Sha Qing

Ep53 inside and outside the network

In the room where the prisoner's clothes were changed yesterday, Sha Qing changed to a dark suit provided by the prison side and worked normally. After going through a series of procedures, he was held by four prison guards and passed through a cold and long underground passage.

The passage is more than 600 meters long, and runs from the basement of the MCC (Federal Detention Center) to the basement of the adjacent Federal Court of the Southern District of New York for the escorting of suspects to court.

I don't know if I received the forbidden password from above, or I was too lazy to talk to the suspect. The prison guards looked cold and silent all the way, only the sound of hard-soled leather boots hitting the concrete floor echoed in the narrow space. Sha Qing didn't ask any questions. He was taken silently into the basement of the court, locked in a prison cell with three walls, and peered out through the only iron fence.

Occasionally, a few legs and feet could be seen in the walkway outside the iron net, but they all passed by. Sha Qing felt the painful wrist after removing the shackles, and leaned against the wall. According to normal procedures, today should not be a real hearing ... What's next, to meet the pre-trial service officer? Or meet with a government-appointed lawyer?

At this moment, the hurried footsteps moved from distance to distance. Just a few seconds later, a figure slammed against the prison's iron bar, casting a shadow like a predatory eagle, trying to capture its prey instantly. .

Sha Qing raised his eyes and looked at each other.

It was a white man in a suit and leather shoes, about thirty-seven years old, of ordinary appearance, and there was nothing particularly impressive, but he couldn't tell what was wrong with the five senses. In short, it was lacking. His taupe hair was meticulously combed, his horns and jaw were shaved cleanly, and he was wearing a tailor-made designer suit and shiny leather shoes, just like the spokesperson for a certain class of social elites-well paid but without personality. But it is one of the white-collar workers in the luxuriously decorated office.

At this moment, the man seemed to be dysfunctional, holding his fingers tightly against the fence, his face pale with a touch of intense exercise or emotional flushing, and working hard to reduce the lack of majestic voice, said eagerly: "Listen to me It cost me quite a while to come in, and I have very limited time. I will finish as soon as possible, please listen carefully-"

A tone that is suppressed by authority and suspense and has to be held still. When placed on a prisoner in isolation and helpless, he can get unexpected results, and the weaker one will obey unconsciously.

A little funny guy. Sha Qing took two steps forward to see more clearly behind the barbed wire, the pair of slender gray eyes sunk in the eye sockets.

"I know who you are and what you want," the other party said quickly. "Perhaps you feel that you are already struggling and helpless. They deprive you of your personal freedom, all your rights, and even your life goals in the second half of your life— —But, ”he deliberately exacerbated the twist,“ Before that, you still have a chance to choose, which can help you avoid the chance of facing that desperate situation-here, now! ”

He said this with a sigh of relief, and paused for a moment, as if to ask the other party to focus all their attention on the following gospel: "Listen to me, you must push out the government-appointed free lawyer, the mediocre, mediocre etc Dead idiots, and then tell them that you choose me, Canning Gonzalez, as your personal lawyer. "

He shoved a small rolled-up paper card from the grid. "Here is my business card, catch it and kill Mr. Qing."

The last word cut through the air like a crisp rest, letting the blue eyes pass a glimmer of light. In the case where the FBI intentionally closed the news, even the prison side was completely ignorant of his true identity, but the man who claimed to be a lawyer accurately broke his identity and had to say that he had a hand.

"I don't want to ask you how you know my identity, Mr. Lawyer," killing a young leopard that just emerged from the darkness, approached him lightly, "but you said just now that you know what I want. Say, tell Me, what do I want? "

Even though the other party was leaning back involuntarily across the net fence, he immediately grasped the barbed wire tightly, and looked directly at the blue eyes, releasing a kind of heat mixed with trembling and excitement. "Released without guilt! Yes, I believe I can do it. This case is unique and it is a legend. Once exposed, it will set off a huge uproar in society! Public opinion will blow the overwhelming storm-crushing the mast, or instigating sails It depends on how you control the direction of the wind. Only I can help you steer in the storm! Imagine when the jury was convinced and the judge knocked the mallet to acquit him. The moment you walked out of the gate with great energy, the shining magnesium light Flocks of journalists, screaming crowds will directly push you to the throne of urban heroes! Our people need a heroic image that cuts off evil and omnipotence, even if he himself comes from the darkness! "

Sha Qing slowly tilted his head, as if in order to better examine this inflammatory language from the grid, he smiled and curved his mouth: "——the answer is wrong. But you are funny and ambitious. Ambitious. You want to use me and use this case to become famous overnight. In your eyes is the determination to climb up because you are unwilling to do so. No matter what the price is, you can accept it. "

"I like people with motivation." Su Qing concluded, holding out **** and taking away the business card in the other's hand.

"Thank you!" Said the other party, "but I'm sorry I can't tell you more now, I have to go ..."

"You should go. I heard the bailiff's footsteps."

Cunning, like a frightened cricket, jumped up from the net fence, surpassed the age-appropriate fitness hand, and quickly disappeared into the sight of killing youth.

Half a minute later, a bailiff wearing a waistband and a young man in a suit appeared in front of the iron fence.

When the young lawyer who looked burned and had the spree of last night under his eyes began to introduce himself routinely, and was about to read a federal indictment to his client, Sha Qing interrupted him very rudely: " Public lawyer? Oh no, I changed my mind, or let the state welfare go to those who need it more. Sorry, it wastes your precious time and energy, but anyway, you just go through the court to deal with it and legalize the trial process. That's not too wasteful, right, Mr. Lawyer? "

The young lawyer's dysfunctional complexion became more and more blue, and he gave him a stern glance before throwing his teeth, "God bless you!" And then waved away.

The bailiff looked at his angry back, and it seemed that he hadn't responded yet. He said slowly, "You see, before my lawyer arrived, I wouldn't say anything, and I couldn't go to court, so you guys just take me now. Send it back to MCC, or make the call on the business card? "He pushed a rolled business card out of the grid.

The bailiff took it, hesitated for a moment, and didn't seem to dare to deal with the incident without authorization, and planned to report it to him first. "We need to verify the identity of each other," he said, and then hurried away with a business card.

Even as a furnishing, the role of a lawyer is always indispensable, but it's just a difference between being stupid and being smarter. Canning Gonzalez ... I hope you have enough IQ, don't mess up this good show, and you can add some icing on the cake. Sha Qing said silently, left the iron fence net and retreated to the shadow by the wall.

Soon after, the bailiff returned to convey the opinion of a judge. Because the lawyer was temporarily changed, some materials needed to be re-prepared. The court on that day was postponed, and the defendant had to be returned to MCC for notification.

Four prison guards re-cuffed for killing the youth and returned as usual.

After changing the prison uniforms, he returned to Unit 7R. He Qing found out that his bed was occupied by a black fat man.

"I just left—" He looked up at the wall clock and sneered at the prison guards around him. "In less than an hour, life in the metropolis is really fast."

The jailer who escorted him was also somehow baffled, and Ian came over and said, "You should be grateful to change your room, double standard room with luxurious toilet and writing table. Maybe you don't think you have a jacuzzi?" The young blond jailer's smile on his face was as usual, as if he would not speak without a gun and a stick. "Well, go and get your things and follow me,‘ Someone on top ’, sir.”

Sha Qing shrugged, went to the bed, and threw his clothes into the cardboard box.

"You can't leave for a while and leave me here!" The Hispanic who came with him suddenly rushed and yelled, "It's not fair! Why can you go to the double room, but I want to stay here A scum-filled ghost place ?! This is not fair! "He snarled at the prison guard:" Give me a room, or I'll contact a lawyer to sue you for taking bribes, breaking regulations, and abusing prisoners! "

The grin on Ian's face turned into a cold blade, volleying across his skin, and the cruel maliciousness in his eyes made the Hispanic step back uncontrollably.

"It's good to have a lawyer if you have the money." He said, his voice was as thin as a poisonous snake. "I think you need some solid evidence so that your lawyer can write in the allegations, don't you?"

His gaze glanced at the suspects standing by in the room, paused on the faces of the two black men headed by him, seemed to give an invisible instruction, and then turned to leave.

Sha Qing was holding a cardboard box behind him. Before leaving the room, he heard the crowd knowingly moving his footsteps, as well as the thick nasal voices of the two black men with tower-like body shape: "What did I hear just now? Is it scum? Hmm? "

However, he has no sympathy to give to Hispanics, who are about to die. Because he always believed that a person can not be smart, but he must learn to see the current situation; he can be arrogant, but only if he has the arrogant capital.

Taking the elevator up to the 9th floor, Ian led Sha Qing through the surrounding aisle, stopped in front of a row of grid-like cells, and opened one of the thick iron doors.

"New apartment, new roommate. But I think you already know each other." He set his sights on the man sitting next to the bed in the cell, mockingly: "Are you sure you want it, Mafia? The downside is that this kid is a hard bone. , Be careful to break your teeth. "

He pushed inwardly on the killer's back with the end of a baton, and slammed the iron door shut.

"Hey, see you again, Lee." The brown-haired, blue-eyed Italian young man stood up, greeting him with a slight expression.

Sha Qing stared at his outstretched right hand and asked expressionlessly, "Are you asking me to kiss, Alessio? Otherwise you would throw me into the giant meat grinder?"

The latter withdrew his hand and frowned a bit awkwardly. "Don't say that, Lee," he explained gently. "It's all about the past. Now we are not so **** and violent, we usually only use guns."

He Qing exhaled and threw his cardboard box onto the bed. "I'm not used to it. You use such a harmless expression and say such sensational words."

Alessio smiled frankly and freshly, living like a good citizen with a normal job and upholding the law. "If it scares you, I'm sorry that wasn't my intention. By the way, how did you feel in court for the first time?"

"Tiger-headed," said Qing Qing dullly, "I think I have to stay here longer than expected."

"Uh, although such a question is a taboo in prison, you can't answer it at all—" Alessio hesitated a moment and still couldn't help asking: "What did they charge you for?"

Sha Qing glanced at him, as if spying on the conspiracy behind the problem, but the other's eyes were clear and friendly, and he could not see the slightest conspiracy, so he answered vaguely: "Kill."

"God, I can't see it at all!" The Italian sighed. "I thought it was tax evasion, smuggling, or something more ... weaker crime. Was it an accident, or was it too defensive? I can Understand that this society is like this. There are always guys with short eyes who think you are weak and weak because you do n’t have muscles or rough mouths. It ’s a good idea to teach this kind of person. But it ’s just a miss, do n’t So feel guilty that you are not wrong. "

Sha Qing recalled the bodies of those serial killers who were fuzzy and strangely dead, and nodded, "You are right, I think so."

When Leo wrapped up in his robe and signed for the express parcel, the headaches caused by severe lack of sleep and hangover were still circling in his skull, so that the unpacking hands were shaking.

He was sure he hadn't bought anything that needed to be mailed recently. Maybe a gift for a birthday, anniversary, or other important holiday that he has never forgotten? He wiped a dull face with his palm and sat down, rudely dumping the contents of the box on the sofa.

A set of folded men's outerwear, a small stack of change, a BlackBerry, a metal lighter ... all these pieces, seem to be all the wear and belongings of a man ... hell, there is actually a way Wear panties!

Is this a boring prank? Just as Leo was going to sweep everything, along with the small box, into the trash can, one of the objects stuck to his eyes.

It was a note with a few lines of black grass scribbled on it, damn, familiar writing—

"Dear, they told me to report my home address, but I did n’t have that stuff. In New York, I only knew one address, and I slept there for two nights. I had no choice but to send it in. Please keep it for me. Until I come to retrieve it.

Your faithful close friend and enemy. "

Leo jerked off the note and jumped up as if stung by a poisonous scorpion.

This **** one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand times bastard! douchebag! shameless! Go to your mother's "pro"! Go to your mother's "Sleep Two Nights"! Go to your mother's "faithful close friend"!

The intention was so vicious that it was as suffocating as biochemical gas. Leo gasped in a furious gasp, almost hearing the sound of his chest cracking because of excessive undulations.

That dazzling, blue-and-white striped **** lay on the sofa cushion, like a naked mocking face. Damn killing, to what extent does he want to humiliate him! Don't even stop squatting in prison!

Hasn't he been locked in yet? Leo twitched through the cardboard box with the sender's address clearly printed on it. That's right, it's the Federal Detention Center-even if that **** dies, he will give him a final blow! God, he feels that the headache is about to crack, as if a hacksaw is pulling back and forth in his brain. If he hits it **** a glass coffee table, he can completely solve the remaining problems and trace the **** in his mind. Erase it—yes, he is willing to blow his head out!

He clasped his head tightly with both hands, his waist bent into a stressful angle, and buried his face in his knees.

After a long time, in a silence, Leo moaned / groaned helplessly, "Go to your mother, kill the youth ..."

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