People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Ding Ze maintained his smile and didn't move, as if to say, "I'm waiting for you to come over."

Abruzzi understood and stepped toward Ding Ze.

-

"Have you found anything about me?" Ding Ze asked with a smile as Abruchi walked up to him.

To be honest, he was genuinely curious about the answer to that question.

Abruzzi didn't show much surprise, shaking his head. "You're strange; we can't find much."

"Let's talk as we walk, shall we?" Ding Ze suggested, not wanting the prisoners to hear too much, as there were still quite a few prisoners nearby.

Abruzzi had no objection.

The two started walking around.

“John, I mean, what did you find out?” Ding Ze asked again. “I had amnesia before, and I’ve forgotten most of my past. Can you tell me what you found out?”

Abruzzi: "??????"

Upon hearing this, Abruzzi's first reaction was that Ding Ze was playing a trick on him.

But then I thought, what's the point of playing tricks on him in this kind of thing?

Abruzzi laughed, "Mr. Ding, you always manage to surprise people."

“This should be a good thing,” Ding Ze replied.

Abruzzi made no comment, but simply recounted the limited information he had just obtained.

Ding Ze was somewhat taken aback after hearing this.

Good guy.

orphan.

gangster.

They really took down five people.

The background and identity details were arranged quite meticulously.

“It seems you can’t threaten me with anything now,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

Since Ding Ze was so frank, Abruzzi didn't hide anything either: "Everyone has things they care about, and I don't believe you'll be an exception."

Ding Ze grinned. "Then good luck and keep up the good work. But please remember, make sure you have what I need ready before I leave."

Abruzzi did not reply.

Ding Ze didn't say anything more, lifted his foot and left. After a few steps, he remembered, "By the way, John, I have nothing to do with my roommate, don't overthink it."

Abruzzi seemed thoughtful.

********

Not long after Ding Ze left.

Michael found Abruzzi and asked, somewhat puzzled, "My roommate is looking for you. Is there something wrong?"

Abruzzi smiled faintly, "It's none of your business."

Michael raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and then didn't press the matter. "In that case, let's get down to business. Me, my roommate, and Lincoln-Bruce—the three of us—all need to join PI. I think you can arrange that."

“Lincoln Bruce?” Abruzzi asked, puzzled. “Why is he included?”

"Nothing to do with you."

“Heh,” Abruzzi sneered, “newbie, I can arrange for all three of you to join PI, but listen carefully: if you don’t hand over Fibonacci to me later, I will not only kill you, but I will also kill everyone you care about! Understand?”

“Understood,” Michael replied without changing his expression. “Once we have successfully reached the outside of these walls, I will hand over Fibonacci to you.”

"For the sake of your life, I hope so!"

Abruzzi left after uttering those harsh words, heading straight to find Berwick.

Michael didn't move, standing still, turning his head to look at Ding Ze, who was sitting on the grass in the corner in a daze, and his brows furrowed little by little.

His intuition told him that something was very wrong with Ding Ze.

But for the moment, he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly was wrong.

This feeling made him feel uneasy.

Driven by unease, he had, to some extent, regarded Ding Ze as an uncertain factor.

'Let's test it out once...'

'If this doesn't work, I need to find a new roommate immediately!'

Michael's gaze fell on Ding Ze, and he muttered to himself silently. Then, he shifted his gaze to Sucre on the other side.

He hasn't been idle these past two days; he's been observing and listening.

He knew a little about Sucre's situation.

In his view, Sucre, who was only brought in because of a robbery and had a strong attachment to the outside world, was a more suitable roommate than Ding Ze, a murderer.

Chapter 13: Surprised or not? Unexpected?

Abruzzi moved very quickly.

In the afternoon, Ding Ze joined the PI and was asked to work in a small house next to the playground.

Michael and Lincoln are the same.

The two brothers were working not far apart, chatting quietly as they went.

Abruzzi stood to the side, glancing at the Ding Ze and Michael brothers from time to time.

"Boss, why did you let those three join?" one of Quinn's men asked Abruzzi, puzzled.

Abruzzi narrowed his eyes slightly. "Be closer to your friends, and even closer to your enemies."

His subordinates weren't quite quick-witted; they seemed lost in thought and remained silent.

At this time.

Michael glanced at Abruzzi discreetly, then whispered to Lincoln, "So far, the plan is going smoothly. Next, there's a very crucial issue that needs to be resolved. Once that's settled, we can officially begin work."

Lincoln asked, "What is it?"

“My roommate. I won’t know who my roommate is until I come in,” Michael replied. “If we want to leave, I have to get my roommate with me, otherwise I can’t do anything in the prison.”

"So, what's the problem? The kid doesn't want to leave?" Lincoln asked.

Michael shook his head. "I've been here for a few days, and I still don't understand him. I haven't asked him yet... That guy is strange. I have a bad feeling about him."

Lincoln glanced at Ding Ze, who was now transformed into a painter, scrubbing away. "What do you mean?"

“It’s hard to say. He gives me the feeling that he has no attachment to the outside world and doesn’t care about staying here…” Michael said with a headache. “He always greets people with a smile, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking. It’s hard to tell how much of what he says is true and how much is false… I even think that he is more terrifying than the people of Abruzzi.”

Lincoln paused for a moment, then asked, "What should we do?"

Michael frowned slightly. "We don't have much time. I'm going to give him a try. If it doesn't work out, I'll think of a way to find a different roommate."

"Is it possible?"

"It's man-made."

The two brothers stopped talking about Ding Ze here.

Ding Ze naturally noticed the conversation between the two brothers, Michael and Michael, and roughly guessed that they were discussing him.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Because he already had a solution for this.

Tonight then.

'Comrade Michael, it's time for you to experience the taste of surprise.'

Silently, Ding Ze continued to concentrate on painting the wall.

He couldn't explain why, but he just felt that doing this kind of work, as he continued, inexplicably, made him feel very calm.

This made him feel quite comfortable.

In a blink of an eye.

evening.

The cafeteria reopened at noon today.

At lunchtime, many prisoners either chose not to eat or ate with great anxiety.

As a result, no one was poisoned.

Therefore, when it came to dinner, most of the prisoners were much more at ease, except for a few who were extremely afraid of death and still felt some fear.

After eating and showering, we returned to cell block A. We then had about an hour of free time, before which there would be a roll call.

Ding Ze stood in front of the bars outside the prison gate and carefully looked at the first floor.

Bagwell and his group of white men were gathered together, their eyes fixed sharply on Franklin and his group of black men diagonally across from them.