Chapter 2: The Iron Bracelet
What to explain?
The blood on the ground has nothing to do with me? Or is the secret formation just a joke? I have a book that may have grown legs and run away?
After flipping through the judicial knowledge in my memory, I found that there were no words I thought of, only some messy words like "Long live the Kingdom of Albion", "Punish other countries", and "The King is Supreme". Facing the vigilant batons raised by the gentlemen of Elba Field and the revolvers held tightly, Lin En's lips stammered and his throat rolled. In the light of the wind lamp, his childish face finally closed his mouth helplessly.
If you don't have your thoughts sorted out, you will make more mistakes. For the sake of your own life, Lin En thought it would be better to remain silent.
At least, you have to find out why the police officer kicked the door in the middle of the night. It can't be that he can't sleep and comes to talk to the model citizen.
Soon one of the men with restrained and bright eyes and a beautiful mustache under his nose came out. The badge on his belt was more exquisite and shiny than that of other patrolmen, and there was an additional silver star. Lynn knew that this meant that this stronger-looking man was a detective above the patrolman.
"Lynn Moriarty, you are accused of using witchcraft to murder others. The deceased is..."
The detective read out the names of four people, which sounded familiar.
How could they not sound familiar? Those four unlucky guys who were still alive and kicking a few hours ago were the gang pickpockets who went with Lynn to steal the [Secret of Abundance].
'Huh? They're dead? Killed by my witchcraft? '
Bullshit! I never did that!
Although Lynn knew that he was innocent, the detective who was reading out the charges obviously didn't think so, and the patrolmen who were holding batons so powerfully to suppress those who might go crazy didn't think so either.
"According to the Albion Kingdom's security order, I will arrest and detain you for the next trial. Before the trial, you can apply to the police station for a righteous pastor to confess, so that your soul can escape from the filth and darkness and return to the embrace of the gods."
What a humanitarian concern this is. No vicious blood-sucking creature like a lawyer was assigned here. Only a charlatan came to provide hospice care before being hanged to watch you cry and snot and shake out all your mistakes. No! I would rather have a vampire like a lawyer! Lin En felt that he needed to be rescued!
After reading the arrest order and the charges, the mustache detective waved his hand neatly.
Then, two tall and strong police officers pressed the boy's fragile body on the bed. Lin En, whose shoulders were almost crushed, screamed in pain and was put on silver handcuffs.
Iron bracelet, this achievement that had never been brushed out of Lin En's life before crossing over, was brushed out at the speed of light in less than an hour of crossing over. And then he will unlock new achievements for the package process such as going to the police station, accusing murder, and waiting for trial. If there is a gold finger achievement system, Lin En will definitely gain a lot.
However, it is a pity that this poor man has not found any shadow of the gold finger in his nervous brain until now.
When he was almost pushed out of the rental room, the scene that rushed into Lin En's vision made him temporarily forget that he was in a very bad and dangerous situation.
There was a huge and bright moon hanging alone in the sky, and the undulating trend of the mountains on the moon like a big jade plate just formed the shape of a moth. The urban buildings covered with moon gauze and silk created a mysterious and light flying feeling through flying buttresses and spires, and the towering chimneys spewed steam day and night to supply strong power to the city, and the glow of the burning gas lamps and the twinkling stars complemented each other.
I don't know who pushed Lin En.
He stumbled and broke into this world, a crazy world where mystery had not gone away, science was in the ascendant, and the gods still looked down on all living things from a high position.
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No. 63 King's Avenue, the headquarters of the Stirm City Police Department.
In addition to the names given by dignitaries such as [Steam Shield], [Guardian], and [New Era Knight], this central security hub has also been given more down-to-earth and grateful names by the poor with their imagination, such as: [Lock of Running Dogs], [Thugs' Den], [Heaven for the Rich, Grave for the Poor].
When Lin En turned over the comments about this place from his memory, he looked up at the pointed rib vault and the slender beam columns, and his little face was filled with uncontrollable confusion and panic.
Has your dog-day style of extorting poor people become so famous?
A police officer who was escorting Lin En from his residence to the carriage and then to the police station could not help but feel pity for this slender young man with torn clothes but still noble and well-educated. He was arrested and brought to the police station for practicing witchcraft, and he was caught red-handed at the scene. Not to mention the son of a poor businessman, even the son of an upper-class nobleman could not escape trial. Not to mention that the public security in the city has been bad in recent days, and the police chief was furious.
Tsk tsk, this poor poor young master may not be able to survive a day~~
Who made him have a bad life.
‘Fuck! Why are you looking at me like that? ’
For the first time, Lin En understood that strong pity can bring strong fear to others.
After walking along the wall for two or three turns, the police officers had no intention of talking to each other. Lin En was soon taken to the underground prison of the police station, or more precisely, the detention center.
Oh my God! If the environment of the rented room is a garbage dump, then this place is definitely a farm animal pen!
The underground air with extremely poor ventilation conditions, mixed with sweat, excrement, and alcohol stench, brewed a living space for toxic bacteria. The light of the burning torches inserted in the wall made the entire underground prison gloomy. In the dark, it seemed that something filthy was hidden, wriggling and shrinking in the flickering firelight. The only prison guard was drinking a little wine. Lin En was surprisingly calm at this time. His situation was already so bad that it couldn't be worse. There was nothing to be afraid of.
After being uncuffed, Lin En was pushed into a prison cell, and several figures inside shrank in the corner.
"Aren't you going to interrogate me?"
When the iron door was locked with a clang, and the police officers were about to leave without looking back, Lin En, who had been silent and thinking about ways to save himself, finally spoke.
Four people died in one night, even in a stinky ditch like Squirrel Street, it should not be considered a trivial matter.
The two police officers stopped when they heard this, their eyebrows raised, and a sarcastic arc was drawn at the corners of their mouths. Under the flickering firelight, the faces of the two people seemed full of malice.
"Interrogate?"
"Little guy, you should think about what to say when you are beheaded."
"Stupid, he is not a nobleman, he can't be beheaded but hanged. But I think he should be shot, after all, this kind of case is not open to the public."
They laughed and left.
These bastards didn't want to interrogate him at all, they wanted to use him as a scapegoat. Lin En was startled, and the rustling noise behind him made him turn his head subconsciously, only to see several disheveled prisoners approaching slowly with wolf-like eyes.
Thinking of some vulgar rumors, the young Lin En's face turned pale and his chrysanthemums tightened! Before he might be shot, he actually wanted to find a way to protect himself from being raped?
"Hey! Sir! If you are willing to make 10 soli later, you shouldn't just sit there and drink!" Lin En turned around and shouted at the prison guard next to the torch without hesitation.
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