.

Zhao Chuanxin found a few local gangsters and gathered them together: "Everyone, we, the Smell Society, are now going to redeem the Mercy, thank all sentient beings, and will carry out a super-sacred activity. Hope you don't miss it."

These minions were immediately confused: What do you mean?
A Jew hesitated: "Scavenger, I don't think I have such deep roots of wisdom, I'm afraid I didn't understand what you meant."

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "A group of idiots want me to translate. I mean, we, the Smell Society, want to hunt down and kill a person now, and we need everyone's strength outside to make some contributions. Can you understand this?"

Someone felt relieved and vowed: "It's a small matter, I just say a word."

Some people stammered: "I think, I do have a friend, but it's not certain whether he will listen to me."

It is clear at a glance who is doing well and who is doing poorly.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper and asked them to write a letter and write down the address.

A black man wrote more than a dozen names and slapped his chest: "Master, these are brothers from my mother. As long as they are rewarded with food and not let them be bullied by white people, they will definitely be willing to do their best. .”

Sure enough, black women's buttocks are big and easy to give birth to.

It's just that Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder compassionately: "Son, don't get me wrong, I'm not an almshouse."

Black person:"……"

At this time, a gentle economic prisoner wearing glasses said, "Scavenger, are you going to be released?"

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

It's impossible, right?
Zhao Chuanxin is an outlaw lunatic who has killed many people. Can this be released?

"That's not true." Zhao Chuanxin denied it flatly. "Just going to take a vacation."

"..."

People work more, but it's not that tiring.

Andrew Miller, in particular, spouted out dictating The Chamber Pot Sutra, which he had conceived all night long.

Zhao Chuanxin listened several times and wanted to put down the shovel in his hand and beat up this idiot.

Because he often talks inconsistently, and the myth part is sloppy.Zhao Chuanxin is a master of storytelling, and he scoffs at such shoddy and inferior stories.

But what can this group of prisoners at the bottom of society understand?
On the contrary, they were fascinated by listening, and it became a rare pastime for them to work, and they had to ask questions and interact with each other from time to time, and Andrew Miller never tired of it.

When night fell, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Andrew Miller's clothes when he was walking back: "You tell a fucking story upside down, go back and polish it up."

The self-satisfied Andrew Miller was taken aback: "This... I think they are very happy to hear it."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Take a pen and paper and write down the story. You can read it yourself and then tell it. Later, the part about the son of the chamber pot god should be more refreshing. We are different from those coquettish sluts. We want to have fun. Make it enjoyable."

Andrew Miller, like all gifted writers, tells stories purely with passion and inspiration.

If you talk like this, sooner or later there will be a day when you can’t continue talking, or the talk will collapse.

He said bitterly, "Sir, I don't have much education, so I don't have that kind of ability."

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "What kind of ability do you want? Let me teach you how to create a story that pretends to be a face, and how the son of the chamber pot should 'don't bully the young and poor'..."

He muttered until he got Andrew Miller back to his cell.

Andrew Miller's eyes were frighteningly bright.

He already regarded this as a game, an interesting process, and he didn't find it boring.

After Zhao Chuanxin returned to his cell, he cut open the door lock, put on a shadow cloak, and went to the warden's office.

The warden is at his desk doing paperwork, the pen is rustling on the papers, and he is writing fast.

Suddenly, the door opened.

He frowned and looked up.

Who is so rude?
Then, he saw Zhao Chuanxin.

I, Cao... Even if the warden gives Zhao Chuanxin a wide range of authority, he can't just run out and sneak into the warden's office, can he?

He got up suddenly, opened the drawer subconsciously, and took out the revolver.

A black shadow rushed over, and a pleasant whistle sounded. The warden's arms were tied, and his body was forcibly tied to the back of the chair.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and raised his index finger: "Shh, don't yell, it's easy to die."

The warden's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his face was pale.

"What do you want?"

"I'm here to ask you for a vacation, what are you doing!"

As Zhao Chuanxin said, he took out the revolver from the drawer and placed it on the other side of the table.

He whistled, and the whip of judgment bounced back into his hand.

The warden moved his aching arms that were strangled, and looked at the revolver on the other side of the desk, his expression struggling as if he was constipated.

The warden laughed dryly: "If you ask for leave, you can just tell the prison guards, no one will disturb you."

He thought it was daytime work, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to participate.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the desk, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "I must ask you for this leave."

"How to say?"

"Because I'm afraid that once I leave, you'll let someone in and stab Andrew Miller to death."

The warden finally came to his senses: "You, you want to escape from prison?"

(End of this chapter)