The Man Behind the Scenes: My Entry Is so Evil that It's Crazy

Chapter 162 There Are Always People Who Deserve to Be Transformed (Asking for Monthly Votes)

Bang bang bang——

The lights on the roof of the workshop also gradually dimmed until they were completely extinguished.

Chen Ya walked out of the workshop and handed over the basket in her hand. The prison guard who sorted the records made a check in the workbook.

"Chen Ya, ten items, oh no, nine items, one is unqualified."

While recording, the prison guard picked out a piece of clothing that was stained with blood and had signs of skewed sewing from the basket and threw it out.

Chen Ya frowned slightly and followed her fellow inmates back to her cell in line.

Cell 2104.

The lights went out at 11 o'clock, and several inmates got into bed and closed their eyes. For some reason, they felt particularly sleepy tonight, and they all fell asleep soon after getting into bed.

In this silence, Chen Ya gently opened the bed and climbed out of bed quietly.

With a flick of the tip of his little finger, slender needles shot out from the backs of the inmates' heads and flew back to the palm of his hand along a barely visible silver line.

In the cramped corridor, the lights were still on tenaciously, reflecting the mottled marks on the walls.

On the ceiling, fixed surveillance cameras are like sleepless guards, with red lights flashing. They quietly monitor every corner of the corridor, with almost no blind spots.

Occasionally, one or two prison guards in uniform walked back and forth in the corridor with heavy steps. They stopped from time to time and cast a scrutinizing gaze into the cells through the bars.

"2122, what are you doing? Just lie down and sleep!"

The prison guard's shouts came from the distant corridor, and the sound echoed in the corridor.

"Four prison guards are divided into two shifts and take turns patrolling. There will be a break every 13 minutes."

Chen Ya murmured to himself, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the layout of the prison area clearly appeared in his mind.

"From No. 2104 to No. 2126, the straight-line distance is 71 meters. Four surveillance cameras are set up along the way. Their locations are..."

Chen Ya's memory is excellent. The precise position and subtle angle of each camera are engraved in his mind, like a three-dimensional three-dimensional image vividly displayed deep in his consciousness.

After lurking patiently for a while, at a certain silent moment, Chen Ya's finger touched the sensitive g-spot of the lock cylinder of the prison door's electric switch, and the door opened with a soft click.

He stepped lightly into the corridor, and a high-frequency buzzing sound that was difficult for human ears to hear rang out in the surrounding air, and the red light of the camera probes flickered strangely at this moment, as if time had been subtly distorted for a moment.

The twisting speed was so fast that in the monitoring room, the prison guard on duty who had just lowered his head and took a sip of water was completely unaware:

The moment he lowered his head, several small screens in the upper right corner flashed a flurry of snowflakes one after another, and then quickly returned to normal, like a breeze blowing through the air without leaving a single ripple.

At this delicate moment, someone happened to come to inspect the camera, and they could only find a tiny mark as thin as a pinhole on the wire behind the camera.

However, if there is a delay of two minutes, the almost invisible needle hole will probably heal quietly under the action of the rubber of the wire, just like the wound has been healed by time, leaving no trace.

If the surveillance camera could make a sound, it might joke: "The eye of a needle? What a joke, how could I not have known that I had been pricked by a needle? It was just a normal pore contraction on my skin."

Cell 2126.

They were all huddled under the quilt, and the whispering chatter suddenly stopped. In fact, they mainly listened to Yuan Dabiao bragging, and several other inmates cautiously echoed.

However, at a certain moment, those cautious echoes just now turned into snoring sounds of various tones in a unified manner, like a snoring symphony.

"Let me tell you, when I, Yuan Dabiao, was still outside, it was with Brother Kun. Brother Kun, do you know who he is?"

"Brother Kun used to be famous on the road, but later he joined Shengguang Pharmaceutical Company and was in charge of the security company below."

"When I am released from prison in two years, I will join Brother Kun and join Holy Light Security..."

Yuan Dabiao's words were filled with infinite longing for the future. His voice gradually increased, and he was immersed in the fantasy of his glorious future.

Then, his brows suddenly frowned, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: "Why are you all snoring? Ah, do I allow you to sleep? You guys..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Dabiao's mouth suddenly froze, and his expression changed from anger to horror.

He saw a face standing at the head of his bed, looking down at him unblinkingly, as silently as a ghost.

Yuan Dabiao's heart suddenly stopped beating, and an icy chill shot up from his back like an electric current. His body shook involuntarily, as if it was grabbed by invisible claws, and he almost jumped up from the bed.

"Be quiet and don't wake others up."

A low voice came into his ears, unusually cold, like the north wind on a winter night, biting and ruthless. He felt a hand gently pressing his forehead, and his whole body seemed to have lost all strength. He lay back on the bed stiffly and moved. Can't move.

"You don't have to get up, just lie down and talk." The voice continued.

Yuan Dabiao's pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes were fixed on the speaker's face. The muscles on his face twitched unconsciously, and there was unconcealable surprise and fear in his voice: "It's you?!"

Yuan Dabiao couldn't move his neck, and only his eyes could move rapidly in their sockets. From the corner of his eye, he tried hard to look at the electric lock door, and saw that the door was indeed closed tightly.

"You...you...how did you get in?" Yuan Dabiao's mind almost shut down.

Chen Ya frowned, not wanting to answer Yuan Dabiao's stupid question. Others had already come in, so how did it matter?

He said to himself: "You shouldn't disturb my work in the morning. You ruined one of my ready-made clothes, so I can't complete the 10 pieces of clothes you asked for, team leader."

There was a hint of helplessness in Chen Ya's tone, but she was not angry. Instead, she explained the logic to Yuan Dabiao in a serious and firm tone:

"So, I only completed nine pieces in the end, and there is still one missing. This gap is your responsibility, team leader, what do you think?"

Although Chen Ya's tone was calm and serious, and he explained the truth carefully, for Yuan Dabiao, he only felt a numbness in his scalp and unprecedented panic in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that this kind of slow and calm reasoning was actually more frightening and terrifying than the ferocious ferocity he showed to Old Man Li that morning.

Yuan Dabiao swallowed his saliva and said with a trembling voice: "Brother, I was wrong. I was really wrong. You were right. It's all my responsibility."

Chen Ya frowned and was not satisfied with Yuan Dabiao's attitude of admitting his mistake. He said: "You are afraid of me. You don't have to be afraid. I will not force you to admit your mistake. The truth is not used to bully the weak, but the more you argue, the clearer it becomes."

Yuan Dabiao opened his mouth like a nest and shouted in his heart: "Brother, I'm not afraid of truth, I'm really afraid of you."

Chen Ya continued to comfort you: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm just here to explain the truth to you and clarify the responsibilities between us."

Yuan Dabiao's tongue seemed to be trembling, and he tried to make his voice sound more serious and sincere:

"No, brother, I'm not saying this because I'm afraid of you. I really realized my mistake, and the responsibility is all on me. I shouldn't have assigned you such a heavy workload, it's all my fault."

Chen Ya frowned and interrupted: "You are wrong again!"

Yuan Dabiao's heart skipped a beat: "Ah?"

Chen Ya patiently explained: "Assigning ten tasks to me is your job as a team leader. This is not your fault. Your mistake is just that you should not have destroyed the fruits of my labor and disturbed my work efficiency."

Yuan Dabiao's eyes were dull. He thought that these were the same thing, weren't they all bullying?

He stammered an apology: "Yes, yes, that's what I meant."

Chen Ya lowered his head and stared at Yuan Dabiao. The latter was seriously frightened, and then he said with satisfaction: "As long as you understand the truth."

Yuan Dabiao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he was floating from hell to heaven, and then he heard the reasonable voice continue to reach his ears.

Chen Ya: "Since you confirmed that it is your responsibility that my last piece of clothing was not finished, should you take the responsibility and help me complete the work?"

Yuan Dabiao opened his mouth and observed Chen Ya's face. He was thinking about whether he should answer this question yes or... no?

Chen Ya's face darkened slightly: "You are hesitating. It seems that you just lied to me. You didn't really realize your mistake."

Yuan Dabiao felt Chen Ya's gloomy gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. It was like a fine needle piercing the skin, causing goosebumps to arouse on his face. He hurriedly explained:

"No, no, I do understand that everything is my responsibility. I am just thinking about what I should do to make up for my responsibility and mistakes."

Chen Ya was suspicious: "Really?"

Yuan Dabiao said seriously: "Really!"

Chen Ya smiled: "Team leader, you asked me to finish ten pieces of clothing today. Fortunately, there is still a little bit of time before today is over, which is enough for us to make up for each other's work mistakes."

What else could Yuan Dabiao say? He could only respond with "Yeah".

Chen Ya opened her mouth in an exaggerated arc and said words that Yuan Dabiao couldn't understand: "My team members have always told me that the world is full of hypocrisy and lies, and it is completely hopeless."

"I think they are too pessimistic. I think there are still many people in this world who can explain the logic clearly. Then the world will not be hopeless and there will still be hope worth saving. We cannot completely give up on transformation. them."

"You said that, right?"

Yuan Dabiao couldn't understand it at all, but he could understand that Chen Ya's palms were spread out, revealing needles and threads that shone with cold light.

He suddenly felt like he was falling into an abyss. He was speechless and horrified: "You just said you wouldn't hurt me?"

"That's right, I didn't hurt you when I was trying to reason."

Chen Ya replied very seriously, "But you also recognized it, team leader, and you are willing to take on the mistakes and make up for the omissions. How can this be called harm? This is called self-salvation and transformation."

Yuan Dabiao couldn't argue, he silently acquiesced.

Perhaps, at this moment, he finally had to agree that Captain Chen Ya's logic was impeccable. Was he willing to give full marks to the other party's argument? ! !

Yuan Dabiao glared at the face so close to him, his ferocious eyes that seemed about to fall out reflected the shadow of a needle. His throat stood stubbornly, with a silver needle inserted straight into it.

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