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Chapter 93 The Female Doctor Sliding into the Abyss

Chapter 93 The Female Doctor Sliding into the Abyss (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
In the medical room, Sandy, as usual, provided psychological treatment to patients with psychological problems.

But today is very different from the past. The number of patients applying for psychological treatment has skyrocketed, and all of them come from prisons with heavy penalties.

Almost every patient kept muttering "Rorschach Butcher", their pupils filled with fear, and when they saw red objects, they screamed in terror as if they were suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.

As for the reason...

Perhaps the dozens of unrecognizable bodies in the morgue can provide the answer.

After treating more than a dozen patients in a row, Sandy rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

This is the first time she has been so busy since she was transferred to the prison.

Fortunately, the salary and benefits are pretty good, and with the savings she has accumulated over the years, she plans to go to New York in a while and open a psychotherapy center with a friend.

I just hope business isn't too bad.

Yet, somehow, the thought of possibly leaving Fox River Prison in the future brought Rorschach to mind.

Then came the other party's extremely rude behavior yesterday...

Sandy took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and then, holding her coffee cup, prepared to go outside to the playground to get some fresh air.

Although the corridor outside the medical room had been washed with clean water countless times, she still seemed to be able to smell a hint of blood, just like the taste that the man left in her mouth yesterday.

She absentmindedly smiled and greeted a colleague passing by. When she turned into the stairwell and was about to go downstairs, a hand suddenly stretched out from the utility room and pulled her in!
"Snapped--!"

The utility room door was tightly closed.

When Sandy came to her senses, she was pressed against the wall by a man in a space so small that it could only accommodate a few mops and buckets.

"Lo Rosha?!"

Sandy looked at him in shock, "How did you get here?!"

You should know that the prisoners' activity area and the staff area do not overlap at all. Even if a prisoner goes to the staff area to work, he will be strictly guarded by more than a dozen prison guards, and it is impossible for him to move freely.

Rorschach shrugged and smiled.

how come?

Naturally, it is the perception and calculation ability given by the stealth master.

While there are no blind spots in the perimeter surveillance, this is not the case with the surveillance inside the prison building.

In just a few minutes, he successfully disappeared from the eyes of more than a dozen prison guards, avoided one surveillance camera after another, and found the medical room.

"Are you surprised? I just want to see you so much." Rorschach stared at the other person's carefully made-up face and couldn't help licking his lips lightly.

Hearing this, Sandy's breathing quickened.

She put her hands in front of her, distanced herself from Rorschach, and said in a cold voice, "It's a serious crime to harass a doctor in prison. If you do it again, I'll have no choice but to tell the warden."

"Really? How much more severe can a sentence be than life imprisonment?" Rorschach scoffed. "Do you think I care about a few more decades of imprisonment?"

Sandy felt the other person's breath on her face as he spoke, and said angrily, "Even though you killed so many people, I always thought of you as a good person in my heart. But what do you want to do now? Force me?"

"Hahaha, that's a bit insulting to me, Dr. Sandy."

Rorschach smiled and twirled her golden-brown curls with his fingers, then whispered in her ear, "What I hate most is rushing things."

"You know, a perfect pickup plan, like seduction, requires prolonged attention, desire, and replaying the target in your mind."

"Approach slowly, pass by, slowly touch, observe the reaction..."

Rorschach's fingers slowly moved over her body... Sandy couldn't help but hold her breath, raised her head, and pressed her body tightly against the wall behind her.

"When everything is ready... when everything is in place..."

The next second, just as Rorschach was about to get close, Sandy seemed to suddenly wake up.

She raised her head and looked at Rorschach, and asked anxiously, "Do you really like me, or do you want to use me?"

Rorschach smiled and asked, "Do you want to continue asking questions, or do you want to come with me a few times in this two-square-meter utility room?"

"..."

After one hour.

When Sandy returned to the medical room with the help of the wall, she saw that there was no one inside. She quickly poured herself a glass of ice water to rinse her mouth.

But just when he was about to spit it out, Sarah suddenly walked in with some information.

Caught off guard, Sandy choked and swallowed all the mouthwash in her mouth.

"What's wrong with you?" Sarah asked curiously, looking at Sandy, who was sweating profusely and whose wet hair was stuck to her face and neck.

"Yeah... I just went for a run outside. It's okay... I just need to rest for a while."

Sandy made up a random excuse and then sat back down in her chair.

Sarah didn't seem to notice anything unusual and continued to look through the report.

Suddenly, Sandy asked her, "Have you reported the medical room's supplies this month?"

"Not yet. You know what happened yesterday. The riot smashed the medical room beyond recognition. I'll count them slowly when I have time." Sarah replied casually.

Sandy nodded and said nothing more.

After a while, Sarah left the room and she was alone.

The mature woman pursed her lips tightly, wondering what she was thinking. After struggling for a long time, she stood up and stood in front of the medicine cabinet.

Looking at the medicines that Rorschach specifically mentioned, Sandy's mind was filled with the scenes of her intimacy with Rorschach just now.

Feeling the uncontrollable urge in her heart, she sighed and opened the door of the medicine cabinet.

As a psychologist, at this moment, her inner defense mechanism began to collapse.

The id gradually overwhelms the ego...

at the same time.

A prison van drove slowly into Fox River Prison along the deserted road.

Layer upon layer of heavy explosion-proof doors opened one after another. In the guard booths, prison guards with rifles scanned every prisoner coldly.

Compared with the prison van that came last time, there were a lot more prisoners on board this time, and the entire van was full.

At the urging of the bailiffs, the shackled prisoners got out of the car one by one.

Three of the prisoners looked up at their surroundings, then exchanged a silent glance.
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at dusk.

After a busy day in the cafeteria, Michael couldn't wait to pick up a pen and start recording the time of steam emission in the cafeteria as soon as he returned to the cell.

Unlike the boiler room's scheduled steam emissions, the canteen's steam emissions are often random, so he must choose a foolproof time.

When Rorschach returned to the cell, Michael didn't even raise his head, silently calculating the different time differences in his mind.

Seeing how focused he was, Rorschach didn't disturb him. He walked straight to the sink and rinsed his fingers, which still had a strange smell.

Michael, whose nose was sharper than a dog's, seemed to have smelled something as well. He looked up at Rorschach in shock and said, "You...you haven't already..."

Rorschach wiped his fingers and replied casually: "Don't get too excited."

He deliberately raised his hand and sprinkled water droplets on Michael’s face: “A day later, I still need to do some preparations tomorrow.”

"one day?"

Michael raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure you can do it? That's over 30 years old."

"Is it difficult?" Rorschach wrinkled his nose and asked doubtfully, "I thought this was just the most basic physical fitness for a man. Don't tell me you can't do it?"

"cough……"

Michael coughed awkwardly and stopped talking.

However, the development of the matter was really smoother than he expected. Rorschach actually did as he said last night and took the female doctor away.
Is this the plot of some third-rate novel?
This is too ridiculous!
"How's things going in the cafeteria? Have you figured it out?" Rorschach asked.

"I'll check it carefully tomorrow and get a rough idea of ​​the steam emission time difference. It's not a big problem. It's just..."

Michael was halfway through his speech when he suddenly stopped talking.

Seeing this, Rorschach frowned and said, "Don't tell me there's been another accident."

He shook his head and explained, "No, it's that Italian gang boss named John. I always feel like there's something wrong with him. It's like he's been secretly observing me."

Rorschach replied nonchalantly, "Should we get rid of him in advance? He's just some gang scum."

"No, no!" Michael shook his head quickly. "I'll find a way to get rid of him. Just mind your own business."

Luo Xia couldn't help but glance at him when he heard this. Although this kid was smart, he was also decisive in his actions.

But as I said this morning, he always seems to have the innocence of an idealist, and his thoughts are filled with an inappropriate "saintly" spirit.

"Right, Rorschach."

Michael suddenly said, "Don't forget, I have to sneak through the tunnel to the solitary confinement room first. My brother is imprisoned there, and I have to take him with me."

Rorschach nodded without saying anything.

Michael rambled on again, "I think you've guessed who he is. He's Lincoln, the unlucky guy who was falsely accused of killing Vice President Joe's eldest son six months ago."

Rorschach looked up at him and chuckled, "Pretty impressive! He can even take down the Vice President's son."

"No! He was framed!" Michael explained anxiously, "My brother is just a street thug. His skills are nowhere near yours. How could he have killed the Vice President's son, who was under Secret Service protection? This is clearly a political frame-up!"

Rorschach waved his hand. "He sounds like a fool, but I have no problem with him. But I must warn you, Michael."

He stared into the boy's azure eyes and spoke word by word, "If he can affect our actions, even if he is your own brother, I will not hesitate to break his neck."

"So, you'd better tell him to put away his street thug ways and act as honest as possible when he sees me."

Michael shrank back subconsciously, his Adam's apple rolling as he nodded: "Understood!"

"Relax, at least we're getting along pretty well now, right?"

Rorschach smiled at him, then stretched his waist and slowly walked out of the cell.

The cell door would be closed in ten minutes, and most of the prisoners took advantage of this last moment of freedom to chat and joke in the corridors and the open space on the first floor.

No one noticed that several new prisoners were disappearing into the shadows.

When the orange figure appeared in the corridor on the fourth floor, their eyes suddenly became stern.

"Target—locked."

(End of this chapter)

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