Jiang Qiao made this trip as if she were going on a trip. She hadn't had a proper visit to her uncle's workplace yet, especially since it was a prison, and it was rare for outsiders to have the opportunity to visit.
Last time she came, she didn't have a chance to take a good look at it. This time, she's determined to have a proper look.
The warden had already received a call from the police, and after hanging up, he was still somewhat shaken.
So when she saw Gu Zhengkai, she was incredibly enthusiastic. Even though she's usually quite serious, she couldn't help but show her emotions, grabbing Gu Zhengkai's hand and patting his shoulder hard.
"Old Gu, thank you so much this time!"
Gu Zhengkai was not complacent about the incident. He was more worried. "You're too kind. This is just my duty. It's good that nothing happened. Everyone can rest assured."
The warden, who was not at ease, knew best that if something went wrong this time, he would probably be taken away for investigation.
Gu Zhengkai was well aware of what his partner was thinking.
He quickly introduced the people he brought to the warden. The warden was very surprised. He did not expect that Gu Zhengkai's niece would come with people from the security department. Especially seeing how familiar the two of them were, he had a feeling that this pretty young girl was probably not simple.
"Welcome, welcome! We are much more at ease knowing you're here. Please help us check if there's a problem here too. If not, that's even better. If there is, we can find the problem as soon as possible and correct it. Come on, I'll take you to inspect it."
"Old Gu, go and arrange for people to unload the truck quickly—"
Jiang Qiao and her colleagues followed the warden around to look at the place, and then she suggested that they take a look at the prisoners.
"Look at them? What's so interesting about that?"
Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "I've never seen this before, so I came to broaden my horizons. When I get back, I can use this to educate my younger siblings and tell them not to be bad people, or they won't have freedom."
Her male colleague was quite a character; when Jiang Qiao said she wanted to watch, he just sat there and watched with her.
Jiang Qiao wanted to visit every cell in the prison, though he couldn't explain why; he just wanted to see them.
"Jiang Qiao, do you think there might be someone else hiding here?"
Jiang Qiao shook her head. "I need to see. People who can't be found outside might be hiding here. Let's try our luck."
When she reached the door of a cell, Jiang Qiao stopped. Although she had been checking before, it was clear that this time it would take longer to see the people.
There were four people locked in the cell. Jiang Qiao checked each of them, and then her gaze settled on an older man.
Although this person looked old, the person in Jiang Qiao's memory matched the unkempt man in front of her perfectly.
If she remembered correctly, in her previous life, she had received a passport, and it seemed that the man in front of her was the person in the passport.
"Warden, what's that man's name? What did he do wrong?"
Jiang Qiao's voice was very low, but everyone around her could hear it.
The warden followed Jiang Qiao's gaze and asked, "Him? Murder? What happened?"
Jiang Qiao pressed further, "Who did he kill?"
"It's said to be his neighbor. They had an argument, and he lost control and beat the man to death. I've seen his case file. Apparently, he tried to escape, but the neighbors caught him. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this person?"
Jiang Qiao glanced through the small window a few more times and asked casually, "What's this person's name?"
"Zuo Lingchen, what's wrong?"
Jiang Qiao did not answer the warden's question, but continued to press, "In all these years, has this person had any family visits or correspondence?"
"There are no family visits, but there are packages and letters going in and out. Jiang Qiao, what have you discovered?"
Jiang Qiao sighed, gave a wry smile, and said to her colleague, "I feel there's something suspicious about this person. I can't really explain why, but I guess it's just a gut feeling."
Let's go back and discuss it again—"
After inspecting all the cells, Jiang Qiao found nothing else. Then they went to the kitchen, where she instructed her colleagues to pay close attention while she watched quietly from the side.
Jiang Qiao didn't recognize any of the people in the kitchen, but whether there were bad guys among them was not something she could tell just by looking at them.
However, she wasn't idle. While her colleagues were seemingly strolling and chatting leisurely with the chefs, Jiang Qiao was observing from the side.
It was definitely time to cook, so Gu Zhengkai and the others hadn't changed everything they brought back; the oil used for the prisoners with special status, however, hadn't been changed.
Jiang Qiao originally wanted to test it out; if there were no problems, that would be great; if there were problems, they could be arrested together.
Moreover, her uncle had inquired about what would happen after the oil was heated, and Jiang Qiao's eyes were fixed on the person who made the small stove.
The oil was obviously off; she could smell the unusual odor. But this person stubbornly held back and silently put the food in the pan to cook. It would be strange if there was no problem. A chef with a poor sense of smell wouldn't be working in the kitchen.
Jiang Qiao gave her colleague a wink, and the colleague understood what she meant, walking over and asking, "Master, are you sick with a cold today?"
The man shook his head. "No—"
"Why does this oil smell a bit off? Is it spoiled? Is it safe to eat spoiled stuff? What if it gets an upset stomach?"
The chef continued to stir-fry the vegetables in the wok. "Oh, it's alright. Oil is such a precious thing, how can we waste it? It's just a little flavor, it's nothing."
Jiang Qiao walked over and asked, "Really? It really won't kill anyone?"
The chef glanced at Jiang Qiao, somewhat taken aback. "Ah, right, I've never heard of oil killing people. Besides, we can't waste it, waste is shameful."
Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "Master, why don't you try it and see how it tastes? If it's good, I'd like to have some too."
The chef was stunned. "Huh?"
He immediately realized, "Oh dear, this is special food for special prisoners. I can't just steal it, and none of you can."
Jiang Qiao's eyes turned cold. "I order you to eat—"
Jiang Qiao's attitude changed, and the man's hand suddenly trembled, but he quickly calmed down.
"Hey comrade, whose kid are you? What are you doing here? Go find your parents. You really can't just eat this stuff. If you eat less, even the prisoners won't get any."
"Hurry up and leave. This kitchen isn't a place just anyone can come in. If something happens, no one can explain it clearly, and don't blame our boss for scolding you later."
When Jiang Qiao and his companion arrived at the kitchen, the warden did not accompany them; it was Jiang Qiao and his companion who prevented them from doing so. Therefore, their arrival did not attract anyone's attention.
Jiang Qiao's colleague only said that he would be working in the kitchen tomorrow, and he came to check on things today.
Although the cooks had their doubts, they understood one thing: this was a place that ordinary people couldn't easily enter, even without the warden's accompaniment.
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