Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

The next day, An Xiaohai applied to make a phone call, and at 8 p.m., An Xiaohai appeared in the duty room on time.

The phone rang only once before Pan Zhuangzhuang answered. After a brief chat, An Xiaohai rattled off a long string of numbers, and only hung up when there were just a few seconds left on the call.

"What did you mean by the numbers you just gave?" the on-duty police officer asked warily.

"It's a lottery number."

"Lottery numbers?" The police officer on duty felt there was something wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He frowned and thought for a long time before waving his hand to send An Xiaohai away.

The largest digit in the lottery number is only in the thirties, which is definitely not enough to cover the information An Xiaohai wants to convey. Therefore, a special arrangement method must be used to solve this problem, which greatly increases the number of digits.

The large number of numbers wasn't the root of the problem for the officer on duty. What really bothered him was that An Xiaohai recited those 100-plus numbers almost without any pause.

It's very difficult for ordinary people to do this.

An Xiaohua realized the problem halfway through writing it down; it seems she'll have to pretend to write it down on a small piece of paper next time.

After returning to his ward, An Xiaohai wrote a report requesting to return to the cell two days later.

With less than 20 days left, we must leave here to make some preparations so that the plan can proceed.

Another day passed, and it was early morning again when Wang Tiejun appeared in the infirmary and woke up the sleeping An Xiaohai.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you here again? What do you mean by asking me to get the prison's duty roster for this period of time?" Wang Tiejun asked three questions in a row as soon as he sat down.

"To save my life," An Xiaohai replied after adjusting himself into a comfortable position on the hospital bed.

"Save your life? Explain yourself clearly!"

An Xiaohai smiled slightly and carefully recounted the attack he had suffered a few days ago to Wang Tiejun. After listening, Wang Tiejun frowned, covered his mouth, and pondered for a long time before looking at An Xiaohai again.

"This is definitely not normal. I need to find a way to investigate those two policemen!"

"No, please don't!" An Xiaohai quickly waved his hands.

"Let's not even talk about whether you can find anything out. As soon as you investigate them, our relationship will definitely be exposed, and I'll be in a much worse situation than I am now!"

Wang Tiejun was speechless.

An Xiaohai is right. Any prisoner who gets involved with Wang Tiejun will definitely not have a good ending. Moreover, he is just the captain of the anti-drug squad and has no right to investigate corruption within the prison.

"What does this have to do with you wanting a prison schedule?"

"Of course it's relevant. First, I want to find out who those two policemen were that day. Second, I need to know their shift schedule. If I can't afford to mess with them, I'll just avoid them, okay?"

An Xiaohai said with his head down.

An Xiaohai knew that these reasons were far-fetched, and Wang Tiejun might not necessarily help him. He was just trying his luck, and if it didn't work, he would think of other ways.

Wang Tiejun stared at An Xiaohai for a long time before biting his lip, taking a folder out of his bag, and throwing it in front of An Xiaohai.

"See? You can only look, I can't give it to you!"

"Of course I can't have it, thank you Captain Wang!"

An Xiaohai quickly picked up the folder and began to look through it. After carefully reviewing the shift schedule for the day he was attacked, An Xiaohai focused his attention on the shift schedule for the next 20 days.

Wang Tiejun remained silent, staring intently at An Xiaohai. He was becoming increasingly unable to understand this young man.

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At the same time, in a private room at Paradise on Earth nightclub

Yang Yuanbing was pouring wine for a man in his forties, his expression and movements showing great humility, even subservience.

"Director Han, this is a fine wine my classmate brought back from a winery abroad. Please try it!"

The middle-aged man opposite Yang Yuanbing was Han Jianyong, the deputy director of the Shenhai City Prison Administration Bureau. He was also one of the key figures Yang Yuanbing was currently trying to curry favor with. It was at Han's behest that An Xiaohai and Liu Jun were arranged together.

Han Jianyong picked up the wine glass, swirled it, brought it close to his nose to smell it, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Great! Director Han has a great capacity for alcohol! I'll toast Director Han again!" Yang Yuanbing quickly poured another glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

"Foreigners' wine is just so-so, it can't compare to Xinghua Village wine from our hometown!" Han Jianyong said, clicking his tongue.

"That's right, that's right. But most people don't have Director Han's capacity for alcohol, so they can only drink this low-alcohol foreign liquor. I'll be going to Xishan on a business trip next month, and I'll definitely get you a few cases of authentic Xinghuacun liquor then."

"Hehe, that would be great! Come over to my place sometime, and we'll have a good drink together!"

"I couldn't be happier!" Yang Yuanbing said with a broad smile.

"Xiao Yang, what exactly happened with Liu Jun? Such a big incident happened in your prison, and you've been investigating for so long, have you got any results yet?"

"This..." Yang Yuanbing took a deep breath. He knew that Han Jianyong was not asking about Liu Jun, but about An Xiaohai.

"This is quite strange. We've interrogated them repeatedly, but we still can't figure out who did it."

"What did Liu Jun himself say? He doesn't know either?"

"He really didn't know; the killer had covered his head with a blanket before stabbing him, so he didn't see who did it."

Liu Jun's left kidney had already died. He underwent surgery to remove it a few days ago, and he is still not out of danger. His life is probably ruined.

Yang Yuanbing spoke in such detail simply to show that Liu Jun wouldn't lie.

"Are there any suspects?"

"The prime suspect is Wu Guanhai."

"Why him?" Han Jianyong frowned.

Han Jianyong was cautious by nature. Yang Yuanbing was only responsible for arranging the cells. The actual work was done by other people. Han Jianyong knew very well that Wu Guanhai was the one in charge of the actual execution.

Yang Yuanbing was unaware of this; only Han Jianyong knew the truth.

"I don't know," Yang Yuanbing shook his head. "When we asked Liu Jun who he was most likely to have done it, he suspected Wu Guanhai the most."

"Oh, I see... Couldn't it be someone else? Why couldn't it be An Xiaohai?"

"That's unlikely. The forensic doctor has confirmed that the person who attacked Liu Jun used their right hand. An Xiaohai's right hand was broken at the time, so he was powerless to do it even if he wanted to. Besides, he had no idea that there was a toothbrush hidden under Liu Jun's bed."

"Couldn't he have committed the crime first and then broken his own arm?"

"This... is unlikely..." Yang Yuanbing said, somewhat embarrassed.

Director Han's actions suggest he has a deep-seated grudge against An Xiaohai.

"How is that impossible? You can't be fooled by his appearance! Fighting, causing injury and death—is this the behavior of an ordinary college student? We can't let our guard down. Don't make the mistake of relying on past experience; we must investigate thoroughly!"

"Yes, yes, we will definitely investigate thoroughly."

"Hmm, that's good. An Xiaohai has been transferred to the first prison ward; he seems to be behaving well, right?"

"He is indeed quite honest, but he has recently run into some trouble."

"When he went to collect the supplies his family brought, he got into a fight with someone in the corridor. His arm was pierced and he was seriously injured!" Yang Yuanbing said while observing Han Jianyong's complexion.

Yang Yuanbing didn't say it very clearly, but he knew that Han Jianyong would definitely understand what he meant.

Han Jianyong was promoted from the First Prison and was very familiar with the situation inside the prison. Yang Yuanbing's words were telling him that someone was trying to deal with An Xiaohai and almost killed him.

"Is that so?!"

Han Jianyong was clearly surprised, and Yang Yuanbing was also somewhat surprised. Could it be that this wasn't something you, sir, ordered to be done?

Han Jianyong lit a cigarette, took several puffs, and then continued, "That's incredibly careless. What's wrong with your prison? How could inmates get into a fight in the corridor! Why wasn't this reported?"

"It hasn't been submitted yet, but it should be reported by the end of the month. Director Han, I went to the Municipal Party Committee for a meeting and training the other day, and it seems that the Municipal Party Committee is quite concerned about An Xiaohai."

"Oh?" Han Jianyong glanced at Yang Yuanbing and said nothing more.

"Director Han, we're here to relax, so let's not keep talking about work. I heard that some nice young ladies have recently joined us. How about we invite them in to have a few drinks with you? I heard there are even one or two college students among them."

"Really?" Han Jianyong's eyes lit up. "Then we have to see it for ourselves! Let's call him in."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Yang Yuanbing immediately stood up, opened the door, and whispered a few words to the waiter at the entrance. A moment later, a group of scantily clad young women filed in…