Jiang Shu put down his personal belongings, and came to the empty bed with a calm expression. She tidied up the bed, laid out the sheets and quilts, and then lay on the bed.

The bed is a little hard.

He covered his head with a quilt and sniffed it.

The quilt was freshly washed and there was no odor.

Under the quilt, he slowly spit out a shrinking playing card, then wiped it dry, enlarged it to normal size, then moved it into the prison uniform and placed it.

Before going to prison, there was a ceremony to check the whole body, take away the watch, and read out the rules of the special crime.

The character card in the watch cannot be seen by anyone else without his subjective permission.

This is the privacy right protected by the master's brain.

However, there is one thing that made Jiang Shu care a little. Without a watch, he would not be able to see his character card, but the derivative entries were still usable.

So what did the people of Lone City use to display the character card before the invention of the watch?

Thinking about it further, in ancient times hundreds of years ago, what kind of character cards were used to display?

And of course there is no answer to this now.

"My name is 'Zao', of course, this is just a code name or something. I have a name, I hope you can call me my name." The clear and magnetic voice of a man came from the bed next door, "Clow."

My roommate must be a crow.

Jiang Shu lifted the quilt, turned to look at the bed, and replied simply: "Jiang Shu."

"How did you come in?" Crow took off his hat and played with it in his hand.

Was caught in by Wolf.

Of course Jiang Shu wouldn't say that, he continued: "Kill someone."

Clow smiled and said, "Did you just kill one person?"

"Yes." Jiang Shu nodded.

"Then you will definitely look good when you kill." Crow narrowed his eyes slightly, and then explained, speaking a little faster, "I mean, killing is an art, and all art requires talent. And the people here are talented people."

"Ha, then what is your talent?" Jiang Shu smiled.

"My talent?" Clow thought for a while. Judging from his expression, he was really thinking seriously. "I'm good at...I'm good at teaching."

"Huh?" Jiang Shu was stunned. He didn't expect Kloe to say that.

Good at sabotage, good at using gasoline and bullets, good at bewitching people's hearts...

According to Ya's resume (criminal history), he would not surprise Jiang Shu if he said these answers.

Teaching...

emmm, judging from his current elegant and easy-going temperament, he does feel like a teacher, but this is not reasonable at all.

"My dream when I was a child was to be a teacher," Crow licked his lips, and the paper hat in his hand was taken apart by him and folded into a cute little crow.

But it is white, so it should be called a white crow.

"I like the feeling of preaching and teaching. If others can understand my thoughts, I will be very happy. Well, I like philosophy, history and... psychology." Clowe's tone was neither anxious nor slow, and it sounded very rhythmic, like a spring breeze. "I want to tell them that there are things in the world that are better than machinery, such as the body, the mind, etc., but they don't listen, so I was caught in."

Jiang Shu said: "Are you exonerating your crime?"

"I am indeed guilty." Crow put the paper white crow on the cabinet at the bedside. On the white crow's head, he painted two black eyes. "However, the city of Lone City has original sin, and no one will be an exception, so I am here."

Well, this is the one I am wrong, but the whole world?

Boring.

Jiang Shu withdrew his gaze and pushed the blame to the dark side of the world. This behavior was really a bit slander.

In contrast, he appreciated that pure evil more.

Even if you fall from the outside world, you will only grit your teeth and take revenge on the world. You can repent but never turn the blame.

But Jiang Shu didn't speak anymore.

In the next seven days, he would try to figure out the details of the crow as much as possible. Regardless of whether he could get the answer, he would file an appeal in seven days to fight for the second judicial trial.

Such a criminal is not worth his energy.

Seeing that Jiang Shu didn't pay attention to him anymore, Clow didn't say anything more, and the double cell fell into silence.

At six o'clock in the evening, the prison guards opened the doors of each double cell and checked the prisoners' condition one by one.

"Let's go. Mr. Jiang, it's supper time now." Crow picked up the white crow on the cabinet and carefully placed it in the upper and left pocket of the prison uniform. The white crow's body was in his pocket, with only a crow's head exposed.

"Yes." Jiang Shu nodded, and he stood up. The long sleep made him a little confused, but it was very comfortable.

The prisoners in the double cell have the right to eat in the on-ground restaurant. The meal time is sufficient, with an hour and a half. These one and a half hours can also be distributed freely, and there is a large enough event venue outside the restaurant.

"Let's go and meet new friends." Crow smiled, raised his lips high, and he walked out the door.

The steps are light, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and the shoulders on both sides shake, which makes it very rhythmic.

...

Very sluggish walking posture.

Jiang Shu could feel something changed in him.

Also, when will the eyes of the paper crow turn dark red?

Black, red, eyes represent different personalities? So the crow is the real person now? That guy who is good at destruction?

Jiang Shu guessed in his heart that he had a lot of experience in watching suspense films. It was not too strange that such things happened in such a place. He just recorded them silently and used them as a reference.

Jiang Shu noticed that here, almost all the prisoners walked alone, and only a very small number walked together in groups of three or three.

Are there no gangs here?

Jiang Shu was a little strange. It seems that this is not what she performed in the movie, right?

Go upstairs from the stairs and walked straight for a while, Jiang Shu came to the restaurant here.

The layout is simple and the space is very large. On the east side of the canteen, a huge cabinet is embedded in the wall. In the cabinet, there are silver plates of fast food, which is the prisoner's dinner.

The prisoners, with their identity signs on their bracelets, opened the cabinets to pick up their meals. Near the cabinets, several prison guards were fully armed and ready.

Jiang Shu followed Clow to receive the meal, then sat at a table in a corner and started eating.

In the huge restaurant, there were only subtle conversations, and the rest were focused on the food in front of them.

However, Jiang Shu noticed a detail that everyone was eating very slowly, and they chewed slowly, as if they were waiting for something.

The dinner was Western style, macaroni, starch patty bread with red and white dipping sauce, and a thick mushroom soup.

The taste was better than Jiang Shu had imagined. He finished the meal quickly, but was stopped by Clow while preparing to get up.

"Don't hurry to leave, it's not time for supper." Crow cut the loose meat pie with a plastic knife, forked up a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hmm?" Jiang Shu didn't understand.

"The prison guard hasn't left yet, wait and see, every day..." Crow said with a smile, "There is a good show."
Chapter completed!