It was definitely an accident, and in addition to the ball flying in the sky, there were seven or eight strong men with strong upper bodies and sweaty bodies rushing over. Some of them stared at the spinning ball in the air, while a few of them quietly focused on Durin.

In the face of this group of rushing people, Du Lin chose to move sideways, his eyes locked on these people, trying to distinguish whether someone was beating his idea. He didn't believe it was an accident, injuries or even death during a handball game was nothing new, perhaps the other party was trying to create the illusion of his accidental death in this way.

So he chose to get out of the way, let alone pick up the ball, a group of people ran past him, and everyone seemed to be chasing the ball, but Durin still noticed that one of them had a very brief hesitation and pause in the process of running and chasing. It was this seemingly hesitant step that led Durin to him. He watched quietly as the guy and the group of people rushed back to the middle of the playground, raised his chin at Dufo, and turned away.

Durin was not afraid that these people were here to assassinate him and put it into action, he was afraid that these people would not be able to do something all day long, so that he could not do something wholeheartedly.

The dinner whistle sounded very punctually, and the one-hour release time before dinner every day was enough to show humane management, and it is said that some prisons only have one or two release times a week or a month, and it is extremely short, which shows that the warden is actually a good man.

After dinner, there is still 30 minutes of free time, and most people generally choose to rest and stay quietly. In the last ten minutes, the guards will arrange for everyone in need to take a bath. Generally speaking, there are not many people who need to take a bath in winter, after all, the weather is already very cold, but some muscular muscle bumps obviously don't think so. They are happy to sweat as if they were in the summer, and a ten-minute shower every day is also their daily routine.

After watching the strong men strip naked and enter the bathroom, Durin stood up and took off his prison uniform as well—he bought one, a prison uniform produced by the prison itself and costing no more than twenty cents, and it was sold for two dollars. One of them walked into the bathroom with a towel, and the opening of the faucet immediately raised the temperature in the bathroom with hot water, and also made the water mist filled, and it was almost impossible to see the appearance of the person in front of them.

A strong man was humming his body under the shower, his eyes squinting slightly, enjoying the creaking sound of his palms rubbing against his skin. Before he entered, he knew that his task was to kill Durin as much as possible, and no matter what method he used, as long as he did this, he would not only get a huge bounty for him, but also a certain degree of protection.

This is a good thing, someone is willing to shelter guys like them, which is equivalent to giving them a ladder to the upper class. Most gangsters would feel that the difference between them and Godol was that they were a man who was willing to reach out, and now that someone had reached out, he just had to take the chance.

He considered taking Durin's life in a more direct way, but he felt that it would be impossible for him to do so. Blatant murder in prison means that the sentence will be extended, and the exact length of time will be judged according to the mood of the warden.

Maybe it's a week, maybe it's seventy years!

Therefore, he felt that while there was still enough time, he should create some "accidents" as much as possible to make Durin's death relatively "simple".

No one is going to form an investigation team for a dead person, to investigate any possibility, this is not the capital, no one is so leisurely!

A little liquefied soap was deducted from the groove carved out of the stone wall, and it was smeared all over his body and face, and just as he closed his eyes and hummed a little song to clean up his personal problems, a figure pushed away the mist and appeared behind him.

It's all Buddhas.

His feet never left the ground, and he kept sliding forward, so that he would not make footsteps every time he lifted and landed. He turned and stood back to back with the strong man, then he clutched the towel tightly in his hand, took a deep breath, raised his arms as far back as he could, and when he felt his towel hook something, he bent forward sharply, and at the same time folded his arms in front of his chest.

The sudden change made the strong man struggle, his inner world was full of fear at this time, he didn't expect that it would be possible to expose his identity just by looking at his face. He wanted to scream, but his neck was so tightly choked that he couldn't shout out loud. He twisted his body in the hope of sliding off Dover's body, but the next second, he felt someone grab his arm and pull it down. A towel was covered on his face, and the water sprayed from the shower wet the towel covering his face, and the slightest possibility of breathing was cut off at this moment.

He struggled frantically, every minute and every second of his life was constantly passing, he was indeed strong, but he would never be able to lift a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with one hand. The sound of water crackling fell on his face, and as his struggles swayed to the ground, his struggle became less and less, and Du Buddha also breathed a sigh of relief.

After about two minutes, his body was completely relaxed, and he no longer struggled. The people around him left in an unhurried and orderly manner, leaving behind only a dead corpse and a towel over his face.

When the water vapor cleared, the guards in charge of cleaning the bathrooms simply glanced at the corpses on the ground and went about their work. Isn't it normal for someone to die "accidentally" in prison? He even thought about why this guy died - he must have stumbled and fallen into a coma, and then was covered alive by the towel that covered his face.

Lo and behold, what a reasonable inference?

It was a quiet night, so quiet that the police whistle never sounded once.

Durin slept soundly, but the few people lying in the other rooms were not so calm.

Dead people, dead are their accomplices, they have no idea that this operation has only just begun, and not long after the accident. Not only can they not question it, but they will have to pretend to be watching the excitement tomorrow morning.

What a damn one!

This fucking mission!