Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 124 Wheelchair and release

  Verak tried his best to keep it natural, and walked out step by step.

   Lecter saw that Veraker was strong in appearance but capable in the middle, and obviously there was still a long way to go before he could truly recover, so he felt a little disappointed: "Let's go."

   Seeing that Lecter and the prison guards were leading the way to the interrogation room, and still thinking about going to Lecter's office, Vilak, who logically left the basement floor to understand the terrain, immediately asked: "Go to the interrogation room?"

   "What else?" Lecter put his hands in his pockets and walked ahead.

   "You want to do it?" Verak secretly yelled that it was not good, worried that he was acting too tough, which made Lecter think of abusing himself.

   "Heh." Lecter sneered, "Who dares to touch you now?"

  Verak took advantage of the situation: "To talk about things, I think it is more appropriate to go to another place."

"for example?"

"office."

   Lecter stood still, turned his head, revealing half of his eerie face: "The interrogation room is my office."

   "Then let's go." Verak had to give up.

   Fortunately, the main purpose of his contacting Lecter was to get out with Keating and apply for a wheelchair. Knowing the terrain is just a way.

  After arriving in the interrogation room, Lecter asked Veraker to sit back on the chair.

Although he was not bound by chains this time, and ten days had passed since the last torture, when Verak sat up again, the psychological pressure and shadows immediately came like a flood. Those terrible experiences As if it just happened.

   "Tell me, what do you want from me." Lecter sat on the table opposite the interrogation chair, admiring the change in Verak's face.

  Verak exhaled lightly, and looked at Lecter: "I have some clues about the whereabouts of gold."

"Tell me."

"King Ravel and Mr. Keating are close friends. In addition, Mr. Keating is from Dunman, so he can help him properly arrange the gold. Therefore, King Ravel handed over a large amount of gold to the government before the government was overthrown. Mr. Keating go to resettle." Veraker was talking nonsense.

   Lecter already knew these things, and he said impatiently: "Get to the point."

"The gold is now in the United States of Dunman." Verac did not ask Keating about this matter. In his opinion, Keating would not tell anyone anyway, and Lecter could not be verified, so he could just improvise. it is good.

  Hearing this conclusion, Lecter was amused: "That's it?"

   "You already know about this?" Verak pretended to be stupid.

"Whether we know it or not, what's the use of such a little clue?" Lecter felt that he was being teased, and he ran all the way to the basement, not to listen to such nonsense, "You know Dunman How big is the United States? What's more, there is a civil war breaking out there now."

"Of course it's more than that, otherwise I wouldn't have called you here." Veraker didn't blush, and made up decisively, "I'm in a hurry to call you here because I think the time left for you to fight for gold is running out. .”

   Speaking of this, Lecter finally became interested, squinted his eyes and raised his chin, signaling Verak to continue.

   "Keating was caught by you before he had time to properly place the gold." Verac said.

   "What do you mean?" Lecter frowned.

"Gold's current position is not safe." Veraker always pays attention to Lecter's eyes, making sure that after Lecter gradually becomes serious, he also enters the state and becomes more and more handy. might be discovered."

   Lecter tilted his head, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Veraker: "Why would he tell you this?"

Veraker had long expected that Lecter would ask this question. This question is the most important point in this plan that is least likely to be ignored. He paused for a long time before saying: "It's not just gold, Mr. Keating...maybe he's running out of time too gone."

"What's up with him?"

   "He felt very uncomfortable, and told me that he might not live long."

"What are you kidding?" Lecter laughed, "We check Keating regularly, and put him in a single room to avoid infectious diseases, and every prisoner transferred to 208 to take care of him does the same. Just get a medical checkup to make sure there's nothing wrong with him. There's no way he's sick, stop telling such clumsy lies."

"Since you have doubts about this, you can ask Mr. Keating himself, I just heard him say that." Verak cast doubts on Keating and quickly returned to the topic, "It is precisely because He felt that his time was numbered, and he was willing to reveal something when he saw that I insisted on living so much and respected him so much."

   Lecter's smile faded a bit: "What exactly do you want to express?"

"Gold is in danger, and Mr. Keating may not live for long." Veraker said seriously, "Time is very tight now, and it may take less than a year for an accident to happen. So I want you to say something now, I If you find out the whereabouts of the gold, can you let me out."

   "Of course, no matter who it is, as long as you ask, you can leave." Lecter stared into Verak's eyes.

   "I will definitely be able to find out." Verak officially pushed forward the plan, "But you have to help me."

   "How can I help you?" Lecter always maintained an indescribable smile.

   "Now you need to allow me and Mr. Keating to go out every day, like other prisoners. In addition, we need a wheelchair to facilitate Mr. Keating's mobility." Verak said.

   "Why do you need to let the wind out?"

Veraker explained: "Mr. Keating said he's been locked up here for two years, and he's never left the basement in those two years, so he'd love to see what the outside looks like again. If I can help him , to satisfy his wish, he should let go."

   "Is there anything else I need help with?"

"there is none left."

   "You can go back first." Lecter called the prison guards at the door in. One of them was responsible for escorting Verak back to Cell 208, and the other was told by him to go to the doctor to have a physical examination on Keating again.

   After finishing his orders, Lecter quietly meditated in the interrogation room.

   Near noon, the prison guard who was in charge of going to the doctor to check Keating's body came back.

   "Deputy Warden, the doctor's examination is over. Keating's health is fine." The prison guard reported the situation, "However, he is not mentally stable. The doctor said that he is very depressed, which may be related to being locked up here for too long."

   Lecter, who had guessed Veraker's real purpose for a long time, raised his index finger and ordered: "Starting tomorrow, Keating and Chris in cell 208 will go out regularly like other prisoners."

"Yes."

   "Also, prepare a wheelchair for Keating, and send someone to keep an eye on them."

"Yes."

  —

  In cell 208, Keating and Veraker had lunch.

   "What did you tell them? The prison guard somehow dragged me to the infirmary for a physical examination." As soon as Keating was released, he immediately asked Verak what happened today.

  Verak narrated all the conversation with Lecter.

   Keating asked after hearing this: "The reason why you didn't greet me in advance was because you were worried that Lecter would find out that you were lying."

"There is a reason for this. After all, it would be too natural to answer questions with strings of words in advance. There must be no mistakes in our escape plan, and it is better not to let Lecter suspect as much as possible." Verac put down the spoon, shared his acting experience, and replied Keating's question, "On the other hand, Laker's temperament is changeable, and no one can predict what will happen during the conversation. I thought about it and decided to adapt."

   "Didn't he finally tell you if he agreed?"

"No." Verak's heart was still hanging, "When I came back, I found that you were taken away. It was obvious that he didn't believe me easily and was still verifying. Fortunately, you behaved well and didn't say anything. Such a performance It just confirms my statement."

   Keating flipped through the food: "Of course you adapt to my own circumstances and I have to adapt to my own circumstances."

"Now we can only wait for the news." Verak sighed, "I don't think it's a big problem. Even if Lecter suspects that the matter is not that simple, he should agree. He is willing to see me succeed in asking about the whereabouts of gold, and he is sure. Would love to see what tricks I'm up to."

"Be prepared to deal with all kinds of bad situations." Keating counted the time and urged Veraker to think about problems, "You can think at any time, it's not too late, let's hurry up and eat. "

   While eating, a prison guard came, opened the door of Cell 208, and pushed in a wheelchair.

  The space in the prison room is already small, and Verac put the mattress on the bed frame on the floor, so there is almost no space. The prison guards can only put the wheelchair on the top bunk of the bed frame.

   Seeing this, Veraker and Keating looked at each other tacitly.

  The wheelchair is here, and the release must be done!

   "Did Lecter agree?" In order to prevent one out of ten thousand accidents and Lecter's bad taste, Verak still asked the prison guard.

   "What do you promise or not?" The prison guard put the wheelchair away, "I'm just in charge of delivering the wheelchair, and I'll let you know by the way that you can go out for a walk like other prisoners from tomorrow, and I will change your work and rest schedule later."

   After speaking, the prison guard locked the door and left.

   "It's done." Verak clenched his fists, and he felt full of strength after eating half of the meal.

   "Starting tomorrow." Keating was calm and ate his meal thoughtfully.

   "Teacher, our plan can be formally carried out tomorrow." In this prison, the first step of escape was finally taken smoothly. Verak couldn't hide his excitement, and he talked to Keating.

  Keating still urged to eat: "Eat first, and then we'll talk after eating."

   "Okay." Verak had a great appetite, and finished the rest of the meal.

After the prison guards took away the lunch box, the prisoners in other cells came back to take a lunch break after work and lunch. The basement floor was noisy, so Keating called Verak to him and whispered: "Don't be so excited, Hold your breath."

   "Understood, teacher." Verak tried hard to control his emotions.

   This step is too important for him. Before he got the answer, he couldn't even sleep well, and he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to get a release. If you can't let the wind out, there is no good reason to leave the basement floor, to learn about the topography of other places, and to contact hundreds of prisoners of all kinds.

  The road to escape from prison will be directly blocked, and there is no hope of escape.

   Now, whether Lecter believes it or not, he has already taken this step, one step closer to freedom.

   "Huh..." Lying back on the bed, Verak lowered his voice, "Teacher, we will definitely go out."

"Don't think too easily. Even if you don't care about Lecter, according to the character of the warden, he will send people to watch us and protect us. It's not easy to get in touch with other prisoners." Keating deliberately poured cold water on Verak, so that Don't be overwhelmed by joy just because he has been imprisoned for a long time and encounters a little hope.

"But there will always be omissions, and we will always have opportunities." Verak remained optimistic, "Teacher, do you know about the warden? I have been locked here for so long, and I haven't seen him yet. It seems that the entire prison is run by Lecter is responsible for the same."

Keating shook his head: "On the contrary, it is the warden Adel, who doesn't appear frequently, who strictly controls the place to maintain the security and stability of the prison. For a dude like Lecter, Adel is only allowed to accept his father because of his father's identity. Let him do whatever he wants."

   "Adel." Verak read the warden's name.

"Sharif Adel." Keating knew a little bit, and saw that Verak was interested, so he started to talk, "Because Daymans Prison is very special and has always been regarded by the government as an excellent place to house difficult prisoners, so I I have heard of him. Before the Ravel dynasty was overthrown, he served as the warden of this prison, until now, at least twenty years."

   "Is this person very skilled?" Veraker was quite curious.

   "Violent but not violent." Keating commented on Adel briefly and accurately.

  Verak pondered these four words: "We may not be able to deal with him in the future."

   "For sure, if you want to escape from prison, you must take him into consideration." Keating seemed to attach great importance to the warden Adel, "There are two shackles here that trap us, one is the prison itself, and the other is Adel."

"Hmm." Verac didn't intend to despise the warden. Under his control, no prisoner had ever successfully escaped from Daimans Prison. Now with Keating's description, Verac could only Del was the number one consideration in every aspect of the escape plan.

   Only by ensuring that there will be no mistakes on the side of the warden Adel, can each link be deduced.

   Not long after, the prison guard brought a new schedule and posted it in the most conspicuous place in the cell. After posting it, Verak immediately went over to check it, and shared the contents with Keating at the same time: "Nothing else has changed, that is, from 9:00 am to 11:00 am every day, we have two extra hours for the wind release time."

"Two hours?" Keating was surprised by this time. "As far as I know, the prisoners in the prison are divided into two batches, from nine to ten o'clock and ten to eleven o'clock. Each batch only lasts one hour. time for the wind."

"Probably Lecter wants to create more opportunities for me to trick you, or maybe he has other plans." Verak's eyes swept back and forth on the extra release arrangements, "In short, we will know everything we need to know tomorrow. .”

  (end of this chapter)