Officer Zhang's last bit of glandular energy was squeezed out by the fiery red light on Bai Chu Nian's head, and he was helped out by his colleagues in a vain step.

Du Mo took over Bai Chunian again, and watched Officer Zhang, whose face was extremely bad, leave, and laughed sarcastically.

"It seems that the relationship between the International Prison and the International Police Agency is not very good?" Bai Chunian casually poked at the wall and chatted with him.

Du Mo lightly snorted: "All want performance, because you experimental subjects, tossing us seven or eight times a month, who is willing to serve. The experimental subjects occupy a seat in the prison and eat, no one visits and no guarantee, so there is no oil and water. If you can get it, there will be troubles from time to time, if it is not your duty, I want to drive you all out."

Bai Chunian laughed.

"When can I be visited?"

"You?" Du Mo glanced at him, "immediate family members apply for a visit card, bring the documents, and you can do it in three months. Do you have any immediate family members?"

"..."

"What nonsense is that." Du Mo grabbed his forearm and escorted him back to the prison area.

While he was looking back, Bai Chunian took out the canteen meal card from his trouser pocket and slipped quietly against the wall to the ground.

The interrogation of several other subjects also ended. In the hall, the bee experimental subject "Pastry Chef" was grabbing a police officer and begging, dragging his tears: "Sir, I have confessed all, I am willing to wear a suppressor forever. , please commute my sentence, I won't hurt anyone again, I can control it, I want to open a store in a small city and live a good life."

The police officers who came to interrogate obviously could not easily agree to such a request. Because of their demeanor, they did not kick the pastry chef away. They replied to him in official words: "We will consider it as appropriate."

The pastry chef collapsed on the ground and cried, wiping his eyes like a child, not daring to cry, only to see his shoulders shrug.

Eris stood by and laughed non-stop, kicking the scraps of paper on the ground to the pastry chef, and said helplessly to Bai Chunian not far away: "My God, this is the most hopeless I have ever seen. The same kind. Die quickly, he polluted my air."

Du Mo threw off the pointer and slapped it on Eris's calf, and taught him a lesson: "Go back to your prison."

Eris retracted his feet in pain, and Du Mo's gloomy and curious eyes were attracted to him: "Sir, omegas can't be so fierce."

Bai Chunian watched the fun with his hands and reminded Du Mo: "The curse is very vengeful."

Being sandwiched between two alphas and saying that there is no sense of pressure is false, Du Mo pushed them to the armed police: "Take him back."

Then walked over to the pastry chef and bent over to pull him up. The pastry chef looked at the pointer in his hand and became horrified. Du Mo shortened the retractable pointer and patted the pastry chef on the back: "Just go back crying every time, get up, and leave."

After the armed police escorted the experimental subject out, Du Mo touched his trousers pocket and found that the meal card was gone, so he went back to the corridor to look for it. It was only a few steps away, and it didn't take two minutes.

Bai Chunian was escorted out, and there was a stalker standing beside the other escort car. He was blindfolded, his hands were handcuffed in front of him, and he stood facing Bai Chunian, his fingers slowly making small gestures, which looked like What was expressed, but Bai Chunian didn't understand the meaning, but only remembered a few gestures in his mind with superhuman memory.

After returning to the prison area, Bai Chunian once again lived a normal prison life. The prisoners in the prison area were not fixed, but alternately arranged in different places. Bai Chunian stayed in the garment factory for a month, and then When they got down, it was their turn to clean the work building.

They cannot enter the office area. The tasks assigned to them include cleaning toilets, cleaning corridor floors and windows outside the building, etc. It sounds easier than a garment factory. In fact, the work is tedious, and the inspection is strict and needs to be cleaned. There should not be a little dust in the place. If the inspection fails, not only points will be deducted, but it must be done again.

Just three days after cleaning, the supervisor said that he would need to sort out the old books by himself.

Prisoners don't like to organize bookshelves. They say it's a bookstore because he is a bookstore. The last warden likes to read books and collects a lot of old books. There are more than 3,000 books in the warehouse. The newly appointed warden respects the old warden and often asks people to clean the library. However, because the books have been left for too long, a layer of dust has fallen on the books, and there are still books in the corners. Few mice, if you encounter a book that has been bitten by a mouse, you need to record it, and then add a new one.

Many of the prisoners here are illiterate. It is more difficult for them to write than to kill them. It is better to sweep the floor and wipe the glass.

It is enough to clean a place like the library once a year. The prisoners in the B prison only cleaned it last month, so there is no need to clean it again.

Bai Chunian thought for a while, then raised his hand, "I'll go."

The supervisor has always thought that this young man is good and has neat hands and feet, so he took him there as a matter of course.

Bai Chunian followed him to the elevator. Every elevator needs to be swiped with fingerprints. Outsiders can't use it. Many locks here are fingerprint locks or iris locks. Therefore, the possibility of stealing keys is eliminated. Bai Chunian never thought about it. There is no technical content in this inefficient way.

It is indeed a warehouse for storing books. The bookshelves are densely placed. The inside has been cleaned and there is no dust. The books are neatly stacked together, but they are only sorted by size.Together, the normal arrangement of books needs to be classified according to content.

This arrangement confirmed Bai Chunian's conjecture.

The last prisoner who organized the library should have been a stalker. His eyes were covered with tape and he couldn't see, so he could only arrange the books according to their size. According to the standards of sanitation, this arrangement was very neat.Acceptance is passed, but if the next sanitation check is genuine, the book will have to be cleaned up again.

The guard locked the door and left Bai Chunian alone in the library, and came back to pick him up when the time came.

Bai Chunian started to clean up from the corner, carefully arranged each book according to the content of the book, checked whether there were any missing or folded pages, and put books of the same category on the same bookshelf.