Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 158 Cracked

  On October 21st and 22nd, the prisoners got the only rest time except for the New Year. During these two days, they didn't have to work, but they were not allowed to go out to relax, and the meals were changed from the cafeteria to the prison guards who personally delivered them to the doors of each cell.

   Fortunately, the prisoners are also tired of seeing the sky above the square. It is worth it for them to exchange two days without work without letting the wind out for two days.

   Therefore, the prisoners finally have the right to control part of their time and do what they want.

   There was a rare excitement in the cell.

  The inmates who were injured during the football match were wrapped in bandages. Some advised the new prisoners who were only admitted on the 12th of this month to cherish the rest day that Daimans Prison hadn’t had in decades. Some still took the trouble to talk about their bravery during the competition, winning the admiring gaze and heartfelt applause from the audience.

  The other cells were either playing cards, dancing or singing, or sleeping soundly regardless.

   In cell 208, Verac listened to Keating's lecture with peace of mind.

  Welland and Dunman are very similar. While he gradually mastered Dunman, his level of Welland also improved by leaps and bounds. Only when learning Bash language, although it is easy to learn at the beginning, the progress is quickly slowed down because of its complicated grammar.

   "What language do you know?" Verac became more and more impressed by Keating's proficiency in Dunman, Welland, Bresci, and Bash.

"Pork, Montrego." Keating thought for a while and replied, "Pluman, Lombard, and Castelia also knew a little bit of language before, and they all talked with the locals when they were traveling there. What I learned, I have forgotten all about it now.”

   "I can't think of anything you can't do now." Apart from admiration, Verak envied Keating.

  When Keating was younger than himself, he could give up everything at home, go to Wellland to study, and then travel around the world to assist his best friend in power. Because of his parents' arbitrarily trying to control his life, he often fell into darkness, but in the end, he still insisted on being himself, and lived a life that he was absolutely satisfied with, and it was definitely more exciting than doing things he didn't like according to his parents' will. Life.

   As far as Verac can think, the only thing they have in common is that the real beginning of life is the moment when you make your own choice.

   "Are you two years older than Chris?" Keating thought silently, "Then there should be a twenty-seven years difference between us."

"Yes, when you were twenty-seven years old, you should have seen all corners of the world, and started to rule a country with your best friend." Verak didn't know what his twenty-seven-year-old would be like in half a year. , "I was just born in 1407."

   Keating felt the passage of time, and looked at Verak expectantly: "Have you ever thought about what it will be like in twenty-seven years? That is, when you are the same age as me now, fifty-three years old."

Verak was stunned for a moment before shaking his head: "I haven't thought about things that far away. When I lived in the slums, there was no need to think about it, because the people living there can see the end of their lives at a glance. There is really nothing to imagine in life. After I went to Laizein, I had no time to think about it. Every day I was full of thoughts about what to do today and how to face those people. When I came to prison, I never thought about how to Live until you think about how to leave..."

   "Do you think twenty-seven years is long?" Keating asked.

   "Long." Veraker was only twenty-six years old, "I haven't lived that long yet."

   "But it really will pass by inadvertently." Keating pointed to Veraker, and then pointed to himself, "Maybe you will become as old as me in the blink of an eye or in a trance."

  Verak pretended to be serious: "Then I hope that there will not be a twenty-six-year-old young man sitting in front of me, thinking about how to escape from prison."

   "Haha..." Keating was amused by Veraker, "Your fifty-three years old will definitely be wonderful."

   "Why are you so sure? You have always been so sure of me." Verak smiled and asked curiously with his head tilted.

   "Like my own child." Keating's eyes were soft, and when they fell on Veraker, it was like a pair of warm palms stroking, "Of course I have high hopes for you."

  Being told by Keating, Veraker was a little at a loss.

  He remembered that when he was in Laizein, he saw the Thomas family eating together, and saw Mrs. Mela crying all day because of Chris' death, and he was extremely jealous of Chris.

"To me, you are also a person like my father. Although I can't even remember what my parents looked like, and I don't know what it's like to get along with them, but I think it should be like you." Verak shrugged slightly and quickly changed the subject, "It's so lively outside."

"I heard that the prison guards also injured fifty or sixty people. Obviously, the reason why they are willing to give the prisoners a holiday is because the prison guards are currently understaffed and not enough to take turns to supervise the prisoners. After the prison guards recover , you should go to work." Keating figured out that the so-called welfare was just a helpless act of the prison.

"I don't know what's going on with Lecter. If he recovers from his injuries, he will go to see Adel as soon as possible, and Adel should also meet me." Dealing with these two people who are not easy to entangle with every day, keep yourself safe At the same time, it is necessary to maintain the balance between them, and Verak has a headache thinking about it.

  —

  October 23rd

  All prisoners returned to work.

   During the release, Veraker saw Dawn. After a major victory in the football game, Dawn was convinced of Veraker. Regardless of whether Veraker could bring them out of prison, he thought it was worth trying, because doing things with Veraker would make him feel alive.

  After careful consideration, Verak decided to ask Dawn to collect all known escape events as soon as possible. From the development of the plan to the weather at the time, he asked Dawn to collect as much detail as possible.

   In order to formulate a practical escape plan, he must first understand the hundreds of escape incidents that have occurred before. Learn why they failed and learn from the strengths of their plans.

  Finally, under the condition of knowing ourselves and the enemy, it is impossible to conceive, implement, and break through.

  Dawn organized and participated in no fewer than ten prison escapes. He also inquired about other people's situation when he escaped from prison, but he was not as detailed as Verak asked. After getting the task, the person who always likes to lie alone starts to walk through the crowd to inquire about news when he is out of the wind.

  Verak continued to maintain his stability on the surface, and spent most of his time pushing Keating's wheelchair and taking him around.

  —

  October 25th

   Lecter decided to leave the infirmary.

   This decision was not made because his injury was almost healed. In fact, it was difficult for him to walk with crutches now. The reason why he endured the pain and wanted to leave was because he couldn't wait any longer.

  He didn't expect Adel to be so calm.

   After borrowing the football game to successfully turn the situation around, he didn't go to him for five consecutive days. If it were him, on the first day, he would go over proudly to show off, and then appreciate the expression on the other party's face.

  Adel's calm handling, in his opinion, was a bigger insult than his coming to do what he would do.

  He couldn't bear it.

   So, the prison arranged a wheelchair for him.

  The feeling of sitting in a wheelchair is very special. Being pushed, looking at the gaze cast on him, Lecter has complicated emotions. Only then did he realize how Keating's crippled life lived every day, and only then did he realize what it was like to feel uncomfortable.

  When the prison guard who pushed him knocked on the door of the warden's office for him, he couldn't help venting a little bit of his anger: "You don't need to ask for instructions, just open the door and push me in."

   "Uh..." When the prison guard was called to do this errand, he knew it must be a good thing. He didn't want to provoke Adel, nor did he want to make trouble with Lecter.

   Fortunately, when he was hesitating, Adel's voice of "please come in" came from the office.

  He quickly pushed the door and pushed Lecter in, then quickly left the office, waiting at the door for Lecter to call him at any time.

   "Why did you get hurt so badly?" Adel took the initiative, and he, who was already calm, calmed down even more slowly. When pouring himself coffee, he just glanced at Lecter casually.

  Feeling Adel's contempt, Lecter pushed the wheel with his hand, and slowly approached Adel who was resting on the sofa: "If it weren't for you, I would be hurt so badly? What do you want?"

   "How about what?" This time Adel didn't even look up, stirring the coffee with a spoon.

   "You helped the prisoner."

"It's already the 25th, why are you still pursuing the Peace Festival?" Adel took a sip of coffee, and did not pour a cup for Lecter at all, as a gesture of friendship, "I am just a Referee, I hope the game is fairer. Who would have imagined that a prison guard who eats the best food every day and holds a baton will be chased and beaten by a group of prisoners who have not eaten and have nothing to do with their hands."

  Lecter's breathing rate accelerated: "You are doing this just to embarrass me! The prisoner has won, and the agreed letter of delivery will not be done, and it will not work!"

   "Really?" Adel raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised, "When you boasted so much, I thought you could do it. Even if you can't, just keep looking for your father."

   "There is no need to bother my father yet." Lecter knew that calling his father would be impossible, but in order not to be so passive in front of Adel, he insisted that his father had the ability to settle the situation.

  Adel pierced Lecter mercilessly: "As long as your father can help you, you will not be impatient to find me, and you will be impotent and furious in my office."

   "So what?!" Lecter's fig leaf was torn off, and he could only suppress Adel by raising his voice.

"It's nothing, I don't want to do anything." Adel's voice was still neither high nor low, unhurried, unaffected by the crazy Lecter, "When these things didn't happen before, I could be your deputy." Warden, turn a blind eye to all the things that are making this place uneasy. But now you want to drive me out of here, I don't need to show mercy to you, you might as well submit your resignation application earlier, and save face Can get by."

   "So, you made it clear that you want to drive me out of Daymans Prison?"

  Adel raised his index finger and emphasized emphatically: "It is you who want to drive me out of Daymans Prison."

   "Not even a chance to be the deputy warden—"

   "No." Adel replied very decisively.

Lecter laughed back angrily: "Don't you just think that if I can't fulfill the agreement, you can justifiably cooperate with Chris? Have you ever thought that if I reveal the whereabouts of the gold before the twelfth of next month? How about asking?"

   "Is it like the twelfth of this month?" Adel drank his coffee calmly.

"Of course, it turns out that this is entirely possible." Lecter said, "If I ask for gold clues before the twelfth, I won't care whether Chris trusts me or not. So, I don't want to Tear your face, it's good for me, and it's good for you."

"You mean, no matter what the outcome is, we will be reconciled as before, and I will continue to be my warden, and you will continue to be your deputy warden?" Adel poured a cup of coffee for Lecter, and pushed it to Lecter's side on the edge of the table, "Drink."

Lecter thought that Adel's move was a good signal of his tendency to cooperate, so he leaned over and drank the coffee: "That's right. I wanted to be a warden before, but I didn't think about it that much, I just felt that no one cared." I will be better. Thinking about it now, it’s good to have someone in charge, at least I can’t act recklessly and won’t cause trouble for my father.”

   "It is very valuable for you to realize this." Adel commented pertinently.

   "Then you..." Lecter didn't hear anything from Adel's tone, but he felt that he had groveled to such an extent that even if Adel didn't look at him, he had to let go of the past for the sake of his parents.

   "No, what do you think?" Adel said, "If you find out the whereabouts of the gold before the 12th of next month, it is impossible for you to be willing to continue to be the deputy warden."

   "What, why?"

Adel stared at the puzzled Lecter, with a playful smile on his indifferent face: "Do you think everyone should believe you? Regardless of other things, just say that you didn't fulfill your promise in the football game, and working with Chris is not enough." Regardless of whether he trusts you or not, have you shown any behavior worthy of being trusted?"

   "I—" Lecter was speechless.

"Why can you plausibly explain a person who has no credibility in front of me to the fullest, and then ask me to trust you and cooperate with you?" Lecter's stupid behavior was too ridiculous, and Adel couldn't help pointing come out.

   Realizing that he was mocked from beginning to end by Adel, Lecter threw the coffee cup on the table.

  Shards of the shattered coffee cup splashed, and a piece of it passed along Adel's cheek, drawing a bloodstain on his face.

  He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood, his eyes became cold, and his killing intent gradually rose. That chilling majesty that can only be possessed by hands stained with countless lives pressed towards Lecter.

  Lecter couldn't speak for a moment, his body felt like he had been electrocuted.

"go out."

  (end of this chapter)