MTL - I Thought I Was Straight-Chapter 82 The Secret of the Interstellar Prisoner ⑤

Yang Ge sat on the chair and looked at the moon earnestly, as if he was really preparing to listen carefully.

Yue Yue clenches his fists unconsciously. He can remember the target's name, appearance, characteristics, living habits, and home address. Why can't he remember the words written in the book now?

The atmosphere in the office was a little stagnant for a while, and after a while, Yan Ge said, "Why don't you talk?"

Rather than stuttering and reciting blindly, it is better to admit it honestly, so the moon said: "I can't recite it."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yang Ge nervously, always feeling as if he would pull out a stick from a certain corner and hit his palm. Yan Ge didn't, he just looked at the moon in disappointment, and said: "If a person is not willing to work hard for himself, then who can save him?"

The moon swallowed, this sounded weird, he felt even more flustered, what's going on?

Yan Ge closed his eyes not to look at him, and said, "You really disappoint me, you can go."

How did you let him down? Just because I didn't endorse it? Yue Yue opened his mouth, at this time the door of the office was opened, and several prison guards came in and said to Yue Yue, "Let's go."

Yue Yue left the office building with a heavy heart, and the prison guard left when he entered the prisoner's activity area, but he still couldn't relax. The expression and words of the warden just now kept replaying in his heart. This feeling was very strange, as if he owed the warden something. From childhood to adulthood, no one seems to have placed hope on themselves, and this is the only time the moon has disappointed.

Although the reason for the disappointment was a bit ridiculous, he just felt uncomfortable, and he was very upset. He didn't want to see the warden shaking his head and sighing at him!

Yue Yue hammered the iron pillar on the side irritably, thinking that this prison is too scary, everyone in it is scary, and killing the target as soon as possible and finding a way to get out of here is the real business.

Moon's five roommates were still recuperating in hospital beds, so he lived alone in a cell that night. According to him, this is the first job in the prison, and even the prison chiefs can't do it.

He hadn't slept for two days and one night. He lay on the bed struggling for a long time. He got out of bed and found a tattered penitent's prison rules from under the bed. He told himself that the reason why he did this was to please the warden, and only by pleasing the warden would his own actions here be smoother.

He lay on the bed and turned two pages with the help of the faint light coming in from outside, and then fell asleep smoothly.

The next morning, the moon opened his eyes as soon as the bell started to ring, and the door of the cell opened after he got out of bed. When she went out and stood at the door to accept the roll call, Yue Yue turned her head slightly and glanced in the direction of the prison guards. The warden was not there.

After taking the call, he followed the other prisoners to wash up and then went to the cafeteria to eat. All the prisoners looked at him strangely. They all knew that the warden saw the moon alone again yesterday afternoon, and stayed with him in the office for a while, and no one knew what they were doing there.

Moon took the dinner plate and found a place to sit down. Not long after sitting down, the blond-haired Smith sat opposite him.

"Good morning~" Smith said with a bright smile, "You seem to have a good rest last night."

The moon glanced at him and didn't speak.

"You're still so taciturn." Smith said with a smile, "It's true that men who are deeper are more welcome."

Moon was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so she tapped the dinner plate with a spoon and said, "What do you want to say?"

"My friend, I like your straightforwardness." Smith said with a smile, "What did our warden ask you to do when he went down yesterday?"

The moon sneered: "Don't you know everything, why ask me?"

"It seems that you have misunderstood me." Smith didn't care about Moon's attitude at all. He said, "I'm just a prisoner. How can I know everything? You can tell me if you want to, and it doesn't matter if you don't want to."

Yue Yue nodded and said, "Oh, then I won't talk about it."

Smith choked for a moment, forced a smile and said, "You are so uncute."

Moon returned a murderous look, and Smith bared his teeth in embarrassment, and said, "Okay then, I want to know, would you tell me?"

"Yes." Yue Yue said, "But you have to do one thing for me."

I always put forward conditions to others by myself, but I didn't expect to be raised with conditions now. Smith said with some interest: "Tell me."

"I want to know the information of all the prisoners sent in this year." Moon said.

"Sure enough, you are here to find someone." Smith said, "Who are you looking for?"

"It's none of your business." Moon said, "Can you do it?"

"Yes." Smith said without the slightest hesitation: "But I would like to change one condition. I don't want to know what you and the warden did in the office yesterday afternoon. I want you to do something for me too."

Moon: "What's the matter?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Smith took back the initiative, and said in a leisurely manner: "You promise me first, and I will tell you when I think about it."

Yue Yue agreed after a little thought. He thought that as long as he killed the target, he could contact Cen Feng. The crime he was imprisoned for was not very serious, and Cen Feng would find a way to get him out. When he's out, who remembers ever agreeing to a prisoner's request?

After Yue Yue agreed, Smith looked very happy, and he said, "Then wish us a happy cooperation."

Talking that he conjured a mango out of nowhere, and put the mango on the moon's dinner plate, Smith said, "This is my gift."

The moon looked at the mango and fell into a tangle.

Smith said: "Don't you want to eat it? Look, how attractive the color is. I won't eat anything that isn't yellow."

Moon bowed her head to eat the last bite of food on the plate, stood up and wiped the corner of her mouth, and said coldly, "I'm allergic to mangoes."

Smith looked at the back of the moon and smiled, he felt that life was not so boring at last.

In fact, it would be more convenient to tell Smith directly who he wanted to find, so that he would save himself the trouble of doing investigations. But Moon doesn't trust Smith. If he directly tells Smith his goal, he can't be sure that Smith won't use this to threaten himself. So he asked Smith to find out the information of all the prisoners who entered the Confessor Prison this year, which can achieve a kind of confusing effect. Smith knew he was looking for someone but he didn't know who he was looking for.

In the staff restaurant of the office building, sitting at a long dining table, this is the private room in the restaurant. Only the warden, or people invited by the warden, can eat here.

While Yang Ge was eating, the chef was talking about his newly invented dishes.

Afterwards, when Yan Ge was full, he put down his knife and fork, and the chef bent slightly, showing a look of expectation.

I only heard Yan Ge comment: "So-so, the taste is a bit monotonous."

After speaking, Yan Ge left, leaving only the chef thinking about why the taste is monotonous. Is he saying that there is only one flavor in this dish? But of course a dish has only one taste, unless it is rotten. Or say that next time I will prepare several flavors of sauce for him, so that he can eat a variety of flavors.

Yang Ge had eaten and was about to take a walk when the secretary came over and whispered, "That new prisoner, Sunshine, really has a problem. Smith has contacted him twice."

Yan Ge narrowed his eyes, thinking about who Smith is, when the secretary said: "Smith has been trying to escape from prison for so many years, you must not take it lightly."

It turned out that he wanted to escape from prison, Yan Ge nodded, he admired such a person who is in prison but still strives for self-improvement very much. He nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

At this time, he saw the prisoners lined up to go to the factory, and Yan Ge saw the moon in the line at a glance. Yue Yue seemed to have sensed something, turned her head to look over, and met Yan Ge's eyes.

Yan Ge didn't respond, and continued to look at him like this. Moon frowned slightly as soon as he opened his eyes, and he remembered what happened yesterday afternoon again. Not only that, but he also remembered what Smith said, Smith said that he was different to the warden. Although the moon doesn't think so, but thinking of this sentence, I still feel a little strange.

Seeing the moon go away, Yang Ge rubbed his forehead, he felt a little headache. It's not a big deal to lock the moon in prison like this, you can't lock him up for a lifetime, right? But it doesn't work to let it out, who knows what will happen if he is left outside.

Yan Ge turned his head and asked the secretary, "How are the five prisoners who were injured in the same cell two days ago? When will they be back?"

The secretary said: "They are seriously injured, and they still have some problems taking care of themselves. But if you ask them to come back, they can come back immediately."

"Forget it, let them stay in the hospital for a while longer." Yan Ge said, "They will only come back when I let them come back."

Yue Yue waited for a day, and the next night when he was lying in his cell counting dumplings, he heard someone outside saying, "Do you want to write a letter?"

These days, no one except prisoners would use this ancient method of communication. Moon originally wanted to refuse. He didn't have anyone to communicate with, and no one wanted to know about his recent situation. This is the case with a killer like him. No one knows who killed someone when he killed someone, and no one knows who was killed when he was killed.

At this time, the person outside said again: "Do you want to write a letter?"

Yue Yue was a little annoyed, just about to turn over to sleep, when he suddenly remembered something, he turned over and got out of bed, walked to the door and said, "I want to write a letter."

Then a hand came in through the narrow hole in the iron door of the cell, and handed him a pen and paper. The moon took the pen and paper, and the pen was a special soft pen, which was fine for writing letters, but not for suicide or murder. Moon turned over the paper, and saw that there were densely packed words written on the lower piece of paper, all of which were information on the prisoners sent in this year.

The information is very detailed, including not only their names, ages and reasons for their time in prison, but also descriptions of their appearance. Soon the moon locked on several targets, and it was only after Smith took him to see them with his own eyes the next day that he could determine whether they were the targets.

With excitement, the moon woke up the next morning before the bell rang.

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