Jie Bai had no idea about this, and this matter was not a matter at all for him.

Seeing Zuo Lan scratching her head, Bai hugged her arms and said, "Although he is a lunatic, he is somewhat gentler. The things you do are crazy than him."

"What did I do?"

"Do you need to help you recall the memories?" Let Bai blink, "It's okay, but he just wins over the people's hearts. You are different. You are directly taking a group of people with guns to fight with the army. Just in terms of nature, you both will be killed by cutting them into pieces. With your courage to fight, Rohan believes in you, and Arnold believes in you, but now Arnold doesn't believe in you anymore."

"I forgot if you don't say it. Maybe it's because I've been stable for too long. I always think I'm an honest businessman."

"As for this reason, Arnold no longer trusts you."

Zuo Lan was speechless for a moment and he didn't say anything. Since he owned this factory, he began to care about some things, such as his external image and money in his hands.

For example, I was worried that the book would be caught after it was spread.

Live more and more like a successful, cautious businessman, who is gradually drifting away from his original pure self, but he is completely unaware of it.

He lay on the table and thought about himself for the first time, causing Bai Qing to chuckle and push open the door and leave, leaving this man alone to face himself.

There are many things that only those who spend time together can see. Zuo Lan’s biggest change is his heart, and he no longer hates evil.

Although he himself was not arrested for the reasons of the book, this is only temporary. With the guard's crazy search, it may be revealed one day.

Many people have already gotten into trouble with this book, such as that one.

The warden of the prison at the top of Dushan was looking through the materials of the woman in front of him. The woman was still wearing the yellow skirt, standing woodenly.

This prison is different from other things. There are also women here. Many people who have made conscious mistakes and their families will be sent to this place. There are quite a lot of nobles.

But the prisoner in front of me is different. Prince Fazing has made a special comment and should not contact anyone.

Seeing the final instructions of the material, the warden frowned. Such requests are indeed uncommon.

When you read the materials back, the mistakes you made can be big or small, and it is not a kind of thing that is harmful to the will of heaven, nor does it subjectively criticize His Majesty the Emperor.

Will there be personal grudges in it?

This is the only possibility that the warden can imagine, and there is also a fight between nobles.

The zhi was looking at the warden. The warden was tall and thin, wearing a pair of glasses, and looked gentle. He gave people a very good first impression. His clothes were also extremely neat.

"gentlemen?"

The branch opened carefully.

The warden didn't care at all and turned the materials to the final instructions.

"Mr. Warden!"

"Is there something wrong?" the warden raised his head slightly, "You won't be confused about the situation, right? No one can speak up here without my permission."

That branch was defeated and the one who knew the tactlessly said no more.

The materials were tossed and turned several times, and the warden just archived the materials, and then officially looked up: "From today, your name is no longer important. From now on, you will be seven or ninety-one. This is your only name. Did you have anything to say just now?"

Replacing the name with a number, Nazhi felt a subtle sadness in her heart. After she got the warden's permission, she immediately said, "Mr. Warden, can I write a letter to my family?"

"Of course not."

"But if I don't write, how can my family know where to visit me?"

"Visit?" the warden grinned, "You may not know this place yet. Visits are not allowed here, let alone write a letter."

"Then, then, how long will I be imprisoned?"

The gentle warden showed a very annoying mockery, and he shook his body: "I don't know this. Some people went out the next day after they came in, and some people went out three months later. These are just a few. Most of the prisoners here were there before I came, and maybe they couldn't get out for the rest of their lives. You are seven or ninety-one, which does not mean that there are seven or ninety-nine prisoners here. Many people can't stand loneliness and end themselves early."

The word "lifelong" crazily beats the fragile nerve. If she is in such a place for the rest of her life, she is better off than dying.

But the warden said calmly: "Maybe you will stay for a few days and leave, or you may be waiting for you to be here when you are old. Think about it, you can only see the sunshine of the window in your life, and stay in a small place for your whole life, which is quite terrible. Don't think about suicide. If you want to commit suicide, I suggest you succeed once, otherwise we will tie you up and let you never have the chance to commit suicide again."

As he said that, the warden was still smacking his lips.

The branch was already fur, and she would never dream of coming to such a ghost place.

Of course, she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart. Her family would definitely find a way to save herself from the sea of ​​suffering. Maybe one day, maybe ten days. In the least, one month would endure it and then pass.

With this hope, she saw that the warden's eyes were gone without that kind of awe, but instead lamented that this gentle guy would feel a little psychologically distorted.

"Okay, 791, I won't talk much nonsense to you." The warden knocked on the table, "Take her to the cell."

The jailer pushed the door and grabbed the arms on the left and right.

The walls of Dushan Prison are about six meters high, the south gate is made of solid steel, and there are watchtowers on both sides of the door.

There is a vacant land in the center. The north of the vacant land is the cell, the west is the living area, and the east is the office space and the residence of the prison guards.

The two jailers took the branch through the open space, and the branch was still observing with great enthusiasm, even imagining what it would be like to imprison their own cell.

She soon knew that each cell here was separate, with the walls separated by bricks.

On the third floor of this long three-story building, her cell is at the end of the wet corridor.

There is no other person here, everyone else is in the cell, nor can they see outside at all. Each cell has a wooden door.

That branch feels very novel about everything here.

The jailer opened the wooden door, and the sound was as loud as a ghost howl when the door was pushed open.

"It's here, 791, go in."

The jailer sent the branch into the cell and touched her with his hands.

The branch was so annoyed that it was touched that it turned around and was about to reason. The door just closed and almost hit her nose.

She gritted her teeth hatefully, and when she was in a better mood, she began to check her residence optimistically.

There is a moldy smell here, there are no ventilated windows, almost zero furnishings, only a wooden bed, and the bed is a particularly thin mattress and slightly thicker quilt. There are small pits in the corner to solve personal hygiene problems, which are connected to the square pipes on the outside of the building, and there is a bucket in front of the door.

The moldy smell was emitted from this bed, which was extremely pungent.

She walked towards the bed with a nervous mood, pinched her nose with one hand and pulled the quilt with the other. The quilt was indeed moldy. God knows how long it has been left here.

In short, this is the case in the prison cell. It seems that the conditions here are very poor, but if Xiang Du reaches this place, he will probably be moved and cry.

She threw the quilt on the ground, and the mattress was barely available, so she lay on the bed with her arms pillowed.
Chapter completed!