Chapter 89: Revenge and Understanding
Chapter 89: Revenge and Understanding
"Hahaha, that's really funny."
As the female police officer was stunned by the female prisoner's husband's predicament, her entire body starting to tremble slightly, the shopping bag hidden under Lyon's feet made a slight noise. The Black Sheep, who had listened to the entire exchange, couldn't help but burst into laughter in Lyon's mind.
"So, after all that effort, nothing has changed in the end! Hahaha, that lame man's death is so hilarious. I've never seen anyone so stupid...Ouch! Why did you kick me, kid?"
Lyon firmly stepped on the sheep's head, ensuring it wouldn't move again, and silently reminded himself.
"Keep an eye on that bandage, I think there's something off about it."
"Hmm? You suspect that's an anomaly too?"
The Black Sheep peered through the soul's vision at the bandage on the female prisoner's hand and, sensing a strange aura, became cautious as well, filled with curiosity.
"Wow, it does have that vibe... So, how did this woman do it? How can someone with an anomaly get caught by ordinary people?"
"She... probably did it on purpose..."
Lyon touched the Maiden Cleanup Bureau's Badge of the Dung Beetle, not feeling any scorching heat, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
This badge from the Cleanup Bureau, when encountering situations similar to out-of-control Immersion Value, could issue timely warnings. However, when faced with a skillfully controlled anomaly, it wouldn't react at all. Therefore, the female prisoner must be someone who skillfully controlled the anomaly.
Although Lyon didn't know what ability the bandage possessed, judging from the previous owner's experience, it was likely not a positive ability. Moreover, the destination of the female prisoner and the female police officer was the Lane family, so...
She was probably planning to infiltrate the Lane family and use the bandage to avenge her husband!
Through the Black Sheep's soul vision, Lyon observed the female prisoner's soul, which was currently stable but seethed with raging flames of blood beneath. After confirming his guess, Lyon couldn't help but take a deep breath.
So... should I fulfill my duty?
...
As Lyon hesitated, wondering whether to stop this "dangerous element" or turn a blind eye, even adding fuel to the fire, the female police officer, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up.
"You're not an ordinary member of the Chaotic Party, are you..."
The female prisoner's pupils constricted as the female police officer, her expression complex, spoke softly.
"I've captured and interrogated many members of the Chaotic Party. Most of them are from the lower rungs of the capital city, with limited education and challenging backgrounds. So, when they speak, they often use short sentences to express their emotions directly and concisely.
For example, expressing euphoria after a successful attack, cursing at us, or complaining about their own misfortunes. Even when their psychological defenses are broken, and they reveal their backgrounds and experiences, their narratives are often muddled and incoherent, with disordered speech and illogical statements.
But you're different from them. Despite having no preparation for this conversation, your narrative was smooth and clear. Except for a few brief moments of recollection, you spoke without hesitation, clearly conveying your entire story. That's not something an ordinary person could do."
"Because of my husband..."
"No, I'm not talking about that respected gentleman, but about your situation."
The female police officer recalled her previous words, biting her lip, and continued with a dimmed gaze.
"Apart from that, when you wanted to use some relatively complex and obscure words just now, you could speak them fluently without much thought."
And throughout your narration, you've been intentionally provoking my emotions, as if you're well-versed in this type of communication. So, you must have received an excellent education and frequently give speeches to many people.
Additionally, given your familiarity with the turnover of high-ranking military officials and the delineation of responsibilities among various departments, you must be a high-ranking member of the Chaotic Party, right?"
"It seems I underestimated you."
Facing the question posed by the female police officer, the female prisoner rubbed the bandage on her wrist and then nodded, happily admitting her misjudgment. She was slightly surprised and said, "I originally thought you were just a young lady who was naive about the world, like my lame husband, easily fooled by that nonsense. I didn't expect you to have such abilities."
"You didn't underestimate me. In the past... I did think that as long as I did what I believed was right, it would be enough. But before you..."
The female police officer bit her lips, which had turned white from biting, and then lowered her head, her thoughts in disarray. She spoke in an extremely low voice, "Before you, I also met another member of the Chaotic Party. After reading his file, I started to think..."
The female prisoner couldn't hear her clearly due to the low volume and the noisy roar of the boiler. She furrowed her brows and asked, "What did you say?"
"Nothing..."
The female police officer shook her head vigorously, regaining her composure for a moment. She clenched her fists and said resolutely, "I admit that my experience is lacking, and sometimes I might have been a bit foolish. But for my job, I've given it my all!
Not just in the Lane family's case, but also regarding what happened to your husband. If it's indeed proven true, I will..."
"Before the investigation is concluded, you'll be transferred!"
After hearing her promise, the female prisoner, whose identity had been exposed, leading to the failure of her plan, couldn't help but scoff. She said coldly, "Miss Isa, you're so cute... adorably naive!
You're not the only one willing to stand up to the nobility for your duty. But not everyone has your privileged background! Go ahead and investigate if you want. But remember, if not for your surname, your fate might be worse than my husband's!"
Looking at the female police officer, whose expression had turned gloomy, the female prisoner sneered, "Even if you succeed, my attitude won't change. Even if you can do such a thing, it's only because your father holds a higher position!
What my husband and I want is not this boring salvation from those above, which is no different from pity. We need direct retribution, an eye for an eye!"
"... Maybe you're right... But..."
Hearing her fierce words, the female police officer felt a bit lost. She bit her lip, and her father's image flashed before her eyes—his back, gradually hunching, and his hair, rapidly turning white.
"Father... I think I might understand you a little now..."
Clenching her fists tightly and taking a deep breath, the female police officer, whose gaze had been evasive, looked back at her opponent for the first time. Her voice was extremely soft, but her determination was unmistakable, "Perhaps it's truly meaningless, but as long as someone is still trying, it's definitely stronger than giving up entirely."
(End of Chapter)
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