This was definitely an accident. In addition to the ball flying in the sky, there were seven or eight strong men with strong upper bodies and sweat all over. Some of them stared at the spinning ball in the air, while one or two of them quietly focused on Turing.


    In the face of these people, Dooling chose to step aside laterally. His eyes were tightly locked on these people, trying to distinguish whether someone was making his mind. He doesn''t believe it was an accident. It''s nothing new to get injured or even die in the handball game. Maybe the other party wants to use this way to create the illusion of his accidental death.


    So he chose to get out of the way and would not pick up the ball. A group of people ran past him. It seemed that everyone was chasing the ball, but Doolin still found that one of them had a very short hesitation and pause in the process of running and chasing. It was this seemingly hesitant step that made Dooling find him. He looked at the guy and a group of people quietly, and then ran back to the middle of the playground. He raised his chin to everyone, and then turned and left.


    Durin was not afraid that these people came to assassinate him and put them into action. He was afraid that these people didn''t do anything all day, so that he couldn''t do something wholeheartedly.


    The dinner whistle rang very punctually. The ventilation time of one hour before dinner every day is enough to reflect humanized management. It is said that some prisons only have one or two ventilation times every week or every month, and it is very short. It can be seen that the warden is actually a good man.


    After dinner, there are 30 minutes of free time. Generally, most people choose to rest and stay quiet. In the last ten minutes, the prison guard will arrange for everyone in need to take a bath. Generally speaking, not many people need to take a bath in winter. After all, the weather is very cold, but some muscular pimples obviously don''t think so. They are willing to sweat themselves through intense activities. Just like in summer, ten minutes of shower every day is also their daily activity.


    After watching the strong men take off and enter the bathroom, Du Lin stood up and took off his prison clothes - he bought one, a prison clothes produced by the prison himself, with a cost of no more than 20 cents, and clinched a deal at the price of two yuan. They walked into the bathroom with a towel. The opening of each faucet immediately raised the temperature in the bathroom and filled the water mist. They could hardly see the appearance of their predecessors.


    A strong man was humming a tune and rubbing his body under the flower shower. He narrowed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the creak of his palm rubbing his skin. Before he came in, he knew his task, that is to kill Turin as much as possible. No matter what method he used, as long as he did this, he could not only get a huge reward for him, but also get a certain degree of shelter.


    This is a good thing. Someone willing to protect guys like them gives them a ladder to the upper class. Most gang members feel that the difference between themselves and gordol is a person who is willing to stretch out his hand. Now someone has stretched out his hand. He just needs to seize the opportunity.


    He considered taking away Turin''s life in a more direct way, but he felt that it was hard for him to do so. Blatant murder in prison means that the sentence will be extended, and the specific time will be judged according to the mood of the warden.


    Maybe a week, maybe 70 years!


    So he felt that in the case of sufficient time, he should create some "accidents" as much as possible to make Dooling''s death relatively "simple".


    No one will form an investigation team to investigate any possibility for a dead man. This is not the capital. No one is so leisurely!


    A little liquefied soap was buckled in the groove chiseled from the slate wall and applied to his whole body and face. Just as he closed his eyes and hummed a tune to clean up his personal problems, a figure pushed away the water mist and appeared behind him.


    It''s dufo.


    His feet didn''t leave the ground. He kept sliding forward, so that he wouldn''t make footsteps every time he raised and fell. He turned around and stood back-to-back with the strong man. Then he tightly grasped the towel twisted into a rope in his hand, took a deep breath, raised his arms as far back as possible. When he felt that his towel caught something, he bent forward and put his arms in front of his chest.


    The sudden changes made the strong man struggle. At this time, his inner world was full of fear. He didn''t expect that just a face-to-face face might expose his identity. He wanted to shout, but his tightly strangled neck made him unable to shout out loudly. He kept twisting his body, hoping to slide down from dufo, but the next second, he felt that someone had stuck his arm and pulled it down. His face was covered with a towel. The water sprayed from the shower wetted the towel covered on his face. There was a little possibility of breathing, and it was cut off at this moment.


    He struggled frantically, and every minute of his life was passing. He was really strong, but he could never lift a 14-year-old boy with one hand. The sound of water crackled on his face. With his struggle on the ground, his struggle became smaller and smaller, and dufo was relieved.


    After about two minutes, his body was completely relaxed and there was no more struggle. The people around him left calmly and orderly, leaving only a dead body and a towel covering his face.


    When the steam dissipated, the prison guard in charge of cleaning the bathroom just glanced at the body on the ground and continued his work. Isn''t it normal for someone to die "accidentally" in prison? He even thought about why this guy died - he must have slipped and fell into a coma, and then was covered with a towel on his face.


    Look, what a reasonable inference?


    It was a quiet night, so quiet that the police whistle didn''t ring once.


    Du Lin slept soundly, but several people lying in other rooms were not so calm.


    The dead were their accomplices. They had no idea that the operation had just begun. Not long after, there was an accident. Not only can they not question, but they will pretend to be a spectator tomorrow morning.


    Damn it!


    This fucking mission!