Chapter 179: Sia, the scapegoat
Difficulty from the Imperial Council?
After Tia left, Linn gently tapped the table with his index finger while thinking about the information she had just given.
It seems that early tomorrow morning, a certain noble councilor will be there in person to question him.
At that time, the three major churches and the military, as well as several princes and princesses who are interested in this matter, will probably be present for the notarization.
Perhaps out of inner fear of Yvesther's growing strength, the Imperial Council decided to gradually weaken her power by boiling frogs in some warm water.
In other words, it means forcing her to make a choice.
Every time she was put in front of her, it was a losing option.
At this moment, she is in jail, so Her Royal Highness must have lost some sense of proportion.
I just hope she won’t do anything drastic.
Because as of now, everything is still under Lynn's control.
As for the episode that just happened, it was just a sideshow on his whim.
Will the case be solved in another three days?
Lynn leaned on the seat, thoughtful.
According to common sense, even for an ordinary case, it will take at least several weeks from the time it is taken over to the time it is solved.
Not to mention the case of the limb recipient.
If we follow the regular process, there is only a three-day deadline, and even Lin En may be helpless.
After all, this is a serial murder case that has been unsolved for a whole year and a half. In addition to these secret organizations in the imperial capital being useless, there may be other possibilities.
With the efficiency and execution capabilities of the state machine, if you really want to accomplish something, it is difficult to encounter any obstacles.
Unless some parts in the machine are broken.
According to Linn's guess, certain families of members of the Imperial Parliament knew the inside story about the limb-replacer Birschmann, and even colluded with the demons and took the initiative to hide his whereabouts.
This is not a strange thing.
Therefore, the idea of catching the limb recipient within three days is simply a fantasy.
Everyone thinks so.
Those fools just put on a high-sounding appearance for their behavior, in order to make seemingly reasonable difficulties for Yvesther.
Her Royal Highness has never had a favorable situation in the imperial capital.
Even after he stood up in public in the political hall that day, the situation still did not improve.
In this way, Lin En stayed alone in the interrogation room for several hours, not knowing what he was thinking.
Unexpectedly, during this process, the Tianli Church did not send interrogators.
It seems that the old fox Connor is smarter than he thought.
I don't know how long it took, but according to Lin En's own calculation of the somatosensory time, it was probably around dusk before someone finally broke the calm in the interrogation room.
The one who opened the door was the old punisher who was responsible for guiding the way, and he was looking at him with evil eyes at the moment.
“It’s time to go back to the cell.”
He said in a hoarse voice.
Although it looks weak, Lin En is very sure that the opponent is definitely as powerful as a fourth-order transcendent, or even stronger.
After all, there were only a few jailors and guards in the entire prison.
Other than the fact that this old guy is too powerful, Linn can't think of other possibilities.
But right now, he can't use his extraordinary abilities. Even if he can, his second-level self can't beat the fourth-level one, let alone this ignorant old guy in front of him.
So he didn't resist, stood up obediently, and followed him.
The Prison of the Punisher is like a winding underground maze. It is countless times larger than the one at Augusta Manor. It is difficult to imagine how it was built.
"Which congressman is coming tomorrow?"
Lynn asked boredly as he followed the old punisher in shackles.
There are a total of twelve seats in the Imperial Parliament. They are not elected, but are held by twelve ancient and large families.
Even the Mosgra family is not qualified to be among them, because they have no inheritance and are an upstart with an unstable foundation. In the eyes of these families, they are regarded as nouveau riche.
And only by knowing which family the other party comes from can we have a slightly clearer view of the hostile forces behind the scenes.
Seeing his appearance, the old man smiled and said: "You seem to be confident? Do you think you have three His Highnesses behind you to rely on?"
The old man smiled sinisterly, which made people very uncomfortable.
Lynn shrugged: "Just think of it as a chat."
Hearing this, the old man smiled even more happily: "Blake Cortez." A name I have never heard of. .
"This man."
Lin En was about to continue asking something, but suddenly saw the old man stop.
Under his gaze, the old man slowly opened the prison door.
"We're here, let's go in."
Looking at the situation in the cell, Linn couldn't help but frowned: "Public cell? Isn't this a place for ordinary prisoners? I'm not a good person. Why aren’t special prisoners who have not been convicted given a single room?”
"Go in."
The old punisher still had a physically uncomfortable smile on his face, but he did not answer Linn's question.
Seeing this, Lin En had no expression on his face: "I want to see Her Royal Highness."
"I said, go in."
The expression on the face of the old punisher The sinister smile did not diminish, but there was a faint murderous intent exuding from his body.
As if forcing him.
Seeing this, Lin En couldn't help but look ugly, with a cold expression: "Who ordered you?"
"Go in, go in."
The old punisher The smile on his face finally disappeared, and his expression was cold and terrifying.
At the same time, an uncomfortable feeling, as if a knife was pressed against his throat, ran through Linn's body.
Under the pressure of this force, his body trembled slightly, his face became extremely pale, and a look of anger appeared in his eyes.
"I remember you."
He whispered these words, then turned and walked towards the public prison in front of him.
After his figure disappeared into the cell, the gloomy voice of the old punisher came from behind: "Welcome to Glostin."
"Bang!"< br>
With a muffled sound, the door was slammed shut.
“.”
The next second, the anger and confusion that had just remained on Lin En’s face instantly disappeared, replaced by a calm look.
It was as if those reactions in front of the old punisher were staged.
Joke.
How could he be frightened by something like this when he could look so calm in front of the devil?
He was just afraid that being too calm would make the other party suspicious and not let him stay in this public cell.
At this moment, in the spacious and dirty cell, more than thirty prisoners in ragged clothes were looking at him with flickering eyes.
"Newcomer?"
One of the strong men stood up slowly, with a dangerous look in his eyes.
And after seeing clearly that the person in front of him was just a skinny young man who seemed defenseless, he couldn't help but smile.
The thirty or so vicious prisoners around laughed together.
I thought that making such a big noise, and even offering a reduced sentence as a condition to impress them, was to deal with some extremely dangerous character.
I never thought that he was a little guy who looked like he couldn't even kill a chicken.
In normal times, it is simply a tool for them to entertain their sexual desires.
For a moment, the atmosphere became a little relaxed.
Not only them, but even Linn laughed.
If I’m really sleepy, someone will give me a pillow.
The front foot just casually poured a basin of dirty water on Sia, and now someone rushed over to provide evidence.
He absolutely loved those idiots hiding behind the scenes.
However, in order for Tia to find no flaws and maximize the plot deviation, these guys must die without any evidence.
Thinking of this, Linn clenched his fists.
(ps: I encountered a transitional plot during the coding process. The word "Cavan" is as strong as a monster and I can't defeat it with all my strength.)
Ask for the moon. Forget it and ask for it tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)