The door was gently closed, but the last sound in John''s heart was like a burst of thunder, making him dizzy for a moment.


    He hurriedly sat back in his chair, leaned over the table, lowered his head and gasped. Saliva dripped down the edge of his teeth, and he suddenly felt that he couldn''t control his body. This feeling came and went quickly. When he looked up again, he was frightened to find that he was lying in the medical room of the prison.


    The nasal cavity was full of the strange smell of alcohol. Some nurses walked around to check the physical condition of the prisoners in the hospital bed.


    Prison can never be as "peaceful" as people think. It is the epitome of a society. In the eyes of the warden and prison guards, these prisoners are just prisoners. But in the group of prisoners, there is a complete social form.


    There are politics and politicians, in which those gangs are like parties, and their leaders are naturally leaders. They will sit together to discuss how to make the prison society better, let everyone love here from the bottom of their hearts, regard it as their own home, and even formulate some rules that everyone must abide by.


    There are capitalists, those who have the means to get things from the outside. They will break up cigarettes and sell a lot of money by root or even by mouth. One night''s rent for a dressed female poster is enough for them to find a skilled girl to play outside for three nights.


    There are the middle class, the bottom of society, and "law enforcers" who maintain internal order... This is a miniature society. What can be seen outside can be seen inside.


    Where there are people, there will be conflicts. The conflicts inside are more bloody, violent and simple than those outside. These injured people may be losers or tragic winners in a conflict.


    John moved his fingers, tilted his head and asked the guy in the next bed about today''s date. The other party replied impatiently. John realized that it was two days later. This time he was unconscious for two days, which made him feel a kind of fear, as if his body was gradually out of control, and God was slowly extending his arms to him.


    He shook his body and forced himself to sit up. Immediately, a nurse came over.


    Without waiting for the nurse to say anything, he said, "I want to see Maggs. I''ll plead guilty, but I have to see Maggs. It''s conditional."


    The little nurse dare not delay this important information. People who read the newspaper these days know what happened. They work in prison and are still the Empire. It doesn''t matter what the truth is. People who can know the truth of this matter have been frightened by Du Lin''s wrist. People who don''t know the truth are still living their happy and happy life.


    Some people are not necessarily happy.


    On Thursday, the same day, Arthur wore dark clothes and sat in the first position on the left of the first row of the church. He wore sunglasses and looked at the priest without expression, presiding over his brother''s funeral. Mark lay quietly in the crystal coffin. Dressed by the makeup artist, he looked like he was asleep. His face was very ruddy. Listening to the priest''s boring prayer, Arthur''s mouth twitched, not because he didn''t like these eulogies, but because he remembered the fact that he was about to take over the power of the family.


    He controlled his smile, which was obviously a very excessive move at this time.


    He only needs to arrange two people to go in and "find" that Mr. John hanged himself or committed suicide for some other reason, then everything belongs to him, this family, these industries, and decades of accumulation.


    He glanced at Nasha sitting across the aisle. A fierce look flashed in his eyes behind his sunglasses. He not only asked people to kill his brother, but also his father. Arthur''s mind and character had changed greatly in a very short time. If this change had happened earlier, it might not have ended today.


    He was calculating when to let Nasha disappear, so that no one in the family could interfere with him anymore.


    At this time, the door of the church opened with a bang of Peng, and the loud and clear tap made people turn their heads and look at these uninvited guests involuntarily. They disturbed the sacred funeral.


    All the people who came were wearing black windbreaker, domed felt hat, and some were wearing sunglasses. The way they walk makes them look bad.


    But the fact is always pumping people''s cheeks, then putting "experience" into people''s mouths and forcing people to swallow it.


    The first guy stood next to Arthur and took out his bureau of investigation certificate with his shield. "I''m senior agent Tom of the imperial police investigation bureau. Please come with us. There are some things you need to explain." Jerry showed Arthur a wholesale arrest warrant from the court.


    Arthur tried his best to maintain his calm, but his beating Apple muscle had betrayed his flustered heart, "I don''t know what happened. I want to see my lawyer. I will talk to him only when the lawyer is present..."


    Tom didn''t talk so much nonsense to him. He punched him in the stomach. After Arthur curled up into a shrimp in the crowd''s scream, Jerry immediately put handcuffs on him.


    "This is an arrest warrant, not a subpoena. You have no choice, Mr. Arthur." Tom took off his sunglasses and showed his blue eyes, which seemed to pierce Arthur''s heart like a knife. "As for you want to find a lawyer, we''ll let you contact the lawyer when you arrive at the Bureau of investigation!" he grabbed Arthur''s collar and slipped him away, Then push and shove towards the door.


    Arthur''s legs and stomach are shaking. If he had been the same before, he would have jumped up and gone crazy, but he has done so many bad things that he can''t do his previous recklessness.


    There was a little... No, a thunder did not interrupt the funeral. When Mr. Mark''s crystal coffin was gently placed in the grave and filled with earth, Nasha walked towards the gate of the cemetery with tears.


    John is in prison, Marx is gone, and she has no relatives.


    She was at a loss. She didn''t know what to do and how to do it. Just as she was about to leave in the car, a blonde woman came over.


    "I''m senior agent Lilith of the imperial police investigation bureau. There''s a case that needs your cooperation. It may be related to the cause of your father''s death. We found the murderer!"


    When she finished the last word, the anger and violent flame that Natha had never felt rose from her feet and ignited the whole body. The flame seemed to come from hell. She clenched her crown and squeezed out a word.


    "Good!"