Behind the iron railing, a boy with burgundy hair sat on a thin single bed. His eyes had been fixed on Blake Jing's position for a long time. He had no doubts or curiosity about Blake Jing's appearance here, and his expression was not indifferent. Fluctuating, like the indifference and indifference after seeing through all the sins in the world, he nodded, taking it as a greeting and then stopped speaking.
The cell was dimly lit, with a damp and musty smell. Officers patrolling in the distance came and went, but did not notice the conversation under their noses.
"Compared to the last time we were apart, you don't seem to have changed much." Blake Jing sat across from the young man with a relaxed posture, as if he were nagging: "But I am very curious about how you were caught. With your strength, they It’s hard to do this.”
"After a mission, they paid me in cash. There was poison on the envelope." The young man said calmly, without any awkwardness on his face, as if he was looking at others from the perspective of a bystander.
"Then you were captured and didn't think about escaping?" Blake Jing glanced at the patrolling officers not far away and chuckled: "They can't stop you."
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