The more closed an ecological environment is, the harder it is to hide secrets, especially in a high-pressure, enclosed environment like a prison.
Secrets seem to grow wings of their own, constantly circling and flying within the high walls lined with electric nets, over and over, until the echo of their flapping wings can penetrate every corner and reach the ears of every living being.
The meeting was held in the afternoon, and by dinner time, the entire prison was filled with whispering discussions, from the guards to the prisoners; even the deaf and mute were gesturing to discuss it.
In short, the [last place elimination system] took the top spot on today's hot search list in the Second Prison, with the suffix [explosive].
Listening to Wang Cong's machine-gun chatter in his ear while he patrolled the cells, it seemed like he had been awakened by this bombshell, as if his drowsiness from days of all-nighters had been dispelled, and he couldn't stop talking.
