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Chapter 13 Surprise or surprise?
Abruzzi moved quickly.

In the afternoon, Ding Ze joined the PI and was asked to work in a small house next to the playground.

The same goes for Michael and Lincoln.

The two brothers were working and chatting quietly not far apart.

Abruzzi stood aside, looking at brothers Dingze and Michael from time to time.

"Boss, why do you want the three of them to join?" A subordinate who replaced Quinn asked Abruzzi in confusion.

Abruzzi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Get closer to your friends and get closer to your enemies."

The subordinate's brain was not very full, so he was deep in thought and said nothing.

At this time.

Michael glanced at Albrucci quietly, then whispered to Lincoln, "So far, the plan is going quite smoothly. Next, there is a very critical matter that needs to be resolved. Once this matter is resolved, we can officially start work. .”

Lincoln asked, "What's the matter?"

"My roommate. I have no way of knowing who my roommate is until I get in," Michael replied. "If we want to leave, I have to get my roommate to come with me, otherwise I won't be able to do anything in prison. "

"So, what's the problem? The kid doesn't want to leave?" Lincoln asked.

Michael shook his head, "It's been a few days since I came here, and I still can't figure him out. I haven't asked yet... That person is very strange, and I have a bad feeling about him."

Lincoln looked at Ding Ze, who was transforming into a painter and painting, "What do you mean?"

"I can't tell you, he gives me the feeling that he has no concern for the outside world, and it doesn't matter if he stays here..." Speaking of this, Michael had a headache. "He always greets people with a smile, and you can't tell what he is thinking in his heart. What, what he said, it’s hard to determine how true it is and how false it is… I even think he is scarier than the people like Abruzzi.”

Lincoln was silent for a moment, "What should we do?"

Michael frowned slightly, "We don't have a lot of time. I plan to give him a try. If it doesn't work, I'll find a way to find another roommate."

"can do?"

"It's man-made."

That's all the two brothers talked about about Ding Ze.

Ding Ze naturally noticed the conversation between the two Michael brothers, and roughly guessed that the two brothers were discussing him.

However, he didn't pay much attention.

Because he already had a response plan for this.

'Just tonight. '

'Comrade Michael, it's time for you to experience the taste of surprise. '

Silently chanting, Ding Ze continued to concentrate on painting the wall.

He couldn't explain what was going on, but he just felt that doing this kind of work made him feel inexplicably calm.

This made him feel quite comfortable.

blink of an eye.

evening.

The canteen will reopen at noon today.

During lunch, many prisoners either chose not to eat or ate with trepidation.

As a result, no one was poisoned.

Therefore, after dinner, all the prisoners felt much calmer, except for a few who were extremely afraid of death and were still a little scared.

After eating, taking a shower, and returning to the cell in Area A, there will be about an hour of free time. Before that, there will be a roll call.

Ding Ze stood in front of the railing outside the cell door and looked carefully at the first floor.

Bagwell's group of white people gathered together and stared sharply at Franklin's group of black people diagonally opposite.

The reverse is also true.

The smell of gunpowder in the eyes of both parties could not be too strong.

War can be described as imminent.

'Don't fight tonight, I haven't got a weapon yet. '

Ding Ze said silently.

In the original drama, before the war between black and white, the prison guards, who knew clearly that there would be such a war, suddenly launched an operation to seize contraband in Area A prison.This action hadn't happened yet, so during the day, he thought about it and didn't go to the 'department store' to get a weapon.

There is no point in doing it, you have to throw it away later, otherwise once the prison guards find it, you will have to be locked up for a few days.

He didn't like being locked up.

Fortunately.

Until the end of the free time, the black and white war did not start.

Ding Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

Time flies by.

The prisoners are back in their cells, the cell doors are closed, and the prisoners' nightlife begins.

Michael, wearing a long-sleeved top, silently went to the sink and started washing his clothes.

Ding Ze sat on the bed, leaned against the wall, looked at Michael, and smiled, "Michael, I've always had a question that I want to ask you."

"Huh? What's the problem?" Michael looked back at Ding Ze and asked.

"Your tattoo is very interesting," Ding Ze said with a smile.

"Mr. Ding, this is not a problem," Michael's expression changed slightly and he did not look back.

"Don't worry, the question will come soon," Ding Ze lowered his voice intentionally, "The question is, why is there a construction drawing hidden in your tattoo?"

As soon as this word comes out.

hum!
Michael was shocked, his body stiffened, and he was completely shocked.

see.

Hey.

Surprise, not unexpected?
Ding Ze smiled brightly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...
After several seconds, Michael successfully forced himself to conceal his shock and replied as calmly as possible, "Mr. Ding, I don't understand what you are talking about."

This is very interesting.

Ding Ze did not hesitate and continued to stimulate, "Really? Probably not, after all, you are a genius. I am curious, where did you get the drawings of this prison?"

Click! ! ! ! !

Michael's expression changed drastically, and his breathing suddenly became much heavier.

follow closely.

At this point, saying that you don’t understand it is obviously doing more harm than good and is too passive.

Michael was not a passive person, so he immediately braced himself, turned around, and looked up at Ding Ze, who was sitting on the upper bunk.

Ding Ze had a bright smile on his face.

The two just looked at each other without speaking.

For a while.

Michael, with a gloomy face, had to admit defeat in the end. After all, he wanted to save Lincoln, and he couldn't afford the consequences of this being exposed.

Michael spoke and struggled for the last time, "Mr. Ding, you may have read it wrong. Before I was imprisoned, I was a construction engineer, and my tattoo was just a work I designed."

"Michael," Ding Ze said calmly and calmly, "Are you sure you want to insist on saying this? Your plan is to start from this prison. If you persist, it will become your Roommate, I have changed my mind."

Michael: “…..”

This is so special.

In an instant, Michael's face turned gloomy, almost like the dark clouds in the sky before a storm.

As a genius who is accustomed to taking the initiative and is good at strategizing and keeping all things under control, he believes that this rescue cannot go terribly wrong...

Facing such a huge problem in front of him, Michael couldn't help but feel as if he was struck by lightning, and his head was buzzing...

This state lasted for a while.

"Who are you?" Michael tried his best to calm down and asked in horror.

(End of this chapter)