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Completing Jiang Chijing's words, the accurate answer should be-of course not.

In a few days, Zheng Mingyi will find that there is no monitoring installed in the bathhouse and bathroom. When he stays longer, he will know that even in the place where the monitoring is installed, there will be dead spots and damage to the monitoring.

This is not an unbelievable secret. The reason why improvements have not been made is that there are guards everywhere in the prison, and there are people from the patrol team on standby 24 hours a day, so the role of surveillance does not seem so important.

The guards in the Southern Prison seldom rely on surveillance to do things, but Jiang Chijing alone possesses a secret that no one else knows.

The library is located in the corner of the second floor of the public affairs building. Going further inside, there is a utility room occupied by the prisoners.

There were cleaning supplies such as mops and trolleys in the utility room, but at some point in time, the prisoners responsible for sanitation moved these items to other places one by one, leaving only two cabinets in the end. , Vacated this utility room.

During the severe winter and summer season, some prisoners would come to the utility room to chat if they didn't want to be on the playground or read in the library.

Later, there were mats for picnics and snacks brought by the prisoners, which completely turned into a recreation room for the prisoners.

When Jiang Chijing first transferred to the Southern Prison, he reported this problem to the warden. There was no surveillance in the recreation room, and it became a paradise for prisoners.

However, this recreation room has existed for several years, and there has never been any major incident. The warden did not want to arouse resistance from the prisoners, so he ignored Jiang Chijing's opinions.

So Jiang Chijing bought a pinhole camera and installed it in the entertainment room, just to take pictures of these prisoners violating prison regulations.

He had caught a few people who smoked inside, but this little thing was not enough to rectify this recreation room.

Over time, Jiang Chijing gradually gave up the idea of ​​nosy, but the pinhole camera remained in the entertainment room. When it was time for the wind, he would turn on the computer to see what the prisoners in the recreation room were doing.

This can be said to be voyeurism or surveillance. Jiang Chijing will not feel any guilt. Anyway, those people are prisoners, not like his neighbors...

Well, his neighbor has now become a prisoner.

Returning to the office area of ​​the library from the small conference room, Jiang Chijing fell onto the office chair, rubbing his temples with a headache.

The shocks from the previous accumulation have now erupted together. Mr. Zheng in a straight suit and Zheng Mingyi in a prison uniform switch in his mind repeatedly, making him unable to tell who is his neighbor for a while.

Be a good person, why would you commit a crime?

Jiang Chijing sat up swiftly, picked up the folder board that was thrown on the table again, and turned to Zheng Mingyi's information page.

His height and weight are almost as good as his estimates, but in the column of academic qualifications, the word "high school" is clearly written.

This is very different from Jiang Chijing's guess, because he always thought that Zheng Mingyi was a social elite, at least he should be a returnee with a master's degree.

"Why, ideal?"

Luo Hai's voice suddenly sounded above his head, interrupting Jiang Chijing's thoughts. He released the paper in his hand, glanced at Luo Hai leisurely, and said, "You are insulting me."

Jiang Chijing who said this completely forgot that at least before today, he still used Zheng Mingyi as a fantasy object for more than half a year.

Luo Hai casually leaned on the periphery of the desk, wrapped his arms around his chest, and joked: "Isn't that your ideal type? Just like me, tall and handsome."

Jiang Chijing picked up the folder board and patted Luohai's back with a "slap": "Go away."

In fact, Luo Hai didn't tell lies, he was Jiang Chijing's ex-boyfriend, working as a doctor in the infirmary opposite.

The two were introduced to each other by a friend, and they broke up peacefully after two years of being together. It's not that one of them has the problem, it's just that the personality is really not suitable.

The breakup was mentioned by Jiang Chijing. He found that the way he and Luo Hai get along was more like friends, and there was no passion between lovers at all.

The most important thing is that he can't share his voyeuristic secrets with Luo Hai, and the feelings he wants are magnanimous.

Luo Hai did not hesitate to agree to Jiang Chijing's breakup. According to him, he also felt that the two were more suitable to be friends.

After the breakup, the two would occasionally contact each other, and it was precisely because Luo Hai worked in prison that he provided Jiang Chijing with new ideas. It turns out that there is still such a job that perfectly matches his hobby.

Putting down the folder board, Jiang Chijing leaned back on the office chair, and then sighed slightly with emotion: "This man is a prisoner."

If Jiang Chijing had some guilt for Zheng Mingyi before, then his guilt has disappeared so much that there is no scum left.

The prisoner is the prisoner, even if he is beautiful and attractive, he won't let Jiang Chijing be shaken.

"Yes." Luo Hai put away his joking expression, followed by a sigh, "How many people are ruined."

"A lot?" Jiang Chijing didn't pay much attention to the case, nor did he understand the specific details.

"Just the ticket he made recently," Luo Haidao, "at least two or three people jumped off the building."

Jiang Chijing knew that the stock market was risky for a long time, so he never touched it. But there are too many gamblers in the world who want to win the future in the stock market even at the risk of bankruptcy.

"It is estimated that there will be many people in prison who can't understand him." Jiang Chijing said objectively.

The prisoners in the prison will still pay attention to such major cases of national concern, and Zheng Mingyi is doing things that arouse public outrage, and there will definitely be prisoners who want to walk for the sky.

"That's for sure." Luo Hai pushed his glasses with his middle finger, "Would you like to bet, how long will he be cleaned up?"

"It's a week." Jiang Chijing said.

"I bet for three days." Luo Haidao.

Jiang Chijing knows how Zheng Mingyi's fist is, and always feels that this person should be able to protect himself. The three days is really an exaggeration. He confidently said: "One dinner, a Michelin restaurant."

"No problem." Luo Hai said that, as if suddenly remembering something, he changed the subject and said, "Speaking of the blind date I introduced to you before, you really don't go?"

Jiang Chijing looked away tiredly, and said lightly, "Don't go."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you," Luo Hai patted Jiang Chijing on the shoulder old fashionedly, "You will die alone, brother."

"You are ashamed to say me?" Jiang Chijing patted Luo Hai's hand, "have you solved the single problem?"

"That's different." Luo Haidao, "I have an ambiguous object, how about you?"

"I do not need."

Jiang Chijing doesn't need an ambiguous object, he only needs a **** object, and the spiritual world is enough. But now his only voyeuristic object... Forget it, the more I think about it, the more I get more worried.

When returning home from get off work, Jiang Chijing saw a middle-aged woman carrying two cartons of milk at the door of a small supermarket outside the community.

That person is Aunt Liu, who lives behind Jiang Chijing's house. On weekends, she occasionally gives some homemade snacks to neighbors around her. He is a nice person to get along with.

Seeing that Aunt Liu was struggling to carry, Jiang Chijing slowed down, stopped beside her, put down the car window and said, "Get in the car, Aunt Liu, I'll take you over."

Aunt Liu loosened her sweaty brows and said with a sigh of relief: "Then trouble you, Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Chijing’s old problems could not be corrected. He and Aunt Liu were only friends in general, but through only a few contacts, he habitually analyzed the general situation of Aunt Liu.

There should be no men in Aunt Liu's house, otherwise she would definitely not do the work like carrying milk. She should have children, but she is not around, so she likes to deal with young people in the community.

Jiang Chijing had always been very accurate in seeing people, but after chatting, he learned that his guesses were all true. Speaking of it, the only person he could not guess so far was Zheng Mingyi.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the other prisoners were still undergoing morning education, and the three new prisoners here had already handed in three test papers.

The full score of the test paper is 100 points, consisting of 30 multiple-choice questions and one short-answer question. Regardless of how well the previous multiple-choice questions are answered, as long as the final short answer questions are serious, Jiang Chijing will give a good score.

The test papers of scammers and gangsters are normal, and the last short answer question contains at least a few hundred words. However, when Zheng Mingyi handed in the test paper, Jiang Chijing immediately stopped him: "This is your test paper?"

Zheng Mingyi stopped leaving, turned his head to look at Jiang Chijing and said, "Yes."

"Why don't you write a short answer?" Jiang Chijing asked.

"No." Throwing down this sentence carelessly, Zheng Mingyi opened the door of the conference room and left here under the leadership of the prison guards.

In fact, the content of the short answer question is very simple. As long as you can honestly write a confession, you can get a high score in Jiang Chijing.

After taking so many new offenders, it was the first time Jiang Chijing saw that he didn't answer a word. No, Zheng Mingyi still answered one word to be precise-he wrote the word "Answer" under the title.

Jiang Chijing never expected how good the prisoners' characters could be, but like Zheng Mingyi, someone who can write his own name so ugly is really rare. It's simply blind him to be so good-looking. A face.

Jiang Chijing has always believed that the words are like his own. If Zheng Mingyi's appearance has added a lot of points to him, then his words will subtract the same points from him.

Finally, after the examination paper was corrected, Zheng Mingyi's score was 1 point.

You know, the score for multiple-choice questions is 2 points each, even if it is blind, it will not even be wrong to answer a question. And Zheng Mingyi perfectly avoided all the correct answers, only relying on the last word "Answer", let Jiang Chijing reluctantly give him 1 point.

In fact, Jiang Chijing didn't want to give this 1 point. He always thought that there would be a certain threshold to enter the financial industry, let alone such a sensational financial case, the principal culprit should be quite smart.

But now Jiang Chijing has only one thought in his mind, it is his IQ to commit crimes, and it is strange not to be caught.