The day after his arrest, due to the specificity and sensitivity of his status, Garion was held in a solitary temporary cell.

The last image he saw yesterday was Beard dropping his collar and slamming his fist into the wall.

Before leaving, he just glanced at Garion with resentment and slammed the door without saying a word.

In his eyes, the young man smiling with his hands in his trouser pockets was like a devil who looked directly into people's hearts, seeing through all the darkness in his heart.

Originally, the Paris police wanted to be arraigned again, but the superiors suddenly ordered everyone to suspend Galian's interrogation and transfer him to a temporary solitary confinement, and no one was allowed to act rashly.

As for the reason, not a word was said above.

As Gallian envisioned, this illegal arrest has turned into a battle of public opinion between the republicans and the government.

A few rays of the sun shone there, but they were swallowed up by the boundless darkness, and there was not a single ripple on the cold gray-white walls. The air you breathe is filled with a hopelessly damp and cold.

The sturdy iron door cut him off from the outside world, except for the occasional sound of metal slamming outside the thick door, a few slices of hard, hard-to-swallow bread passing through the small hole in the door, and finally only the sound of footsteps fading away, and finally returning to dead silence.

In a dark corner, there was the creak of rats foraging for food, and a pair of small vigilant eyes were watching Garion sitting on the ground.

Except for the last rough greeting, there was no news for almost a night. He was hung in this cramped cell, sharing a room with rats.

Garion tore the bread and threw it to the rat in the corner, muttering to himself, "Animals are willful, right and wrong, and they don't say a word." Maggots may be unclean, but they don't pretend to be high; Birds and beasts of prey take weaker animals as bait, which may be said to be ferocious, but they have never raised the banner of justice and justice. What Mr. Lu Xun said, I am now empathizing with this. ”

The rat seemed to respond to Garion's sloquery, looking up at him with a sniff.

The faint light seeping through the cracks in the window bars reminded Garian of Chekhov's eerie "Sixth Ward," in which the people were trapped in an authoritarian and oppressive mental hospital, unable to move.

Footsteps came from the silent hallway outside the door, trampling on the solid floor, getting closer. Then he heard the grinding sound of the key turning as it was inserted into the doorway, followed by a slight "click" as the door to the cell slowly opened.

The cowardly rat quickly burrowed into the hole in the wall and disappeared, leaving only the crumbs of bread that had been gnawed on the ground.

Garion raised his head, and before he could get used to the bright and harsh light outside the room, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, and then narrowed his eyes, vigilantly watching the uninvited guests who broke in.

"Garion, your lawyer is here."

The policeman guarding the prison said to the people who followed him in an indifferent tone, "You only have half an hour, if you have anything to say, hurry up!" ”

Baudelaire and Gambita finally meet Garian. At this time, half of his body was hidden in the dark shadows, there was no panicked look on his face, his hands folded on his legs, and he looked indifferently at the visitor who walked in. It wasn't until his gaze was fixed on Baudelaire that he softened.

Compared with those prisoners who were crying and crying bitterly, Gan Bida felt that the young man in front of him was a little calm.

He even sat on the cold ground in a daze as if nothing had happened.

"I've wronged you, Galion."

Baudelaire stepped forward and took him by the shoulders and looked him up and down to make sure that the police had tortured him to extract a confession.

Garion smiled and said, "It's okay, except for restricting your freedom, there are just no books to entertain." ”

Baudelaire asked with concern, "Did they do anything to you?" ”

Garion shook his head and said, "They didn't torture me much, if I'm not mistaken, it should be that Mr. Baudelaire started to use public opinion to put pressure on the Paris police department, right?" It is also possible that there is a condemnation outside now, so they do not dare to make any radical moves. ”

Baudelaire was stunned for a moment, not expecting Garion to be locked up in the prison and still be able to guess what was going on outside, so he had to smile and admit with a smile, "Yes, basically everyone else is on your side now, and we can't stand idly by and watch what happened yesterday." Oh yes, I'll introduce you to that. ”

Baudelaire raised his hand and introduced the young man standing beside Garion.

"This is the lawyer I hired for you, and he will defend you."

"Are you Barrister Ganbi?"

Hearing this familiar name, Garion raised his head in surprise and looked at the young lawyer in front of him, who was not much older than him. His eyes twinkled.

His immature face did not hide his heroic character, and he was still a fledgling lawyer, not yet a political spokesman for the republicans and a mainstay of resistance to the Prussian invaders in the Franco-Prussian War.

Had it not been for the surrender of the overwhelming majority of the top leaders of the Provisional Government of the Third Republic, the defeat in the Franco-Prussian War might have been rewritten in his hands.

"Yes, I'm Leon Gambita, and Mr. Garion knows me?"

Gan Bida looked at the calm young man in front of him with some curiosity, as if he didn't realize that he was in a dangerous situation.

Staying in a prison that symbolizes Bonaparte's totalitarianism and oppression, he can still calmly say that there are no books here.

"No, I've only heard that Barrister Gambi was a staunch republican who volunteered to be the accuser of the French Empire."

Garion held out his hand and said with a calm smile, "Nice to meet you, Barrister Ganbi." ”

After a short greeting, Gan Bida went straight to the point, he said, "We all know that you have been wronged, and you are not a revolutionary party at all, so I have a few important questions to figure out next......

"You're mistaken, Your Excellency."

Garion suddenly interjected, pausing Ganbida's movements, who were originally flipping through the papers, and he looked up at the young man in front of him and repeated, "Well, sorry, I didn't figure it out. You just said I was mistaken, what was wrong? ”

Holding his chin in his left hand, Garion drew a strange arc of a smile, and he said calmly, "The person I saved that night was indeed Blanqui. ”

"Wait, Garion, what are you talking nonsense!"

Baudelaire was anxious, and hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "This is simply an unjust, false and wrongful case created by Bonaparte's eagle dogs!" ”

Gan Bida didn't expect Garion to admit it so generously, and he didn't know how to continue for a while.

"Don't worry, listen to me first."

Garian motioned for the two to be quiet for a moment, as the conversation took a sharp turn.

"I saved him, but I ......"

Gan Bida hurriedly said, "But what? ”