The mouse cocked its head and happily ate all the at, saying, "Squeak squeak squeak—"
Huang ngren just watched it eat, then sohow produced a wad of toilet paper from sowhere, grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it into the water cup, mixing it into mud.
He dipped his finger in it and started scribbling on the tissues, then finally handed them to the mouse.
"Squeak squeak squeak..." Huang ngren seed to be communicating with the mouse, and everything coming out of his mouth sounded like important information.
The mouse looked confused: "Squeak?"
"Squeak squeak squeak!" Huang ngren nodded, and smoothly moved the tissues to the mouse’s mouth.
The mouse looked a bit disgusted, but there was no way around it; it had to bite down on the tissue in one go, then, without another word, lifted its paws and ran out.
Seeing the mouse leave, Huang ngren let out a long breath of relief, feeling the whole person settle down.
...
Gu Tong saw this scene and couldn’t help laughing. "If our Ah Tu had this skill, that’d be great." This was obviously said to Li Yan.
Li Yan raised his brows, thinking of that Ah Tu at ho who only knew how to eat beef jerky, and said flatly, "Just fatten Ah Tu up and stew it. Work that requires brains isn’t suitable for it."
Gu Tong: "..."
A certain vice class rep: "..."
The Devil King really was sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Back then it was clearly he who picked Ah Tu up, and it was also he who told Gu Tong to treat Ah Tu’s injuries.
But in the end it actually turned into "fatten it up and stew it"...
Gu Tong pressed her index finger to her chin, musing, "I feel like Ah Tu can still be saved. Next ti we go back to the East District, I’m definitely going to give it proper training and turn it into a Divine Baldy. Maybe it can also beco a ssage-carrying rat."
"Stuff like that is fine to just think about." Li Yan rcilessly shot her down.
Gu Tong: "..."
A certain vice class rep: "..."
This conversation was going nowhere. It just got talked to death.
At this mont Qiao Chenyi wasn’t joining their small talk; instead, he started adjusting the monitors, shifting the surveillance point over to Silver Fang’s location.
Every Prison block in the Academy had so-called surveillance points set up, all to monitor these prisoners’ every move.
Right now Silver Fang was still lying on the bed resting, one leg cocked like so big shot. He’d gotten used to this state these days. No matter who asked him what, he ignored them all, not saying a word.
Playing dumb, acting confused, putting on a show—any tactic he could use, he’d used it all.
In the end there was nothing they could do, so they could only toss him here for now and stop interrogating.
Silver Fang knew very well that the things he’d done over the years were monstrous cris, his hands soaked in blood. Any one of them dragged out into the open would be enough to cost him his head.
Precisely because of this, Silver Fang swore to keep his mouth shut, afraid that the more he spoke, the more would slip, and the more problems would be discovered.
To be honest, at his point, he’d already thought it through about a lot of things. Whether he talked or not, the ending would be the sa. There was no need to open his mouth and drag more people down with him.
Most importantly, his older brother was involved in all this.
Thinking of this, Silver Fang couldn’t help sighing, feeling a bit tired.
"Squeak squeak..."
From the crack in the Prison wall, a little mouse poked out its head and squeezed through the small hole.
Hearing the mouse’s sound, Silver Fang practically jolted upright in one motion, muttering, "Huang ngren!"
Silver Fang was well aware of Huang ngren’s skill at handling mice.
These days they’d all been relying on mice to send ssages to each other.
But, if he rembered right, a few days ago Silver Fang had already left word: if there wasn’t anything important, they were not to use this thod of communication, in case it got exposed.
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