Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 162 Running to Freedom (Part 1)

  November 7th.

   There are only five days left until the twelfth. Five days later, whether the prisoners such as Verak, Keating, and Dawn can be free, and the battle between Adel and Lecter for the warden will have a result.

Although large or small riots and prison escapes often occur, Daimans Prison is generally calm. After all, prison escapes are commonplace for them, and they will not even bring ups and downs to their lives. .

   It's just that this peace has been completely broken in another dimension since the day Verak was imprisoned.

   It was a day of wind, and after confirming the details of the plan with Dawn and others, Verak lay on the ground and looked at the small piece of sky in a square shape.

  He wants to get rid of repetition, get rid of the same.

   "Verak." Dawn sat down to rest after finishing his work, "It will start soon."

   "Hmm." Verak stretched his waist, "What are you going out for?"

   "Go to my family and live a normal life." Dawn replied.

  Before he was imprisoned here, Dawn yearned for a magnificent world, but after experiencing these, he found that the most important thing in his heart was his family. It is enough for him to be able to accompany each other with his family, let his parents enjoy their old age, enjoy each other with his wife, and watch his children grow up little by little.

   "What about you? Go to Laizein to find equality?" he asked.

   "It's not bad to be ordinary, but even if it's just that, it's a luxury in this era." Verak grinned, "... What I want to do when I go out is to ensure that you can live the life you just said."

   "Really?" Dawn raised the corner of his mouth, "Then I'll leave it to you."

  Verak smiled and said nothing.

  —

  November 8

  Verak and Lecter meet in the infirmary.

  This time Veraker saw Lecter sitting on a chair as soon as he entered, with his arms folded around his chest, his face livid, and he asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

   "Don't tell me you don't have any clues yet." Lecter said coldly.

   "No, what's the matter?" Verak stood firm and asked, "It's still early to the agreed final time limit, and I think if I cooperate with Adel, he won't set any time limit for me."

   Lecter, who wanted to get angry, heard Verac's faint threat, so he could only hold back his temper, gritted his teeth and said as calmly as possible: "I mean, it's best to hurry up."

   "Of course I want—"

   "I know, I know!" Lecter stood up impatiently within a few seconds of controlling his emotions, "Don't you just want to say, can you hurry up? Am I not qualified to urge you?"

  Verak took a step back, afraid that Lecter, who was barking his teeth and claws, would affect him.

"If you need help, how can you find out the whereabouts of the gold from Keating as soon as possible, tell me!" Lecter roared, "It shouldn't be like asking a clue to connect everything Is it?! How come it’s like squeezing toothpaste and still haven’t touched the edge of the gold?! I don’t want these clues! These clues are useless! Even if there are a hundred of them, it’s useless not knowing where the gold is?! I want it The exact location! The exact location!"

   "But I don't know." Verak said in the same voice as before.

   "You don't know?!" Lecter turned around, sneered, and repeated, "You don't know..."

   It seemed that as time approached the twelfth, Lecter could no longer pretend not to be in a hurry in front of Veraker. But Lecter couldn't continue acting, and Veraker had to accompany him to act forcefully: "What happened? Why are you so anxious to know the whereabouts of the gold?"

   "Nothing..." Lecter waved his hand with his back to Verak.

   "Do you need to keep any secrets from me?" Verak acted naturally, "...Since you don't want to tell what happened, you should tell me the time, right? When will you need the golden position?"

   "Just a few days." Lecter said exhaustedly.

  Verak pulled the chair that Lecter had just sat in front of him and sat down: "Just how many days are these days? Give me an accurate answer."

"Before the twelfth." Lecter probably took advantage of this time to think of a way to get it back, and then added, "My father still doesn't support me staying, so if I don't ask for gold before the twelfth whereabouts, we have to go."

   "The same situation as a month ago?" Verak said.

   "Yes." Lecter turned around again, facing Verak who was sitting, "If you can help me get through this crisis and find out the whereabouts of the gold before the twelfth, I can agree to any of your requests."

   "Except getting out of here?"

"right."

  Verak pondered for a while: "I owe it first, and I will ask you to mention it after I finish it."

Lecter sat on the hospital bed next to Veraker: "Think about how much I owe you. I said a month ago that as long as you can ask the golden clues to let me stay, I can grant you any wish. At that time, you also said you owed it."

"The main reason is that I haven't gone out yet, and it doesn't make sense to say something." Verak returned to the real purpose of his willingness to continue acting with Lecter, "Then, we don't have to meet routinely at noon every day. Yes, if I have a situation, I will take the initiative to come to you, so that I can use more time."

   "Okay." Lecter also knew that if Veraker didn't get anything, it would be meaningless for them to meet, so he might as well use this time to deal with Keating more.

"There is another very important point, you must do it." Verak said word by word, making Lecter pay attention to his request, "Before the last moment...to be more specific, your father asked You leave on the twelfth, so don't act rashly until the ship leaves Damans Island at noon, and don't do anything on your own."

  The plan for a frontal escape has been drawn up, and now what they need most is stability. Lecter is the biggest variable in the prison, and Veraker is very worried about what crazy move he will make at the last moment, which will hurt Keating or affect the progress of the plan.

   Therefore, Lecter needs to be appeased, as long as he can wait in peace until their plan starts and the prison changes.

   "Okay." Lecter agreed.

"There is hope until the last moment." Seeing Lecter's straightforward answer, Veraker added a few more words in case he didn't take it seriously, "Before you are brought on board, any moment I It is possible to ask where the gold is. So don’t make any moves, just trust me and it’s enough.”

   "Okay." Lecter replied looking into Verak's eyes this time.

  —

  November 9

  Villac and his team have expanded the number of key personnel to more than 200 people. Most of these 200 people have participated in football games. They have fought with prison guards with their own hands.

   At that time, the release will be divided into two groups. According to the probability, there will be more than 100 people in the square and the backbone of the work area. They will riot at the same time. These people will be the key to the prisoners' rapid control of the first floor.

  —

  November 10

  Considering that the time was approaching, Veraker and Dawn spread the escape plan to ordinary prisoners like Rose who had never been aware of it before.

  In any previous prison break, no prison escape leader dared to spread the escape plan to all the prisoners, because no one knows if someone will expose them for a small profit.

   But not this time.

  Partly because Verak has brought them enough, even if they don't believe that Verak and the others can do it, they are willing to give up the rewards after the revelation as a little reward.

  Partly because they know how popular Veraker and Dawn are among the prisoners, they are worried about retaliation after they report, and they choose to remain silent because they are not good to each other between prisoners and prison guards, and they can't get along at all.

  In short, this time unprecedented, all the prisoners maintained a tacit understanding.

  —

  November 11

   In the morning, Adel went to see Veraker once, and told him again to ensure that nothing would go wrong on Veraker's side at the last moment, causing the situation to reverse again.

  Lecter was depressed, and didn't go to Veraker for three consecutive days, shutting himself in the office all day, turning a deaf ear to the trivial things outside.

   At the end of the briefing, Veraker was lucky enough to be assigned to the first batch. When he returned, he deliberately showed that he still had a conversation with Keating, and dragged him to the end of the crowd.

   After stepping out of the gate of the square with two feet, Verac, who had been counting the time in his mind since the whistle sounded for the end of the wind release, was stunned.

   Ten four past ten.

   It takes three to five minutes for all the prisoners to come out of the square.

  Then they will launch a riot at this time tomorrow!

  He gave Keating a worried look.

Considering that the riot at the end of the first group of prisoners was just in time for the shift change of the prison guards, dozens of more prison guards could be locked up to relieve the pressure on other places. Not a decision after the second batch of releases.

   In this way, a new problem was introduced.

  Keating will be taken to the square when the first batch of prisoners are released, and will not be taken back to cell 208 until the second batch of prisoners is released. What would happen to Keating, who remained in the square, if they rioted at the end of the first batch of prisoners?

Verac and Dawn discussed many ways, such as taking Keating out as soon as possible during the riots, etc., but these all have certain risks. In the end, for the sake of insurance, they decided to make Keating feel unwell tomorrow. , simply don't let the wind go, and wait for them to riot before going to the rescue.

night

  Villac tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at the thought of a big career tomorrow.

   Keating said with a smile: "The things you will experience in the future will be much bigger and more than this, so don't be so nervous."

"If you fail, you will die..." Although Verak said death, his expression was still relaxed. A little worried."

   "Just go ahead and do it tomorrow." Keating said, "Now Adel and Lecter are focusing on gold. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

   "I'll take care of it, don't worry." Verak took a deep breath and lay down peacefully. "Okay, let's not talk about it, teacher, I'm going to sleep."

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

  —

  November 12

  Early in the morning, Verak woke up before the whistle blew, and Keating still got up before him.

   "Are you awake?" Even though the escape plan was about to start, Keating was still quite calmly flipping through the books.

   "Good morning, teacher." Verak quickly put on his prison uniform, and couldn't wait to stand in front of the door and look outside.

   "It will be time for you to work in about ten minutes." Keating stayed here for two years and gradually developed the ability to estimate time.

  Verak knew that the time Keating said was usually about the same time, so he sat down with suppressed excitement: "What book are you reading?"

   "Equality theory." Keating said.

   "When we go out, we can discuss these things with Boyin of the Equality Association." Verak finally felt that this has become a matter that is close at hand.

   Keating closed the book, looked at Veraker, saw that Veraker could not sit still as if he had suddenly suffered from ADHD, and called him to him: "Come here."

   "Huh?" Verac went to Keating's bed and sat down.

   Keating massaged Veraker's shoulders again, just as he encouraged him several times: "Child, be careful."

  Feeling Keating's gentle hands loosen his tense body and nervous nerves, Verak finally calmed down: "...I will, teacher."

   "Get up!" Not long after, the whistle sounded, and the prison guards began to open the doors one by one, letting the prisoners come out to wash, eat, and work.

   "Go." When the prison guard opened the door of Rose's room next door, Keating stopped massaging and gently pushed Verak's back.

  Verak stood up, nodded slightly to Keating, and came to the door, waiting for the prison guard to open it.

  After going out, Verak felt countless pairs of eyes looking at him. He didn't care about other prisoners, and he behaved the same as before. He went to wash up first, and then went to the cafeteria to eat under the **** of the prison guards.

"Verak, I'm ready." Rose also knew Verak's real name, and couldn't help showing a small piece of steel wire that he had prepared while eating, "I will wrap the steel wire around my hands when the time comes, To stab those prison guards in the neck..."

  Verak kicked Rose calmly: "Don't show it, be careful to be seen."

   "Hmm..." Ross looked around and hid the wire again.

"Don't be so sensitive. Before that time, you can just pretend that nothing happened." Veraker found that Ross was far more excited than him, and he could feed food into his nostrils after eating, so he specially told him Make no mistake about, "Eat well and stop talking about it."

   "Hmm..." Ross nodded again.

   After eating, the two went to work on the textile line in the work area. During this journey, Verak didn't meet Dawn, but he had a face-to-face meeting with many key members of the prison escape plan. Everyone behaved fairly calmly, which reassured him a lot.

  After arriving at the work station, Verac started working.

   After helping Ross, who was too excited and made frequent mistakes at work, solve several problems, the time came to nine o'clock inadvertently.

  Because of Lecter's instruction, Verac was smoothly assigned to the first batch of prisoners released, while Dawn was left in the work area. This is a good thing for them, the square, the work area needs a backbone when the riot starts.

  —

  At the beginning of nine o'clock, the prison guard who escorted Keating to a briefing came to see Lecter, who was much more low-key.

"What? Keating won't go for a briefing today because he's not feeling well?" Lecter learned in the office that Keating would not be going for a briefing today, and asked the prison guard who came to report the situation, "What about Chris? ?”

   "Prisoner No. 8196, Thomas Chris has gone to work." The prison guard replied, "At your instruction, we have arranged him among the first batch of prisoners to be released. Now he should be on the square."

   Lecter stared wide-eyed: "Keating is not here, what's the use of arranging him in the first batch of prisoners?!"

   Prison guards dare not speak.

   "Go and inform Chris and let him go back to cell 208." Lecter ordered.

   "Yes." The prison guard left quickly.

   Not long after, the prison guard came back panting: "Deputy Warden, Number 8196 told you not to interfere with his arrangement, just wait patiently."

   Lecter looked at the clock hanging in the office expressionlessly.

nine thirty.

In less than two hours, a new batch of transport ships will arrive. If he cannot find out the whereabouts of the gold before then, he will completely lose the opportunity to compete with Adel for the position of prison chief. People drove him away, and he had to leave by this boat.

   "Where's Keating?"

   "208 cell."

   Lecter got up and walked out of the office: "Take him to the interrogation room."

  —

   Office of the Warden

   Not long after Lecter went to the basement, the warden Adel's eyeliner came to report Lecter's itinerary.

   After Adel learned that Keating stayed in Cell 208 due to illness, and that Veraker let the air out on the square, he already knew that he had a chance to win: "Lecter took Keating to the interrogation room?"

   "Yes, and no one is allowed in." The prison guard replied.

   "It's really the end of the road..." Adel also got up, lit a cigar, put on the warden's coat, and led his subordinates to the interrogation room on the basement floor.

  —

on the square

  The sky is clear, and the guards are smoking and chatting.

The twelfth of every month is the time when the prisoners are most likely to riot, but since last month, the prisoners have settled down a lot, and there has been no escape for almost a month and a half. The letter was about to be mailed out, and the prison guards expected that these prisoners would not be looking for trouble at this juncture, so they did not take more precautions.

   As the time for the escape plan approached, the prisoners felt invisible pressure. Fortunately, Verak told them to continue to act according to the previous state, so they should play cards and chat as they should, without arousing the suspicion of the prison guards on guard.

   "Hmm..." Verak pondered, slightly worried about Keating.

   Not long ago Lecter sent someone to look for him, and he didn't know if he could comfort Lecter who lived to the last moment.

   Isn't this embarrassing, I haven't finished writing, I will continue to live overnight! Comrades wait!

  (end of this chapter)