Cosma Empire

When she got out of the car, Dryle touched her ass, and he suspected that his ass had been split by the bumps. He has never seen a road with such poor road conditions. In addition to successive pits, there are large and small stones everywhere on the road. The police car may be strong, but the comfort may not be satisfactory enough. Is it necessary for the car to fly so that Dryle feels that he is taking a path to hell. When he looked at Orlando, Orlando was just laughed and didn’t say much.

They are taking a small road, the road is farther, more bumpy, and more difficult to walk. The purpose of this is to make Dryle feel uncomfortable. When people feel uncomfortable, the first thing they think of is their own home. Even if they break again, the meaning given by the family is totally different. Comfort, warmth, full of warmth seems to be the definition of people’s home. After a rough comparison, Dryle may have seen the three unspeakable guys, and immediately thought about leaving.

The warden is a fatty like Dryle’s imagination. He has a stomach, baldness, and the skin on his face is greasy and makes him feel sick. In particular, the nose hair in the nose of the warden can be clearly seen, and even one of them protrudes out of the nostrils, and his breathing and talking are awkward. Let Dryle have the urge to build a nose for him with a pair of scissors. He is an elegant person who likes to be clean and arty.

The warden is a very kind person, very polite to speak, not at all as unreasonable as Orlando described before, even in his office there is something like coffee. Dryle also thought that the warden had only alcohol in addition to alcoholism, so he had to apologize to the warden – in his heart.

The waiting time was long, and the governor told Orlando and Dryle that the three prisoners of Kod had not been escorted. Listening to the vulgar jokes between Orlando and the warden, Dryle feels that he is going crazy, how can these men be so shameless to joke with human organs? Don’t they have a little shame?

Just as Dryle couldn’t stand it, the hour hand of the wall clock pointed to twelve o’clock, and finally someone came to report the work. Kod had his friend doing the prison procedure. Dryle sighed in relief, he can finally fulfill his “program”.

Before he came, Durin told him that no matter who he saw anyone who might be Kod, he was definitely not Kod, because Kod was in his hands and had been intimately in contact with the soil. He had to bite the three people he saw and was impersonated and gave this news to Mrs. Vivian. For this reason, Rennes will pay him a thousand dollars, and promise not to beat him again in the next month.

Similarly, if he can’t, he will lose the benefit of a thousand dollars, and will also have a friendly and friendly interview with Durin every weekend in the coming month. Whether for the benefit of a thousand dollars or for not beating, Dryle decided that even if the three people he saw were the three people who robbed him of his money and beat him, he would lie and lie, not killing. Three people.

It was just that he ignored one point. Durin meant to let him tell Mrs. Vivian that the person he saw was not the one he wanted to find, rather than letting him say it here.

When he saw three guys who were difficult to stand up and supported each other and walked in front of him, he did not feel any excitement, only felt fear, shudder, from the cold of the depth of one’s soul! At this time, he realized that the characters he influenced about Mrs. Vivian’s words were definitely not just Gothor alone, and that the director of the regional police station in Orlando was even involved in the warden.

But he has to do this, even if he knows what consequences he will have.

“They are not the people who robbed me, absolutely not!”, when Dryle said this sentence, the voice was very cold, very “arrogant”, like a small flower in the cold wind.

After a glance at Orlando and the warden, Silence was silent for a while. Let them go and see, from the faces of the three guys, they can’t find anything similar to “human”. They can’t even say that they look like humans. How does this sissy distinguish the three? Not the three people he was looking for?

In the eyes of the warden, a fierce light flashed. As a king who exists independently in the prison, it can be said that as long as he enters the prison, life does not belong to himself, but belongs to him. If you want to kill Dryle, he doesn’t even have to say it. As long as he shows his eyes, the following people will let a prisoner break free of control, hold up Dryle, and finally fail to meet their requirements. After that, the choice of “death with the hostage”.

Orlando’s moment of intent immediately vetoed the idea of ​​the warden. Dryle was an inconspicuous flea, but behind the flea, there was always a lioness. They want to crush the fleas just by sticking their fingers and licking them, just as the lions stretch out their fingers and lick them. Killing Dryle is not a difficult thing, and Orlando has many ways to let Dryle die in a variety of “accidents.” But the problem is that the current Dryle came here with the attention of Mrs. Vivian, and Orlando had to take the primary responsibility if he had anything to do before he went back to see Mrs. Vivian.

He didn’t want to hurt himself because of the imprisonment of the warden, so he did not agree with this choice.

“Maybe you got it wrong.” Orlando took a cigarette and put it on his mouth, then subconsciously took the cigarette in his mouth and lifted it in his hand. It was a very polite and gentleman’s move. Ask for advice from Dryle. Dryle shrugged, when he took out a pack of cigarettes from his own handbag, Orlando scraped it. “You see, they are made like this. It is normal to admit the wrong person. You see the guy on the face.” Did you smash it?”, Orlando lit his own lighter and raised the chin for Dryle.

Dryle looked in the direction he was pointing. There was indeed a guy with three cockroaches on his cheek, but he knew that the three were not the three people he was looking for.

Seeing the silence of Dryle, Orlando turned his head and the two walked aside.

“What do you want from me?”

If you don’t realize that there is a problem, the police chief of Orlando is doing it!