New Gods of North America

Compared to the "dirty bomb explosion" or "evil spirit explosion" that Wayne had encountered before,

The type of "self-destruction" that this murderer played was obviously even more dangerous.

The "extraordinary self-explosion" of the first two is at least based on their own spiritual power, so their power can at least be roughly estimated.

The latter all seem to directly involve higher-level beings such as the "wise sage".

It feels like someone could die without knowing how they died...

So Wayne looked at the murderer who had been compressed into a ball,

While lamenting the importance of learning a foreign language well, when he looked at Lina, he couldn't help but feel a bit of awe... and confusion.

This girl...could she be the illegitimate daughter of the "wise sage"?

But then again, does the "wise sage" have any concept of gender? Can he still have children?

Just when Wayne's mind was opening up,

Lina approached the "ball" that was now soaked in red and white, and was obviously thinking about an important question:

"This murderer has become like this... Can he still be exchanged for a reward?"

Although it would be somewhat impolite to bring such a bunch of "flesh and blood" to receive the reward,

But for only 50 dollars,

If Wayne was the person in charge, he would definitely be willing to exchange the illegitimate daughter of the "wise sage" for the body of the murderer in a moment if she came to claim the reward.

Don’t worry about whether this state is right or wrong, just see if it is the murderer.

If you really can't see it, then I can only say something else...

So Wayne thought about it and said, "Why don't we take him back and try?"

…

The companions from other groups came over one after another, saw the murderer's current state, and roughly understood what happened.

While he had a greater respect for Lina, he couldn't help but have more speculations about the "detective agency" where Wayne and his colleagues worked.

But no matter what,

The murderer has been killed and his companions have suffered no casualties, so the plan went quite smoothly.

Since it was already very late and everyone was still excited, they all decided to go back to the bar to celebrate.

As for that "ball"... just don't think about it too much.

Unfortunately, Wayne and his team had just returned to the Kansas City area in Missouri.

The carriage convoy was stopped by a group of police officers with guns.

The leader was the familiar Captain Joffrey, who was riding on a tall horse, looking down on people with a cold attitude:

"Wayne Constantine, you are under arrest, come back with us."

"Why?" Wayne asked.

"Because of what you did tonight, of course," Captain Joffrey replied.

What the hell?!

Wayne was about to show the charter signed by the bishop, but then he realized that the bishop was actually the bishop of the Virginia Diocese.

Then he turned around and took out the investigation order signed by Roose Bolton:

"We are cooperating with the church to investigate the serial murder case. I have an investigation warrant. And the murderer has been shot dead in the carriage."

Captain Joffrey did not come to answer, and it seemed that someone had taught him in advance:

"Well, I guessed it. The police station will pay the full amount of the clue fee for arresting the murderer, and the church will also apply for a reward for you."

Wayne narrowed his eyes and thought, why are you still causing trouble?

Captain Joffrey continued:

"But rewards and punishments cannot offset each other. We arrested you because you illegally gathered a crowd and disturbed the order of the city.

"Come back with us. We are following the law and will not make things difficult for you. Your companions can also visit you or apply for bail for you according to the law. We accept supervision from the public.

"If you don't go, then all your companions will have to go."

Wayne was unhappy, but he still hesitated a little.

What Captain Joffrey said is actually correct. Many cities do have such a provision in their laws.

According to what happened tonight, the punishment will not be too severe. At most it will be a short-term imprisonment of about a week or two to three weeks of community service. It can even be exempted from punishment by paying a fine after the court's verdict.

If you apply for bail again, it is basically a matter of going to the police station and sitting in court for a while.

These days, no one cares about interstate crimes, and this kind of thing doesn't even count as a criminal record.

Resisting arrest is much more serious.

But because of this, it is obvious that the other party is deliberately disgusting people.

Wayne tried to ask, "Are we going to the cathedral?"

"No," Captain Joffrey held his noble head high, "Since it is a violation of the law, of course we should go to the police station."

Okay.

Wayne looked at Inissa and Lina and smiled, "I'll go with them. Please help find a local to pay the bail."

Inissa nodded slightly.

Lina pouted, and then Peter climbed on top of Wayne.

I found that it seemed that it could not be hidden in the back collar, and it quietly jumped from the back to the depression on the top of Wayne's hat.

…

This was the first time in my life that I entered a police station in a "city".

Unexpectedly, instead of taking office, he was actually put into jail.

Captain Joffrey and his men didn't go too far and even gave him a solitary cell, which was at least better than the multi-person cell next to the iron bars.

Wayne tried to blend in with the group like a regular customer, chatting up the guy next door through the iron fence:

"Why were you all imprisoned? How long have you been here?"

The burly man who had his back to Wayne turned around and turned out to be a dark-skinned guy.

He flashed the shackles on his wrists and asked unhappily, "What do you think?"

According to the stereotype, Wayne instantly thought of many clauses.

So Wayne hesitated for a moment, not knowing which one to say that would appear more polite.

Fortunately, an old white man nearby helped to avoid embarrassment.

He yawned. "He was charged with attempting to escape, and I was charged with aiding a slave to escape. What about you, young man?"

Wuhu.

According to the Fugitive Slave Act, assisting a slave to escape would result in a fine of $500 or even imprisonment.

It is equivalent to directly paying off two "Gray Wolf" Freddies.

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "I think I have offended a big shot in the city."

After hearing this, the dark-skinned guy turned his head and looked at Wayne again.

I found that Wayne didn't seem to be joking.

So he immediately and decisively moved away from the iron bars and sat at the other end of the prison.

You are quite realistic...

The white old man didn't move, "Are you from outside?"

"I guess so." Wayne continued to chat with him to pass the time, "I came from Kansas City."

"Oh, an established territory ready to be officially established as a state."

The old white man seemed to be chatting casually, "Will you vote for slavery or against then?"

"I'd probably lean toward the Free State," Wayne said matter-of-factly, "probably mainly because I don't have any slaves in my family."

According to Wayne's memories from his previous life, the north and south sides are actually similar.

To give a simple example, after the Civil War on Blue Star ended, the darkest moment for the slaves was just around the corner:

——After becoming "free", their average life expectancy was shortened by nearly ten years over a long period of time.

Slaves were still the private property of the slave owners, but free "slaves" were purely "hostile persons" and "consumable materials".

As a person who has no original sin in both lives, Wayne is actually quite detached when looking at this matter.

It's a little personal, but I don't really want to get involved.

"I see."

The white old man looked a little kinder, but still glanced at Wayne and said, "If you are a rich slave owner, you won't come in here."