PI, Michael's Plan

"PI?" Ding Ze pretended not to understand and asked.

"Prison factory," Michael replied, "I may be able to let both of us join."

"Is there any benefit to joining?"

"In contrast, there will be more time for activities. You don't have to stay here all the time like now. In addition, there is salary."

"How much is it?"

"Fifteen cents an hour."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "The salary of the sweatshop is much higher than this, but forget it. I'm interested in doing more activities."

In reply, before Michael could say anything, Ding Ze took the initiative to ask, "What price do I have to pay if you help me?"

Michael smiled faintly, "For the time being, you don't have to pay anything."

"Okay," Ding Ze answered. Without saying more, there was no need to say more.

This is the end of the dialogue;

Time flies.

Prison in Area A had a peaceful night.

In the morning, the wind time.

The death of the three of Big seems to have become a thing of the past, and the impact seems to have disappeared. The prisoners in Area A went to the playground as usual and moved.

However, it is very obvious that as long as the eyes are not blind, people with a little brain can see it.

On today's playground, the atmosphere is killing a lot.

Those black madmen and white madmen were obviously restless and acted as if they were about to start a war.

Michael went to the activity alone as usual and went to Westmoreland.

Abruci walked to the phone booth again.

Telephone booth.

Abruch dialed the phone number of his men outside and went straight to the subject, "Have you found it?"

"I found it, but this Ding Ze doesn't feel as powerful as you describe."

"What do you say?" Abruch asked.

"Ding Ze, 28 years old, was born in New York. Later, he has been living in New York. He moved to Chicago two years ago, and he was an unemployed vagrant. Until two months ago, he had no criminal record, not even a speeding ticket... Two months ago, in two waves of street fighting, he killed five people, was arrested and sentenced. , sent to Fox River Prison... Such a person doesn't look like the person you described.

Abruc was also puzzled.

Chicago is his territory. Generally speaking, if Ding Ze has been active in Chicago for the past two years and has gained a certain position, he should have heard more or less about it.

But he didn't.

So, Ding Ze, just an ordinary gangster, how did he do it so boldly and calmly yesterday?

No!

That kind of courage and calmness is not what an ordinary gangster can have at all.

Abruch's thoughts were string.

The men on the other side of the phone didn't hear the sound and asked, "John?"

Abruch heard it and paused his thoughts, "Ding Ze, who you described, Ding Ze, who came into contact with me, are almost two people, and find out more details!"

"Beso, what about his family?" Abruch asked.

"He has no family. His parents had a car accident a year ago and they all died. He is not married, and he has no wife or children. The rest of the relatives are probably in China, at least I couldn't find his relatives here.

It's hard to do without family!

Abruc had a headache. "What about your girlfriend? He will always have one or two people he cares about.

"For the time being, it doesn't seem to be... I'll check it again."

"Okon, as soon as possible!"

Hang up the phone.

Abruch turned around and was ready to leave, and then he was stunned to see Ding Ze, who was standing not far away and laughing at him.

Ding Ze kept smiling and didn't move, with the posture of 'I'm waiting for you to come over'.

Abrucci understood and raised his foot to Ding Ze.

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"Have you found anything about me?" Seeing Abruzzi walking to him, Ding Ze took the initiative to ask with a smile.

Don't say, he is really curious about the answer to this question.

Abruc didn't show much surprise and shook his head. "You're weird. You can't find out much."

"Let's talk as we walk, okay?" There are many prisoners nearby. Ding Ze didn't want those prisoners to hear too much and suggested.

Abruc has no problem.

The two of them walked around.

"John, I mean, what did you find?" Ding Ze asked again, "I lost my memory before, and I basically forgot what happened in the past. Can you find you and tell me?"

Abruch: "?????"

Hearing this, Abruc's first reaction was that Ding Ze was playing with him.

But on another thought, what's the point of playing with him on this kind of thing?

Abruch smiled and said, "Mr. Ding, you can always surprise people."

"This should be a good thing," Ding Ze replied.

Abruc did not comment and briefly talked about the information he had just obtained.

After listening to it, Ding Ze was a little tongue-tongued.

Good guy.

Orphan.

Little gangster.

Five people were really killed.

This identity background is quite meticulously arranged.

"It seems that you can't threaten me with anything," Ding Ze said with a smile.

Since Ding Ze is so frank, Abruch said, "Everyone has something to care about. I don't believe you will be an exception."

Ding Ze grinned and said, "Then come on and keep working hard. But please remember that before I leave, please be sure to prepare what I want.

Abruc did not reply.

Ding Ze didn't say anything more. He raised his foot and left. After a few steps, he remembered, "By the way, John, I have nothing to do with my roommate. Don't think too much."

Abruc is thoughtful.

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It didn't take long after Ding Ze left.

Michael found Abruge and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter with my roommate looking for you?"

Abruch smiled faintly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Michael frowned slightly and thought for a moment. He didn't ask, "In this case, let's talk about business. I, my roommate, and Lincoln-Bruce, all three of us have to join the PI. I think you can arrange it."

"Lincoln Bruce?" Abruc was puzzled, "Why is he?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Ha ha," Abruchi sneered, "Newcomer, I can arrange for all three of you to join PI, but I hope you listen carefully. If you don't give me Fibonach later, I will not only kill you, but also kill everyone you care about! Do you understand?"

"I see," Michael replied without changing his face. "When we all succeed outside these courtyard walls, I will give you Fibonachi."

"For the sake of your little life, I hope so!"

Abruch left this cruel word and walked straight to find Berwick.

Michael didn't move. He stood still, turned his head and looked at Ding Ze, who was sitting in a daze on the grass in the corner, and frowned little by little.

My intuition told him that something was wrong with Ding Ze.

However, he can't say for the time being. What's wrong with it?

This feeling made him feel a little uneasy.

Uneasy, to some extent, he has regarded Ding Ze as an uncertain factor.

'Try it once...'

'If it doesn't work, you have to change a roommate immediately!'

His eyes fell on Ding Ze, and Michael said to himself silently. Then, he moved his eyes and looked at Sucre on the other side.

He hasn't been idle for the past two days. He has been observing and listening.

He knows a little about Sucre.

In his opinion, compared with the murderer Ding Ze, Sucre, who is very concerned about the outside world just because of robbery, is more suitable to be his roommate.

(End of this chapter)