Alien paradise

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In the prison where the former city guard was stationed, Farrellan was tapping the rusty iron railings with the soles of his shoes.

"Let me out, I have something important to tell your leader!"

"Are you from Paradise Church? Who is in charge?"

"Hey, you guys should say something back!"

But after working for a long time, he was disappointed to find that this half-buried prison was not guarded at all. The jailer pushed him into the cell and locked the door, and he never appeared again. There was no one patrolling the prison, as if the guards here didn't care about their escape at all.

As a detective who has experienced big storms, Farrellan certainly has a way to escape. For example, there are two soft copper wires hidden under his shoes, and it is easy to pry open the old-fashioned lock hanging on the iron door. But the problem is that this cannot fundamentally solve the problem - if he cannot return to the dock to join his companions before the sun sets, the others will contact the fleet floating in the outer sea as agreed and use force as a deterrent to demand the person.

However, he now has a new understanding of the power of Paradise Cult, and armed conflict is the worst option for the investigation team. He must inform the other three people of this information, otherwise the situation may get out of control.

Escape from prison is obviously not a wise choice. Even if Farrellan can pick the lock, he has no confidence that he can escape from the prison openly during the day. Before he was escorted here, he had paid attention to the surrounding environment. Obviously, the layout of the city guard station was quite reasonable. There was only one entrance and exit in the entire camp. Unless he could be completely invisible, the act of picking the lock and escaping would only make him more vulnerable. I can't even explain it myself.

"Stop yelling. This isn't a prison. Can't you just stay here peacefully?" Suddenly a lazy voice came from next door, "If you haven't committed anything, they won't make things difficult for you."

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Farrellan recalled for a moment, wasn't this person the passenger in the same carriage as him before?

"You were arrested too?" He moved to the stone wall and frowned.

"Yeah?" The man was stunned for a moment, "Do you know me?"

"The sightseeing carriage departs from the north gate of the city at noon today!" Farrellan had to remind.

"Ah...it's you, a foreigner! Hahaha...we are really destined." The other party suddenly became interested, "My name is Brut, what's your name?"

"I understand now... you went to steal the mines." He did not answer, but asked coldly, "I was caught only because of your illegal behavior!"

"If picking up the ownerless things scattered on the ground is called stealing, then so be it." Brut readily admitted, "Unfortunately, I was unlucky this time. I didn't go shopping for long before I encountered a patrol. Team. As for you..."

Farrellan was slightly startled by the other party's magnanimity. Good guy... isn't this person afraid of death?

"It's pointless for you to argue with me. All natural properties within the lord's jurisdiction belong to the lord. Stealing valuables like pyroxene ore is a felony. Aren't you worried about being hanged?"

"The Earl may want to kill me, but the Paradise Cult will not sentence people to death easily. Don't worry, a person like me who hasn't touched a piece of ore will only be locked up for a day at most." Brute He replied nonchalantly, "Those who really committed serious crimes are locked up in the police station dungeon."

one day?

Farrellan couldn't help but be stunned. The Paradise Sect's control was actually so loose? Wouldn't it mean that the public order would be in chaos?

Wait... When he was walking around the city before, he found that this place was quite orderly. How on earth did he do this?

"If stealing valuables is not a serious crime, how can the Paradise Church control gangs?"

"How can anyone dare to call themselves a gangster now? After dealing with the cult, the first thing they dealt with was the gangs in the old city. After half a month of continuous suppression, the gangs were completely finished!" Brut seemed to be very concerned about this kind of thing. He was delighted to hear this, "I used to hang out in the old city, and I've long been unhappy with them!"

Farrelly didn't know what to say.

Solve the gang problem in half a month?

Even the Kingdom's capital, Closest, which enforces the most rigorous laws, dare not say that it has completely banned gangs. After all, in a sense, they are already part of the grassroots order. If he heard such words elsewhere, Farrellan would definitely sneer at it, but since coming to Glory Castle, he has seen too many incredible things, which has made him have a certain resistance to the incredible itself.

He decided to put this doubt aside for the time being, "How long will we be imprisoned?"

"One to two days. If everything goes well, we will go out tomorrow and they will still take care of the food." Brut replied leisurely.

No wonder the guards here are so weak.

It turns out that they don't take the people detained here seriously at all.

"Isn't this the first time you've come in?" Farrellan said in a low voice, "Is there any way to leave early? For example, pay for bail or mortgage."

"Foreigner... are you some kind of big shot? Can't you stay for a whole day?" the other party said sarcastically, "Excuse me, as far as I know there are none. If you are really bored, you can read me a newspaper. I guess You should be someone who knows how to read.”

"Is there any newspaper to read in prison?"

"First of all, this is not a prison, it's a detention center. Second, look at the corner on the right. Is there a wooden box there?"

Farrellan looked as Brut said and found that there was really a square box hanging on the wall.

At first he just wanted to go out and didn't notice this inconspicuous thing.

I walked over and opened the lid, and there was indeed a roll of newspaper inside.

They were all obviously expired, the oldest one was five days ago, and due to the humidity in the cell, these newspapers inevitably gave off a musty smell, and they would probably be disgusting even if they were stuffed into the corner of the table when they were brought outside.

Farrelly flipped through it casually, and immediately understood the meaning of placing newspapers in the prison - the contents above were all related to crimes, solving cases, and punishments. It is estimated that the person who proposed this idea wanted to give the prisoner a warning while being detained. Let them learn from these cases. It must be said that his starting point was good, but unfortunately he overestimated the cultural level of the criminal.

"Hey, you want to read?" Brut shouted from the other side.

Farrellan was naturally in no mood to talk to him. The sunlight projected from the high window gradually turned dark red, which meant that dusk was about to end. Seeing time passing by, he still had the leisure to read the story.

He threw the newspaper on the ground and planned to knock on the iron door again. At this moment, a half-covered photo on the newspaper attracted his attention.

Farrellan hesitantly knelt down and flattened the newspaper so that the published photos could be fully displayed.

The content of the photo was a group photo titled "Special Topic on the Destruction of Cults: Brave Men Chasing the Traces of Cults". In the center of the picture stood a man and a woman. The woman was not very familiar to him, but he could name the man.

Court Dann - his former partner.