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Light footsteps sounded in the not-so-dark corridor. Ji Mingjiang looked around with some curiosity at the pathway to the torture chamber he was in.
Several even distributed chandeliers are hanging from the corridor, and there is also a row of embedded long wall lamps on both sides, illuminating every corner of the corridor at 360 degrees without dead angles.
Turning the corner, one could see a few somewhat crude cells, but not many of them. After all, they are only temporarily detaining some people who are not convenient to hand over to the security office. Except for the past few days, it can be said that there are not many people who have been stuffed into it.
And Menguse Hollimawi, who was captured not long ago, is here.
Hearing the footsteps, which were different from the usual ones who came to deliver the food, Menguse Hollimawi raised his head a little anxiously and looked expectantly in the direction of the sound.
When he saw Rowlett’s figure first appear at the corner, light flashed in his eyes instantly, and the passionate emotion almost trickled down to the ground outside the cell.
It can’t be helped. Anyone who stays in a place without a light brain, a projector, or even a book to pass the time, but only a bed, a table, and a chair for two days and three nights would go crazy with boredom.
What’s more, there were no other inmates here besides him. The only other person he got to see was the delivery man who came to bring him his meals three times a day, but the other party had obviously received strict training and wouldn’t give him an extra look no matter how hard he tried to stir up conversation.
The days he lived here were almost suffocating him to death.
Even though Clarice didn’t bother him after throwing him here and hadn’t intimidated him with any of the harsh penalties he’d have to face, Menguse Hollimawi was already feeling a deep sense of remorse at this very moment.
If he was given another chance, even if he was killed, he wouldn’t go out of his way again for the millions of star coins in reward and another few million star coins in hush money.
It’s getting closer. It’s getting closer.
Menguse Hollimawi’s entire body was on the door, peering through that glass window in the center of the special alloy door.
Then, when he saw Ji Mingjiang, who was walking behind Rowlett, all his hopes turned into bubbles and dissipated in this quiet cell.
Though he hadn’t yet made a fool of himself by volunteering to ask, Menguse Hollimawi was already certain that Rowlett was definitely not here to inform him when he was going to the outer prison or when he was going to hell. After all, there was no need to bring along the extreme mermaid if he was just conveying a notice.
“Boom—”
Just as he walked to the corner, while listening to Rowlett tell him about the purpose and history of the construction of the torture chambers of these cells, Ji Mingjiang’s ears moved, and the ear fins that hadn’t completely disappeared after becoming a human were exposed among his hair. The light blue tips at the top pointed sharply at the location where the sound came from.
Rowlett looked in the direction indicated by his ear, and under Ji Mingjiang’s doubtful eyes, he said, “The one locked up in that room should be Menguse Hollimawi. No one else has been brought in beside him.”
This person’s identity is quite a dilemma. Although he had no backing from any clan, he still has a formal position. If he disappeared for too long, it’d be difficult to explain. Besides, he also played a key pivotal role in that operation two days ago; that’s why he was temporarily given a leave of absence and locked up.
As for the other guards who were arrested, because they also had no living relatives and the key information they had was not enough or useful, they were thrown to Edge Star for mining early the next morning.
“Don’t worry, Your Highness, there is nothing inside except a bed, a table, and a chair. The floor tiles and doors are made of special materials. He can’t cause any trouble.”
Seeing that Ji Mingjiang was still looking in that direction frequently, Rowlett, who thought he was worried, smiled and comforted him.
“Huh? Okay, I see.”
Ji Mingjiang, who seemed to hear a faint sob, only nodded his head with uncertainty.
Menguse Hollimawi, who had slid straight down the door to the ground in despair at the sight of Ji Mingjiang, heard this and let out another choked sob from the depths of his nose and throat.
He thought it was because there weren’t many people coming to this place that the facilities were so rudimentary. So you guys do know!
After passing through these few cells and turning a corner, their destination this time came into view: a torture room with complete facilities, simple decoration, and a strong sense of oppression.
Because it hadn’t been used for years, although this torture room was large, it wasn’t filled with the smell of blood as Ji Mingjiang had imagined. The bright lights were cast from above, illuminating the whole room very brightly.
Although the equipment inside is complete, it’s covered with a thick layer of dust, including the ground. Rowlett turned on the cleaning button at the door, and a row of round holes on the top of the room began to sprinkle water. After the ground was wet to a certain extent, the exhaust fan also buzzed and started its work. The cleaning robot that had been thrown in an unknown corner before crawled out and cleaned the ground, walls, tabletops, and other areas with its hands and feet.
After waiting in place for a while, Ji Mingjiang looked up again and was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.
To say that it was spotless would be a bit of an understatement for the cleaning robot’s hard work. After the room was cleaned, the floor, tabletops, and even the iron cross and iron bed used during torture were so bright that they could reflect the figures of the people in front of them.
And the clean torture room doesn’t even match the word torture at all. Ji Mingjiang even thinks that this room can be used as a temporary rescue station as long as they put away the equipment. After all, there is a neat row of anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs on the shelves in the corner.
“Your equipment here is really perfect…” After seeing the furnishings of the entire room, Ji Mingjiang couldn’t help but marvel.
“It’s good to be prepared.” Rowlett said while opening the door after seeing the room cleaned, while also correcting the error in Ji Mingjiang’s words, “It’s ‘our’ equipment. No matter what your Highness decides to do in the future, right now you are a member of the royal family. You should treat this place as your home.”
Ji Mingjiang froze for a second after hearing this before he smiled and nodded.
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“Why did you bring him here?”
“After all, His Highness has been very helpful in this matter, and he is different from those other little mermaids. Besides, the environment of our torture room here is not too bad; I thought it would be okay to bring His Highness here to take a look.”
“I’m bored. Lin Nan and the others recently had exams and couldn’t be online for a long time. It’s not fun to play by myself.”
“…”
“Well……”
Gus had just woken up a little, and the dull pain of his forehead being slammed against the wall earlier came flooding back as he came to consciousness. The noisy conversation not far away intensified the burden on his still-dizzy brain.
After groaning, Gus slowly opened his eyes. The scene in front of him was blurred for a few seconds before becoming clear. He first looked down at his situation and found that he was tied behind an iron cross before looking up to where the voice had come from.
Three people stood there in a triangular position, and there were only two people he could see; one was Clarice, who captured him, and the other looked a little old. He should be Chief Steward Rowlett, who had been with Clarice all the time.
And the person blocked by Clarice…
Gus furrowed his brows. Why didn’t he know that Clarice had someone else he trusted this much besides Rowlett? And listening to their conversation just now, he was addressed as “Your Highness”? Is this a new member of the royal family that hadn’t been announced to the public before?
While he was pondering in secret, a hand tapped on Clarice’s shoulder. On top of that, under Gus’s shocked eyes, another slender white hand actually pinched Clarice’s chin!
“Don’t talk about me; the man you brought back is awake and looking at you.”
Accompanied by this inexplicably good-sounding voice that one couldn’t help but be entranced by, His Majesty’s esteemed head was forcefully snapped by the hand, just in time to meet Gus, who had an inquisitive look on his face.
Who looked at him…
At the sight of Clarice’s face, the pain in Gus’s forehead seemed to intensify. Behind Clarice, he looked at the owner of the voice, whose head was exposed because the other party turned his head.
The first thing he saw was a head of silky silver hair in a somewhat familiar configuration that made Gus’s eyelids twitch. Before he could figure out why, the familiar face that followed made him gasp. At the same time, his body slammed backward into the cold iron cross.
Wasn’t this the mermaid from the information he had gotten earlier?! Why would he be here?!
No, to be precise.
Gus looked at the other person’s lower body. What he should ask is, Why does this mermaid stand on the ground with two legs? !
Wait, before recovering from the shock, Gus suddenly felt something was wrong.
Wasn’t the mermaid’s line of sight blocked by Clarice just now? How did he see…
As soon as he realized this, a shadow was cast in front of Gus, and Clarice, who had arrived in front of him at some point, looked at him with cold eyes. He also held an electric shock baton in his hand.
“Tell me, who asked you to make that bottle of potion?”
“Your Majesty, what are you talking about? What potion? I…”
Although he had already been caught, Gus still lowered his eyes, avoiding Clarice’s provocative eyes, and said it innocently.
“I know you made the potion for Menguse Hollimawi. He has already confessed. Now I just need to know who instructed you.”
Layton interrupted with some impatience and asked bluntly.
Ji Mingjiang popped his head from behind Clarice and looked up and down at the researcher in a white coat in front of him. Oh no, now it’s a depressed researcher in a gray coat. “Is this person a beastman or an ordinary person? ” Do you need me to use my mental power to wake him up?”
Strictly speaking, he only used mental power to attack Zhang Cheng before, but he hadn’t gone deeper at that time for the sake of a quick battle, so it wasn’t very clear how aggressive his mental power is. He couldn’t help but be a bit moved by the good experimental material in front of him.
“A beastman. The direction of bestialization is not clear. You can try, but be a little bit more modest; just don’t make him stupid.”
If it was originally just a simple proposal from Ji Mingjiang, then he probably didn’t care too much about it. After all, a mermaid is mainly responsible for spiritual counseling, but talking about mental power attacks is a joke. Whether Clarice used some method to make this mermaid stand up with human legs or this mermaid was just different from others, in terms of mental power, there’s still a big difference.
Then Gus’s pupils were constricted for a moment by Clarice’s almost indulgent and restrained attitude. Why emphasize that last sentence specifically, this mermaid……
Before he could think of anything else, Gus’s spiritual sea suddenly became agitated, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell a salty and wet smell unique to the sea.
Raising his head, he crashed straight into a pair of deep eyes that were clear but inexplicably terrified him.
“Uh ahhhhh!!!”
A sharp mental force suddenly rushed into his mental sea, and Gus couldn’t help struggling crazily from the severe pain in his head. The iron cross collided violently with the iron chains that bound his body, making a crisp sound. The sound, accompanied by Gus’s painful howl, reverberated in the torture room.
It traveled all the way down the quiet hallway into the ears of Menguse Hollimawi, who was already lying peacefully in bed.
“…”
Unaware that there was an interrogation room in the distance, Menguse Hollimawi opened his eyes suddenly. He stared blankly at the ceiling, then shivered silently, and curled himself up.
Hugging his knees, Menguse Hollimawi felt deep regret once again, listening to the uninterrupted wailing. If there was a time machine, he would now want to go back to a week ago and stab his money-seeker self to death.
Help! He now feels that his life without any entertainment facilities is actually pretty good. How can this be called boring? This is obviously the kindness of His Majesty Clarice, specially arranged for him in order to let him ponder over and strive for a new life afterward, ooohhhh.