Chapter 563： : Don so-and-so is very white!

People who are not familiar with ricin may not have heard of it.

It is estimated that an average injection of less than 0.2 mg is required to poison an adult. It is thousands of times more poisonous than arsenic and 23 times stronger than cobra toxin.

But if you like "The History of Espionage", you have heard of it, and you can't get around the Bulgarian traitor Olki Markov.

He died of an inexplicable illness in the UK in 1978. During the autopsy, the forensic doctor found an extremely small bead from his leg, which contained 0.2 mg of ricin.

It was later found out that Markov had contact with a strange man at the bus station 4 days before his death. During the process, the other party's umbrella "accidentally" touched Markov, and it was this touch that happened 4 days later. Killed Markov. Another Bulgarian defector, Kristov, was also killed by the same assassination method. The forensic doctor found the deadly ricin bead from his back during an autopsy.

In other words, Desmond had been poisoned within a few days before his death!

Emmett was locked in a small dark room. He lowered his head and was depressed. Apart from the sound of weak breathing, even the sound of his heartbeat was weak. No one kept thinking about what he was thinking. Maybe he himself was also empty-headed. , he couldn't figure it out, Desmond, who was still discussing just now, died!

The death was miserable, with a ferocious face, obviously after a strong struggle.

squeak

The door opened, and a ray of light came in through the gap, shining on Emmett's feet, slowly moving up along his trousers, and finally the light was reflected on his face, and Emmett slowly raised his head to see Seeing a pair of brand new leather shoes standing in front of him, the sunlight was a bit dazzling, his pupils shrank, and it took him a while to see the person coming. He had never seen it before, but it was obviously of a high level.

"Emmet Bilbos? What did you say when you met Desmond?" The other party asked as soon as he came up, without even introducing himself.

Does this make him one of the suspects? Emmett had mixed feelings in his heart, and said, "Mr. Desmond wants to transfer Nicholas. He thinks Bascou is not safe."

"Is there any more?"

"No, when I sat down, there was an attack." Emmett paused, "Then I heard that Mr. Desmond died."

The other party kept staring at him, hoping to see something wrong from his facial expression, but the other party's face was stiff and tired, and he nodded, "Mr. Desmond died of poisoning, I'm sorry, you have to stay here After a while, when we find out, you can leave."

Seeing that he was leaving, Emmet hurriedly asked, "Is there any clue?"

"We will find the murderer." That's all the other party said, and then he closed the door and left. Emmett then lowered his head in thought. He didn't notice that there was a surveillance camera in the upper right corner above his head. Observing his expression from an angle, Emmett is still the biggest suspect.

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At this time, Tang Dao in Basgu Prison was lying curled up on the bed, the corridor outside was very quiet, but the cellmate next door was snoring quite loudly.

In the middle of the night, I am afraid that the prison guards are not willing to patrol back and forth.

Sudden!

Tang Dao opened his eyes and looked at the top of his head. It was still a bit scary. He sat up on the bed, took out the piece of paper from the pocket of the prison uniform, squinted his eyes slightly under the moonlight, and saw that there was no word on it. Only painted maps?

This is the internal structure diagram of Bas ancient prison? ?

Are you letting yourself borrow this jailbreak?

Tang Dao felt that this thing was very tasteless. Could it be possible to get out with a map? I stuffed the paper into the hole beside the wooden bed, it was not too big, no bigger than my little finger, and I could just use it to stuff a piece of paper. I put my hands on my stomach, and I was slightly lost in thought, as if I was thinking about something.

Outside, the stars are turning and the sun is rising.

Guards with batons knocked on each iron gate, yelling, "Get ready for breakfast. Pack your belongings."

Tang Dao folded the quilt and straightened his hair in front of the mirror. I have to say that French prisons are still very humane. Each room has small windows for ventilation, and the most important thing is to be able to electronic equipment. Of course, this one It's just for some prisoners who have not committed serious crimes, like Tang Dao, half an hour a day of venting time is not bad.

After a while, a prison guard came to open the door, and Tang Dao and the others stood neatly in the corridor, queuing up and walking towards the cafeteria.

Walking side by side with Tang Dao is a strong black man, who can be called a strong man next to Tang Dao who is close to 190 in height, I am afraid he is really a muscular man. There is a long scar on the corner of his left eye, which is almost At one point, perhaps, his eyes frightened.

"Asian?" The black man was surprised when he saw him. Bascou is a place for serious criminals, especially in their area. Most of them are black, and white people rarely see Asians. After all, Asians still love life and have a lower crime rate.

"Why did you come in?"

Black people are talkative, and perhaps the most important thing is curiosity, "My name is Brewer Gore, a Filipino."

"??" Tang Dao gave him a look of disbelief. Are there black people in the Philippines?

"I'm naturalized, and I've lived in the Philippines for 17 years! I've been there since I was a child."

"Can you be quiet, sir." Tang Dao asked impatiently, Brewer's voice faltered, and the prison guard in front stared at him maliciously, so he could only shut his mouth embarrassingly.

A group of people walked to the cafeteria. Breakfast was milk and bread. There was a limit for each person. As soon as Tang Dao was sitting and preparing to eat, Brewer came over with a plate and sat next to him, "Man, what a coincidence."

What the hell!

Tang Dao cursed secretly, and just about to refute, he heard Brewer suddenly say, "Let's get up quickly, let's change positions."

Brewer was very anxious and wanted to grab him, but just at this moment a few more people walked towards this table, wearing prison uniforms but couldn't cover the tattoos on their necks.

"Brewer? Where are you going?" The leader was a soft-spoken white man with glasses, looking very gentle.

"Boss Arvid...me."

The white man named Arvid smiled and looked at Tang Dao next to him, "Is this your friend? I haven't seen it before? A new Asian?"

"Boss Arvid, his name is..." Brewer hurriedly wanted to introduce, but he was also embarrassed to find that he didn't know his name. He looked at Tang Dao and bumped it with his elbow, "My name is Nicholas."

Arvid nodded, "Nicholas, good name, very fair skin, no wonder Brewer likes you, give him to me, forget about the interest you owe me."

Brewer was embarrassed, "Boss Arvid, this...he is a newcomer, he doesn't understand."

"I just like newcomers who are younger than you." Arvid's eyes made people uncomfortable, like a pervert.

Feeling sick, Tang Dao frowned, and the irritability in his heart was rekindled. He took out the napkin on the table, wiped the corners of his mouth, and was about to get up with a basin. Arvid also stood up, and put his hand on Tang Dao's shoulder , As soon as he stretched it out, Tang Dao smashed the basin on the opponent's head with his backhand, pulled Arvid's hand towards his side, and directly pulled him onto the table.

It's not over yet, pick up the knife and fork, and fork down Arvid's cheek!

The fork directly pierced half of his face!

"Aw, ow, ow!" Arvid yelled in pain, was kicked down by Tang Dao, lay on the ground and stretched out his hands to cover his face, but he didn't dare to move, screaming.

"Damn it! It's disgusting!"

Tang Dao cursed, picked up the basin from the ground and threw it on the table, then...Holding his head, he squatted up.

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