Restricted Area - Chapter 10

The professional report issued by the psychologist was fed back to the prison in the afternoon of the next day. By this time, Zheng Mingyi had been confined for 24 hours and was released from the confinement room.

Luo Hai still believes that the report underestimated Zheng Mingyi’s degree of danger, but he knew that his own ideas were not important when professional people did professional things, so at most he came to the library to chat with Jiang Chijing.

Seeing that the prisoner who was out of air was about to arrive, Luo Hai did not stay any longer and returned to the infirmary opposite.

Jiang Chijing picked up the newly sent weekly report, and boringly turned to the fun section, and found that the puzzle in this week’s section was Sudoku.

Sudoku is a small game that assesses mathematics and logic. You need to fill in the remaining numbers in the nine squares to ensure that the numbers in each row, column, and thick-lined grid contain 1-9 and cannot be repeated.

Jiang Chijing had done a lot of solo before, but today this one is obviously too difficult. When it is halfway through, the elimination method can no longer be used. You must try all the possibilities one by one.

Originally the lunch break was not suitable for excessive brain use. Jiang Chijing simply put the newspaper aside and picked up the A4 report that Luo Hai did not take away.

The report states that Zheng Mingyi is an ISTJ (Introverted, Realistic, Thinking, and Judgment) personality, and his overall tendency is as high as 90%. He is rational, calm, without the characteristics of irritability and irritability, is not offensive, and does not have violent tendencies, but he does not rule out that he will be extremely aggressive when he is threatened.

The results of this report will not have any impact on Zheng Mingyi’s treatment in prison. He will still be assigned to No. 2 or No. 1 prison building according to his performance after the end of the adaptation period.

Judging from his current performance, he did not take the initiative to pick up and cause trouble, and he was more cooperative in the management of the prison guards. If no accidents occur, he should be assigned to cell building No. 2.

Thinking of this, someone suddenly passed a book in front of Jiang Chijing.

Some prisoners would borrow the book back to the cell to read it, and then take it back during the release time after reading it.

Jiang Chijing took the book as usual and found that the title was “Strawberry Planting Techniques”. If he remembers correctly, this book should have not been lent out by prisoners.

He subconsciously raised his head and took a look, and he met Zheng Mingyi’s eyes.

“You want to borrow a book?” Jiang Chijing raised an eyebrow in surprise, “I thought you could not read a book.”

People with dyslexia need to read books. What is this not self-abuse?

“Don’t borrow.” Zheng Mingyi said, “I’ll watch it right here.”

“Just here, you don’t need to report to me.”

“But I need you to read it to me.”

The air in the office area fell silent for an instant, and Zheng Mingyi’s tone was so natural that Jiang Chijing wondered for a moment whether he had missed any details that prevented him from understanding Zheng Mingyi’s logic.

“What did you say?”

Jiang Chijing kept asking politely, but the expression on his face already expressed his inner thoughts: excuseme?

“I need you to read it to me.” Zheng Mingyi repeated it again. “Outside the prison, I can use my mobile phone to listen to books, but not here.”

Jiang Chijing patiently said, “So this is a prison, not a place where you want to go.”

“Isn’t the prison advocating learning and reforming?” Zheng Mingyi looked at Jiang Chijing motionlessly, “I want to learn strawberry planting techniques now. I think the prison should provide me with support.”

The truth is this truth, any prison, it is hoped that prisoners will actively reform themselves.

But the problem is that Jiang Chijing doesn’t want to make trouble for herself.

“You can apply to the warden. If he agrees to your request, then I can read it to you.”

Jiang Chijing understands the warden’s temperament. This middle-aged man who is about to retire believes in a code of conduct that is worse than less. He is very good at playing with the mud. As long as he has no alternative, he will choose to keep it as it is instead of doing it. Change.

If he agrees to give Zheng Mingyi special treatment, it may cause a lot of trouble. For example, other prisoners also find reasons to ask for special treatment, or the prisoner who is unhappy Zheng Mingyi protests this.

In short, no matter how he looked at it, Jiang Chijing didn’t think that the warden would agree to Zheng Mingyi’s request.

Zheng Mingyi slowly retracted the book in his hand, lowered his eyes thoughtfully, not knowing what he was making.

At this time, his gaze fell on the weekly report on the side. He looked at the numbers written in pencil and asked: “Are you doing Sudoku?”

There is nothing to conceal, but this Sudoku Jiang Chijing hasn’t solved it yet, so he naturally doesn’t want to expose this.

He turned the newspaper over and said lightly: “It has nothing to do with you.”

Zheng Mingyi closed his eyes from the newspaper, looked at Jiang Chijing and said, “That place is 5.”

“What?” Jiang Chijing failed to keep up with Zheng Mingyi’s leaping thinking again.

“You stuck in that place,” Zheng Mingyi said, “The correct answer is 5.”

Jiang Chijing didn’t discuss Sudoku’s thoughts with Zheng Mingyi. He frowned slightly: “Do you have anything else?”

Zheng Mingyi put the “Strawberry Planting Technique” back on the shelf, and then left the library straight away.

Jiang Chijing kept thinking about this. He reopened the newspaper and filled in the number 5 where he stuck. Next, this difficult Sudoku was like a city that was breached, and was taken down by Jiang Chijing one after another. Out of position.

So that place is indeed 5.

What kind of perverted ability is this that can solve Sudoku with just a glance?

A strange thought suddenly popped up in Jiang Chijing’s mind. Since Zheng Mingyi has such a strong logic operation ability, why didn’t he expect that he would be arrested for a crime?

Or is it really just like Guan Wei’s analysis, he just hid in jail for personal safety?

Jiang Chijing became more irritable as he thought about it, and simply stopped thinking about it, but when he recovered, the webpages opened on the computer screen were all news related to Zheng Mingyi.

Zheng Mingyi was the top manager of Hengxiang’s short-selling agency before, and once led a very famous short-selling case.

At that time, the market sentiment was all bullish about a certain industry. However, Zheng Mingyi believed that the stock price of this industry was inflated and the collapse was only a matter of time. Therefore, he invested a huge amount of money and sold the stocks of this industry at a high price, only to wait for the final stock price to collapse.

All colleagues and customers thought that Zheng Mingyi’s brain was sick, but soon after that, the stock price of this industry collapsed day and night, and most people in the stock market lost money. However, Zheng Mingyi made money from it, and Hengxiang also made money. As a result, the battle was named.

After reading these reports, the image of a social elite resurfaced in Jiang Chijing’s mind.

Compared with prison uniforms, Zheng Mingyi looks better in suits.

…Wait, the point is crooked.

Jiang Chijing also clicked on a search webpage, intending to look at the situation of Hengxiang organization again, but when he pressed the enter key, no related link popped up on the webpage, but a cartoon appeared on it. “I am a capitalist, I eat steamed buns with human blood”.

In the lower right corner of the comic, there is a small light bulb pattern.

Jiang Chijing twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly, wondering how long this stinky boy had been out, and wanted to come in again.

An attention-grabbing sound rang from the door of the library. Jiang Chijing followed the sound and saw Luo Hai whispering to him.

He glanced at the prisoners in the library. Everyone was reading quietly. He got up and walked to the corridor outside and asked Luo Hai: “Did you see it too?”

“I’m going to be **** to death.” Luo Hai took a deep breath, and his eyebrows were rarely twisted. “I asked him to take a college entrance exam, and he gave me a black home website.”

In Luohai’s mouth, he is called Yu Guang, a 19-year-old kid who just went out a while ago.

This kid always felt that he was doing justice, and he would not listen to other people’s advice, but Jiang Chijing called his justice a fool.

“Do you still have contact with him after he goes out?” Jiang Chijing asked.

“Of course.” Luo Hai said with a headache, “Who cares about him besides me?”

Jiang Chijing couldn’t help feeling amused: “He doesn’t listen to what you say.”

“So this time I must take care of him.”

As soon as Luohai’s voice fell, Jiang Chijing suddenly remembered the voice of the warden’s secretary on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder: “Is Officer Jiang there? Come to the warden’s office.”

“The warden has something to do with you?” Luo Hai asked in surprise.

Jiang Chijing’s work is very leisurely. Under normal circumstances, the warden will not find him with any important matters. But when he recalled what he said to Zheng Mingyi just now, he had a vague premonition in his heart.

He turned his head, said “received” to the walkie-talkie, and then said to Luo Hai: “I’ll go up and take a look.”

Pushing open the door of the warden’s office, Jiang Chijing saw Zheng Mingyi’s figure, and unfortunately, Zheng Mingyi was sitting on the hospitality sofa in the middle of the office.

Generally, prisoners are called to the warden’s office and will not receive such good treatment. They always stand on the sidelines.

Jiang Chijing’s misfortune gradually expanded, but he still believed in his judgment of the warden, who was afraid of trouble and would not agree to Zheng Mingyi’s request.

“Xiao Jiang, No. 1017 wants to learn strawberry planting techniques. This is a good thing.”

“…Yes.”

Well, maybe he made a mistake in his judgment, so he can only rely on himself.

“He has dyslexia. I heard that you did a psychological test for him. Then you will help him read the book.”

“Warden, this is not very good.” Jiang Chijing said sincerely, “He can only read books every day from 12 to 2 noon. During this time, I have to stay in the library. Is it in front of other prisoners? Read for him?”

“You don’t need to worry about time, you can adjust it.” The warden said, “Except for noon, he will also leave you alone in charge of the morning education in the following morning.”

“…What?” Jiang Chijing tried to suppress the unbelievable in his tone.

“As for the content of the morning education, cough cough,” the warden cleared his throat as he said, “you should read more economic news to him.”

When the warden said this, Jiang Chijing finally remembered that he had missed a certain key.

-Warden, is an old stockholder.

Looking at the entire southern prison, no one is more proficient in stocks than Zheng Mingyi.

Jiang Chijing kept a polite smile, gritted his teeth and said: “Warden, are you a bit too much?”

“Use resources effectively.” The warden turned his attention away and took a sip of tea. “You can also learn to trade stocks, Xiao Jiang.”

It seemed that the warden wanted to save more money than he was afraid of trouble.

Jiang Chijing looked at Zheng Mingyi who was sitting across from him