MTL - Start with Psychologist-Chapter 684

For Fang Ze, this is good news.

People like him who eat black and white often have very well-informed information channels.

Finding someone shouldn't be difficult.

"What is your name"

Fang Ze continued to ask.

Karen said: "Ax."

"it is good."

Fang Ze nodded, "When the wind is released tomorrow, point it out to me."

Hearing this, Karen's expression changed, and he said, "Sir, do you want to?"

Fang Ze said lightly: "Don't ask so many questions, just do it, you don't have to worry about the rest."

Seeing this, Karen had no choice but to agree: "That's fine."

He was a little dazed.

At that time, if the other party refuses to help and has a bad attitude, with Fang Ze's temper, it's fine if the two sides don't just start a small fight in the cell.

Once there is a fight in the playground, the movement can be insignificant.

You must know that before Ax arrived, there would be fights between gangs here almost every once in a while.

Dead people are a normal thing.

Since Ax came here, the family dominates, and there has been no fight for a long time.

Is this calm going to be broken? But Fang Ze is only alone here.

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Chapter 571 Do it directly [1]

Nothing to say all night, calm as usual.

The next day, when the first ray of sunlight fell on the prison playground, the door of the cell was suddenly opened.

"Let the wind go!"

After a police officer yelled, he walked away quickly.

One could vaguely hear the sound of doors opening in the distance.

It's time to let the wind go.

It is unbearable for a person to stay in a small cell in the dark every day.

Going out to get some air and bask in the sun is also to ensure the health of the prisoner.

On the other hand, long-term autism can easily lead to psychological breakdown, and suicide cases are not uncommon.

This is the norm in prisons dominated by incarceration.

But if it is a prison that focuses on labor reform, there is no such thing as letting the wind go.

"Fang, let's go."

Karen stood up.

The boring life in the prison day after day can be regarded as a rare sense of anticipation at this time of day.

"Ok."

Fang Ze nodded, got up and left the cell with the three of them.

The playground in Scarborough Prison is still very large, and the space for activities is very free.

In principle, you can go anywhere as long as you don't violate the rules.

But this is only theoretical.

For newcomers who don't know, the price of running around is often very high.

This prison is a small society, where there is society, there is power.

Where there is power, there is a fixed territory.

Those comfortable open positions have long been occupied.

Going over hastily will only lead to conflict.

After holding back for a long time, many people wish to have a fight to loosen their muscles and bones.

Therefore, some weak people will choose to sit in the corner honestly, not to cause those troubles.

At this time, Fang Ze was leaning on an iron shelf next to the trash can in the northwest corner of the playground, watching the scattered crowd in front of him.

It's a bad location with no direct sunlight at all.

But Karen and the others obviously have no intention of leaving, and it seems that they have not joined a certain force.

They can only stay on the bottom floor obediently.

This is not bad.

Although the quality of life is very low, at least safety is guaranteed.

As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke them, those prison tyrants in the prison will naturally not have nothing to trouble them.

Fang Ze lit a cigarette with a match, smoked it for a while, and said, "That... the guy who smokes is Akes."

Hearing this, Karen and the others followed Fang Ze's line of sight.

In the empty activity area in the distance, a large group of people gathered there, talking and laughing.

Among them, a curly-haired white man was sitting on the stone platform, smoking a cigarette calmly.

This is the biggest force on the playground, at least there are forty or fifty people.

As for the rest of the gangs, there are no more than ten 10s at most.

After Karen glanced at it, he nodded and said, "That's right, he is Akers."