Chapter 71: "grave"

Ep58 "Grave"
The sudden confession of "serial killer and killer" has caused a big wave in social public opinion. Not only the news media, but also the public are divided into gangs. They have quarreled with each other on forums and Twitter. "Guilty" shifted to "Why plead guilty in a trial where the trial is dominant", and the conspiracy theories about the federal government's and CIA's black-box operations are tumultuous. Leo and Rob's office building is always crowded with enthusiastic journalists. Due to the siege and protest of the youth killing fan group, the detention center was like a fortress washed down by tide, so that it almost dispatched riot police and helicopters.
In the office, Rob brushed online news while complaining: "... torture was forced to confess? Nonsense, he was not locked in Guantanamo ... 'Unspeakable inside / outside of the transaction'? Then how do you know! Leo, these reporters are so foolish, but they still say that you and the killer— "
Leo's heart stopped beating.
"Oh, I read it wrong. Sorry, that's a fantasy article written by slash powder."
"Slash powder?" Leo asked puzzledly.
Rob took a peek at Leo, feeling that his expression was calm and peaceful, as if he had completely got rid of the pain and entanglement before, and he should not deliberately avoid certain topics. "Well, it's the fans who are arguing about L / K or K / L. The big ticket is mainly young women."
"I still don't quite understand."
"It's you two, that ... who's attacking who suffers."
Leo looked at him in shock, and the other side waved hands again and again to indicate that the problem was not with him.
"It's all blame for the damn" Birth and Death ". Canning sold some of its fragments to the website at high prices, and the Internet immediately became a sensation. You don't know how many publishers are vying for its original copyright, which has led to the birth of it. A whole fan circle has emerged. By the way, by the way, Roy Lee's previously published novels are sold out. It is said that they are now being reprinted. "
"... Crazy world." Leo held her breath, feeling almost strangled by herself. So many people think of the relationship between law enforcement and suspects because of a novel? Damn, Shaoqing won't write in something that shouldn't be written, right? For example, with a bullet in his mouth, and even later ... he inevitably thought desperately that the reputation of the FBI would be ruined once!
"No, in the past it was popular for fans to write hand-written love letters and propose marriages, but now they have switched to building websites and pulling CPs." Rob shrugged, and said ironically, "Why is the time progressing?"
Leo rested his palm on his forehead and moaned / groaned lowly.
"It's okay," the green-eye partner patted his shoulder comfortably. "It's just some rotten woman's obscenity. It won't affect your work and life, and I will also keep my mouth shut. But seriously, I also Quite curious-who the did you bother with? "
Leo didn't even have the strength to moan / groan. He knocked Rob's head hard with the newspaper scroll at his side: "How about the commando side, did you rescue Li Biqing?"
"The news that has just arrived has been successfully rescued and taken to the hospital for a full-body examination. It seems to be a little bit of trouble except for the spirit. It is a pity that the person in charge of the caretaker has fled for a long time and did not catch it, otherwise he can Cross-examine the details of the killings. "
Leo's expression looked unexpectedly: "Even if he grabs it, he can't ask anything substantial. He always plans to move."
"That's why I was surprised by his unpredictable confession," Rob said. "I heard that prosecutor Marcinie has reached a plea deal with him this morning-he will plead guilty and confess in court and confess to the bureau. Identities, associates and funding sources, and acknowledged to reporters and the public that the plot in the novel is only literary creation, not fact, in exchange for a 17-year sentence. "
"17 years." Leo Shensheng said, his eyes fell on the newspaper headline photo.
"In fact, it's not that long, you can apply for execution outside prison after serving two thirds of your sentence ..." Rob felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong and quickly turned to the front. "You know his hometown is Phoenix, and his real name is Elvy Is Lee? His parents— "
Rob suddenly silenced, because the dark-haired detective on the other side was red / naked with a mocking expression "believe that you lose." "Well, I know you won't give up the idea of ​​investigating in person." He shrugged. "You OCD patient, paranoid."
Leo smiled, waiting for the call, and the text message sounded suddenly. He took out a glance at the text on the screen, and his face suddenly changed subtly. He stood up and picked up the black coat on the back of the chair: "I found a clue from a file 20 years ago, this Just set off for Utah. Rob, I have a task for you. "
"Mission? Guaranteed to complete!" Rob Diao Erlang paid a two-finger military salute locally.
"Go to the airport to pick up a woman named Jasmine Lawrence. Her flight just landed now."
"Jasmine Lawrence ..." Rob blinked, suddenly screaming like a dream: "Jasmine! No, no, you can't throw this kind of life from birth to death! What do you tell me to do? Explain to her that you caused your real brother-in-law to be under house arrest, and now you are lying in the hospital, and put the fake brother-in-law in bed and thrown into prison? Oh my god, I ca n’t imagine the expression of Jasmine! Solve any problems! After all, she is your sister, and no matter how angry you are, I won't really treat you, I'm different ... Rio! Rio! "
His dark-haired partner walked out of the office without turning back, flinging the door, almost fleeing.
"Are you leaving?" Alessio asked in the MCC's cell, the young man sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for the prison guard to come and pick him up. "I heard that you pleaded guilty. I'm not surprised. I was surprised that you actually specified that you would serve a sentence in Rex Island Prison as one of the conditions for plea bargaining?"
Sha Qing didn't answer, and it's not surprising how this young Italian man knew-he looked like a decent man who never lacked the means, and had a network of intricate connections.
"I haven't told you that the island is nicknamed" Grave "?" Alessio sat down beside him and said in a sincere and persuasive tone, "Listen to me, Okura is not a detention center, we are all Know what a ghost place is for a jailer, but believe me, the 'grave' is worse than all the prisons you can imagine! "
Sha Qing casually replied, "I know."
"Then you still--" Alessio snapped aloud. During this time, he had begun to understand the roommates who lived together day and night, and knew how explosive the tenacity and sharpness were lurking under the other's seemingly ordinary body. If such a man is determined to do something, even God cannot stop it.
"Okay," Alessio sighed. "If you insist on doing this, I would like to ask you to do me a favor." He reached into his prison suit, pulled out a ring from his small pocket, put it The palm of the killer: "Please help me give this ring to my brother. His name is Timothy Bellardi, which is in the fifth district of Rex Island Prison."
Look at the ring with a killer look, and the double-headed viper entwined with a lily flower pattern on the ring face is almost as big as a ring. "I don't think it's just as simple as a ring, but you have a way to send it to Rex Island."
Alessio said: "Yes, but I only trust you. In fact, it is not only a ring, but also a family seal. The Italian Berardi family, I think you should have heard of it."
"Oh, the godfather's seal." Sha Qing laughed. "Do you really still keep the old habit of stamping secret letters?"
Alessio smiled a little sternly: "It is also a token of the family heritage. In fact, we call it the ring of cursing in private. Its last owner was my uncle, who died of assassination; the previous one was mine. My cousin Derek, who later died unexpectedly from an electric shock on a cruise ship. One of my cousins, Vincent, wanted to get it too, but the unlucky man fell from a dozen floors because of an elevator failure ... "
"Do you believe this?" Sha Qing asked back.
"It's not important. What's important is that I don't want to accept it, believe it or not, but obviously my brother doesn't think so." Alessio shrugged. One day I will die of an accident. "
"Your brother has a bad relationship?"
"No, that's fine-as long as there are no key interests involved."
Killing the young man for a moment, he said, "Well, I'll do you a favor, and I should thank you for taking care of this time. But I don't know your brother."
"You can recognize him as soon as you see him, I promise," Alessio said with a smile.
At this time, the escorted prisoner came over and knocked on the iron door with a batons to remind that the time for departure was over. Sha Qing put the ring into his underwear pocket and got up to the door. Alessio couldn't help but grab his wrist and, before the other person flew away, attached to his ear and said, "Be careful ... everyone."
Sha Qing nodded slightly and walked out of the prison door opened by the prison guard.
As he walked through the corridor, he saw a familiar face—one of his Mahjong teammates, the professional killer of the big circle in Hong Kong, Gan. The young Asians with glasses stood in front of them, looking pale and emaciated, and not aggressive, but they made the guards alert as if they met a poisonous snake.
"Don't be nervous, I just want to come over and express my emotions," he said in a quivering voice. "As soon as he left, we were missing one again."
Passing by, Gan Min reached the killer's ear, and spit out a sentence gently and softly: "Look at your good brand, give you a farewell gift-under the floor tiles of the laundry room in the fifth area of ​​the tomb. Find it. "
By the time the guard came forward to stop him, he had slipped away like a snake.
Sha Qing pouted at the corner of his mouth thoughtfully.
The was carrying the only passenger on board, leaving the Federal Detention Center in New York at dark.
Alecio, standing by the window of the seventh floor of the MCC, watched the van engulfed in the night and stretched out a hand to the side. The cell phone was handed from the prison guard's pocket to his palm. The brunette Italian youth dialed a number and then said only three words:
"he came."
The desolate coastline was looming in the morning mist. On an isolated island two kilometers away from the coastline, only a long arched bridge is connected to the land, like a sudden mass of malignant tumors born from healthy limbs. The island is lined with many low-rise buildings. A large barge, which has been immobilized, is moored along the island, and the covered five-story white ship is covered with dense windows.
All these buildings have only one function: the prison.
The Rex Island Prison, surrounded by high-wall power grids, is divided into ten areas. They are nested in a labyrinth, but they stand on their own and are isolated from the world.
This is the corner cast aside and forgotten by the whole world.
The first thing every prisoner does when he comes here is to take a bath.
Due to the large number of detainees, the bathrooms were used alternately in the morning, evening and evening. When the two prison guards took a newcomer into the bathroom in the fifth district, the huge space immediately became agitated.
The prisoner Simon almost glanced at the new prisoner with sympathetic eyes: In a place where this hormonal swollen was almost exploding, this too handsome face was a carnival in for everyone. It was a fatal tragedy to himself.
None of the people who entered the prison were fuel-efficient lamps. Simon understood it, but he couldn't see it in his eyes. He knocked two water pipes with a truncheon deterrently: "Take your bath honestly! Everyone today! Don't try to do anything bad! "
He and another prison guard named Joe quite dutifully watched the newcomers take a shower in a room with a nasty look-after all, it was the first day, and there was no violent incident. -Then take the new couple to the infirmary for a suicidal psychological test.
The rest of the red / naked men in the room were struggling with their claws in their dissatisfaction.
A black fat man weighing at least 250 pounds, while enjoying the rubbing service of two people, ordered another confidant: "I want the new kid to live in my room tonight, and tell Larry that I am willing to pay the normal price. double."
"I'm three times out," said a burly black man with a provocative look in the crowd at the other end of the bathroom. He was tattooed from the top of his bare head to his ankle, as if an iron tower had been patronized by the graffiti.
"Wolf stick, I will cut your pattern leather inch by inch, and sew curtains and toilet pads ..." The black fat man narrowed his invisible eyes and said insidiously.
"You can only do these mother-in-law's work tricks, Malvo." The other side said rudely, "Can you still be tough since the second child was almost bitten by a new guy last time? Or can you say that you have A new position behind his own ass? "
To change to the usual, the two groups of opponents had already fisted each other and broke their blood. But today, the atmosphere is more weird and repressed, and both sides are unwilling to control themselves deliberately, as if the sea surface is extremely low in pressure, a huge storm is brewing in the dense clouds and rain.
"... wait and see, the wolf stick, wait and see." Malwow said muffledly, his eyes flashing with fierce beast-like fierce light.
The wolf laughed and twitched his fingers unconsciously, as if holding some weapon: "Wait, fat."
Larry, who was responsible for arranging the cell, was in distress. Malvero and the wolfstick, neither of whom wanted to offend. Although they are prisoners and he is a prison guard, he and his parents live in New York. Whether they offend the boss or the blood boss, they will have a devastating blow to the safety of the family-even the boss in jail.
This is really a terrible errand, Larry thought resentfully, new people have every day, why do they have to look at the same! And they are all determined to get it! Just as he was having a terrible headache, Simon came over with two cups of coffee and put one of them on his table. "Why are you staring at the schedule? You're keeping a fat."
Larry sighed hard and said to a colleague and friend, "If you can help me solve this problem, I will give you 1,250 yuan on both sides."
After Simon listened with interest, he showed a joke of "Something will stump you": "It's not easy? It's not enough to give the newcomer a single cell."
"But doesn't it offend both sides?"
"After listening to me, cell 1317 wasn't just vacated. Arrange him in."
Larry's eyes lit up: if anyone in District 5 can compete with Malvo and the Wolf Club, it is undoubtedly the one who lives in the single cell of No. 1316. "But," Godfather "is bad ..."
Simon hated the iron head with a stirring spoon and said, "What's the matter! Just give a wind to Malvo and the wolf stick, and let them think that it means" godfather. "
Larry suddenly filled in the name in the schedule, just wrote "Elvis", and looked up worriedly and asked, "How did Peggy, who lived in 1317, die, don't you forget?" Sending a new person without saying a greeting would anger the 'Godfather'? "
Simon pointed at the photo of the newcomer on the computer screen-even if he stood in front of a ruler holding a name tag, the young man named "Elvis Lee" was still beautiful and out of touch with the whole prison. "Will he be treated as a gift of sincerity or hostile provocation?"
Larry glanced at the photo, couldn't help but look at it again, and finally nodded and admitted: "As a heterosexual, I still have to say it fairly. He is better than most female prison guards and nurses on the island. Even if he is not sexually interested, It's good to have a look. "
"That's it." Saimen finished his cup of coffee and got up and said, "I still have to continue on duty, and by the way give those memorable some colors-I can't offend the big ones, can't I clean up the small ones? Mother always feels that the atmosphere is n’t right these days, like something bad is going to happen ... "
"Stop the crow's mouth," Larry said, "is there anything worse than rotting scum in the 'grave'?"
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