The warden who guards the witches

"This..." Veronica was stunned for a moment, and then she shook her head, "This is impossible!"

"How can you be so sure?"

"The one who was on duty at the vault that day was a newcomer I had taken care of before. I have a pretty good relationship with him. He had caused trouble before, and I was the one who tried to deal with the aftermath for him. I was kind to him. He knew that I was a werewolf. But he still respects me very much, he——"

"In that case, you will be the one who kills the person." Aiden couldn't help laughing.

"I said I didn't kill anyone!" Veronica emphasized with some displeasure.

"If he didn't commit murder, he committed perjury. If he didn't commit perjury, you were the one who killed the person. You were really sold and still helping to count the money." Aiden said with an unabashed mocking tone. "Don't you still know why the court sentenced you to death?"

"Isn't it because I'm a werewolf?"

"Perhaps they do have some prejudice because you are a werewolf, but to sentence a person to death, how can you do it without clear evidence? I have read your case file. The key to the court's conviction of you is that person's Regarding the testimony and the pistol as evidence, he once said at the trial that you returned the gun in a panic at 12:30, but he did not check your gun at that time. Is this true? "

"This... it's indeed true. There was a heavy rain at midnight that day. I was anxious to go back to the apartment to collect my clothes. Bruce... was the new guy, so he let me go back first without checking my gun on the spot."

"Well, this testimony may be regarded as an unfortunate coincidence. The problem lies in the gun used as evidence. If you think about it carefully, the gun you handed over to the safehouse is missing bullets. If someone tampered with it, No matter who it is, they can't get around the person on duty in the vault. How can you not see such an obvious thing clearly?" Aiden said firmly, "You are also a policeman yourself, so you can put aside your personal relationship and take action. Use your brain."

Veronica wanted to retort a few words, but after thinking about it for a while, she was surprised to find that she seemed to be a bit obsessed with the authorities as Aiden said.

She had also been on duty in a vault before, and she knew very well how strict the police vault was. Instead of considering the fantasy of someone being able to sneak around the person guarding the vault and tamper with a gun, it is more likely that the person guarding the vault is committing theft.

"My experience working in prisons tells me that for an ordinary person, becoming a criminal is just a matter of a thought. Anyone can make mistakes. There are many criminals who don't look like people who would do bad things just by their words and deeds. You If you really believe you are innocent, you should doubt anyone." Aiden reminded her.

"B-but why did he do this?" Veronica couldn't help but raise her voice excitedly, "I was once kind to him, and he had no reason to frame me!"

Aiden thought for a while: "Well, maybe we have to consider the real murderer first."

"The real murderer?"

"Of course, if you didn't kill the person, there must be a real culprit. I read the case file and it said that the investigation team locked the suspect in the Mounted Police after studying the shell casings left at the scene. You Mounties Is the team’s weapons unique?”

"Yes, the Mounted Police sometimes have to form an honor guard on occasions such as festivals, so our guns are different from those of other departments. They are customized. Our department has just recently replaced them with a new model of Mauser..." Wei Ronika suddenly reacted in the middle of her words, "You mean-"

"The real murderer is not you, then it is most likely another mounted policeman." Aiden continued naturally, "Based on this premise, since the newcomer named Bruce was in charge of guarding the vault that day, the murderer should be Another Mountie. He wanted to commit perjury, not necessarily to frame you, but also to cover up the real murderer and the new man on duty in the vault, trying to make you a scapegoat. "

"..." Veronica was completely stunned.

Since birth, she has been discriminated against because of her werewolf identity. She has cursed her werewolf blood countless times, and this time she was wrongfully imprisoned. She also subconsciously blamed all this on the werewolf that has been haunting her since birth. own curse.

It is this habitual way of thinking that limits her vision.

From being angry, to suffering a blow, to giving up on herself, she cursed the injustice of her fate day after day in prison, but never thought deeply about who framed her.

Aiden's tip couldn't be called a complicated reasoning at all. As a police officer, she should have figured out such a simple thing long ago.

If it is a stereotype for others to treat her differently because she is a werewolf, then why is it not a stereotype for her to blame all her problems on this?

"I..." After a long silence, Veronica said hesitantly, "I want to meet that person."

"It can't be done." Aiden replied decisively, "You are now a prisoner. How can a prisoner see whoever he wants? Prisoners have no freedom."

Veronica gritted her teeth when she heard this.

At this time, Aiden changed the subject: "But I can go see him for you."

Veronica stood up suddenly and grabbed the railing on the iron door.

"You... can think of a way..." She swallowed her throat, which was dry due to excitement, and said incoherently, "Can you think of a way... to redress my case? Can... think of a way?"

Veronica put her face against the railing and stared at Aiden eagerly - this was the first time Aiden saw the desire to live in her eyes.

"I can't give you definite hope, but I can try to find a way to help you check. If you are really not the murderer, I will do my best to help you clear your name."

After a long time, Veronica asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Aiden asked back, "My prison only holds criminals. If you are not a criminal, I have no reason to lock you up."

"I mean, why are you willing to believe me?" Veronica asked seriously, "Most people I have met will look at me as a criminal just because I am a werewolf."

"I said I didn't believe you, I just listened to you." Aiden shrugged, "Okay, I admit that I won't give every prisoner such an opportunity. I care about you because I have some personal feelings... ...Hey, don't look so strange all of a sudden, I didn't mean that when I said affair!"

Aiden sighed, took out a stack of letters from his pocket, and handed it over from the delivery port: "You will understand after reading this."

"What is this?"

"It's a petition. On the day you were imprisoned, many petitions were sent to my mailbox." Aiden explained calmly, "Each letter is written by a real name and is sent from the residents of your jurisdiction. They plead for you in the letter, and some people don't believe that you committed the crime at all."

Veronica was stunned with her eyes open for a long time, she reached out and carefully picked up the letters, as if these letters were written a long time ago, the letter paper had already withered and brittle, and she would crush them with a little force.

"These people are convinced that you are a good police officer. I think they should have sent letters to the court. How should I put it? I am not a truly impartial person. To be honest, these letters gave me the first impression that you might really be wronged, so I paid attention to your case file." Aiden put on his hat and stood up. "Please remember that there may be people who are prejudiced against you, but there are also people who remember your efforts."

"Well, it's almost time to change shifts." Aiden said and walked to the other end of the corridor, leaving Veronica alone staring at the letter in her hand, speechless.