This was definitely an accident. In addition to the ball flying in the sky, there were seven or eight red fruit with strong tops, and sweaty brawns rushed over. Some of them stared at the spinning ball in the air, while one or two of them quietly focused on Du Lin.

In the face of these rushing people, Du Lin chose to give way sideways, and his eyes were tightly locked on these people, trying to distinguish whether anyone was working on his idea. He didn't believe it was an accident. It was nothing new to be injured or even killed during a handball match. Perhaps the opponent wanted to use this method to create the illusion of accidental death.

So he chose to give way, not to pick up the ball. A group of people ran past him. It seemed that everyone was chasing the ball, but Du Lin still found that one of them was running and chasing. Extremely short hesitations and pauses. It was this seemingly hesitant step that made Du Lin find him. He calmly watched the guy and a group of people rush for a while and then ran back to the center of the playground. He raised Duchen's chin and turned away.

Du Lin was not afraid that these people came to assassinate him and put them into action. He was afraid that these people would not do it all day, leaving him unable to do something wholeheartedly.

The dinner whistle rang very punctually, and the air release time of one hour before dinner was enough to reflect humane management. It is said that some prisons only have one or two air release times every week or month, and it is extremely short. It can be seen that the warden is actually a nice guy.

After dinner, there is still 30 minutes of free time. Generally most people choose to rest and stay quiet. In the last ten minutes, the guards will arrange bathing for all those in need. In general, there are not many people who need to take a bath in winter. After all, the weather is already very cold, but some muscular muscle guys obviously don't think so. They are happy to sweat themselves through intense activities as in summer, and a ten-minute shower every day is their daily activity.

After watching each of the strong men stripped off into the bathroom, Du Lin stood up and took off his prison clothes—he bought one, and one of the prison's own clothes, which cost no more than 20 cents. The price of a dollar transaction. They all walked into the bathroom with a towel. The opening of the faucets made the hot water immediately raise the temperature in the bathroom, and the water mist was diffused, making it almost impossible to see the person in front of them.

A strong man was humming under the shower, rubbing his body, squinting his eyes slightly, and enjoying the creaking sound of the palms rubbing across the skin. Before he came in, he knew his mission, that is, to kill Du Lin as much as possible. No matter what method he used, as long as this was done, he would not only get a huge reward for him, but also get a certain degree. Asylum.

This is a good thing. Someone who is willing to shelter such a guy is tantamount to giving them a ladder to the upper society. Most gang members will feel that the difference between themselves and Godol is a person who is willing to reach out. Now that someone has extended his hand, he only needs to seize the opportunity.

He considered taking Du Lin's life in a more direct way, but felt that doing so was unsatisfactory for himself. The blatant killing in prison means that the sentence will be extended, and the exact time will be judged according to the mood of the warden.

Maybe a week, maybe 70 years!

Therefore, he feels that while time is still sufficient, making as many "accidents" as possible makes Du Lin's death relatively "simple".

No one will form an investigation team for a dead person, investigate any possibility, this is not the capital, no one is so leisurely!

A bit of liquefied soap was buckled in the groove cut out from the slate wall, and smeared his whole body and face. Just as he closed his eyes and hummed Xiaoqu to clear his personal living problems, a figure pushed away the water mist, Appeared behind him.

It is all Buddha.

His feet hadn't left the ground, and he kept sliding forward, so that he would not make footsteps every time he raised and dropped his feet. He turned and stood back-to-back with the strong man, and then held the towel tightly in his hands tightly in his hands, took a deep breath, raised his arms as far back as he could, When his towel caught something, he bent forward sharply, and folded his arms and put it on his chest.

The sudden change made the strong man struggle. His inner world was full of fear at this time, and he did not expect that just a face-to-face might reveal his identity. He wanted to shout, but his tightly pinched neck prevented him from shouting out loud. He kept twisting his body, hoping to slide down from Dufo's body, but the next second, he felt that someone was holding his arm and pulled down hard. A towel was covered on his face, and the water sprayed from the shower dampened the towel on his face. It was possible that he could breathe a little, and was cut off at this moment.

He was struggling madly, his life was flowing every minute and every second. He was really strong, but he could never lift a 14-year-old boy with one hand. The sound of the water crackled on his face, and as he struggled on the ground, his struggling intensity became less and less, and the Buddha was relieved.

About two minutes ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ His body was completely relaxed and there was no more struggling movement. The people around him left in a hurry and orderly, leaving only a dead body and a towel covering his face.

When the water vapor was gone, the jailer in charge of cleaning the bathroom just glanced at the corpse on the ground and continued his work. Isn't it normal for someone to "accidentally" die in prison? He even thought about why this guy would die-it must have been a fall and fell into a coma, and then he was covered alive by a towel covering his face.

See, what a reasonable inference?

It was a quiet night, so quiet that the whistle did not ring once.

Du Lin slept soundly, but the few people in the other rooms were less peaceful.

Dead, their accomplices died. They had no idea that the operation had just started and it was not long before they had an accident. Not only can't they question, they'll pretend to be lively tomorrow morning.

Damn it!

This **** task!