Chapter 197: A Small Drink (1)

Chapter 197: A Small Drink (1)

Dennis nodded and, in a show of understanding, extended his right hand as well.

The chief drew a symbol on Dennis's wrist, and his sentence was directly reduced by ten thousand years.

"This..."

"This is your reward. As long as you continue to provide effective clues, you'll be able to get out of your current situation quickly. You're talented, and we in the Wapeng city never bury talents."

Dennis nodded, his curiosity drawn to a corner of the desk. Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

There lay a library card.

In the Hive Mind space, Kanon had once shared the B-Series rules, stating that one needs a library card to enter the city library, and to get a library card, one must at least be a second-class citizen.

Gu Yi had mentioned the importance of the library. Maybe he could use this opportunity to explore the library?

"Chief, I have a request."

"What is it?"

"Could I borrow your library card?" Dennis pointed to the corner of the desk, "I can wait on reducing my sentence. I'd like to take a look at the library."

"Why is that?"

"I've always liked reading. As a third-class citizen, I don't really have any interesting leisure activities. The only place I can go for entertainment is the casino, and that's too boring."

"I see."

The Police Chief scratched his head, thinking it wasn't much of an issue.

As long as one has a library card, anyone can enter the library; they don't restrict access based on the citizen's class.

After thinking for a moment, the station master said, "Alright, take it. I haven't been going to the library much lately anyway."

"Thank you, chief!"

Dennis nodded, turned around, and left the office.

...

In the real world.

The armed conflict between the Dragon Country and neighboring countries was intensifying. At this point, aside from the strategy teams from various countries, very few people were paying attention to the strategies for the Weird world.

That night, Xi Wang was sleeping in the dormitory when she suddenly heard a harsh roaring sound from the sky.

Startled from her sleep, Xi Wang pushed open the window and looked up into the sky.

It looked like a massive meteor streaking across the western sky, but upon closer inspection, it was not a meteor but a missile.

The missile landed in the west, igniting half of the sky. It was a long time before Xi Wang heard the deafening explosion.

Xi Wang quickly picked up her phone and dialed Qu Kangping's number.

"Team leader."

"What's up?"

"I saw a missile in the sky." Xi Wang asked anxiously, "Is there really a war going on?"

Qu Kangping replied with a bitter laugh, "Bear Country couldn't hold out any longer and has now declared war on its neighboring countries, even resorting to using weapons of mass destruction. I didn't expect that we, being so far away, could see the explosion of a missile."

They clinked bottles.

Gu Yi took a sip of wine and immediately felt refreshed; surprisingly, the drink had the effect of helping to restore mental strength. He couldn't resist and took a few more gulps.

"Tastes good, doesn't it?"

"Mm."

Both tried to find topics of conversation but seemed unable to.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Why do you offer such low prices to those people? Just twenty years to buy ores?" Gu Yi paused before adding, "If they get caught, they're sentenced to ten thousand years. The cost and the gain are completely disproportionate."

Er Gou laughed heartily, put down the bottle, and said leisurely, "You're from our school, yet you forgot the exam questions?"

"What?"

"Now let me ask you, would you trade your life for money?"

"No, I wouldn't, not for any amount."

"In today's era, sentences are like debts. We labor, we contribute, as if repaying a debt. Guess how many miners in the mine are trading their lives for money?

To save money on renting breathing apparatuses, they use the simplest helmets for protection. The slow ones die within a year, the quick ones in three days, all to earn an extra thirty to fifty years off their sentences."

"It's so hard, I'd rather die."

"Die? If only it were that simple."

These sentences don't just disappear into thin air.

Even after you die, they make your soul work, enduring tortures no less than when alive.

So, they'd rather exert every effort while alive to earn even a month off their sentence than to suffer endless torment after death.

Working in the mine, you're always working for someone else. But trading with me, you get real net income.

Elsewhere, a tiny mistake results in thousands to tens of thousands of years in sentences.

Walk too fast indoors, a thousand years.

Talk too much to a high-class citizen, a thousand years.

For wearing the wrong clothes, going to the wrong places, seeing what shouldn't be seen, a thousand years.

See, whatever you do, it's the same.

The standard of judgment is in 'His' hands, never leaving room for rebuttal.

In that case, it's better to earn a bit more. After all, trading sentence time is feasible under 'His' rules.

With me, they can enjoy temporary freedom, remove their heavy helmets, and freely dodge the rules, so they are very willing to trade with me, no matter how exorbitant the price.

In their eyes, freedom is the most valuable thing.

And only by my side, can they breathe freely.

You needn't pity them, nor reproach me. The world is just like this."