At this time, Pat was in the iron bars of his cell. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he held the iron bar with both hands, with an innocent look, and asked the prison guards in black uniforms outside, "Hey." Where's this, man?"

The prison guard was silent, apparently having been told something.

"Don't tell me that St. Oder's Prison, the capital of a country, is only a little bit bigger, it's too shabby. ”

The gloomy light and humid air are the universal belongings of the prison. But there are other things here, such as floors made of sharp gravel and iron fences that have long been rusted by the air.

"Curiosity is not a good habit, and it is a virtue to be silent here. Hopefully, these foods will gag your mouth. After handing a plate from a small window on the ground, the guard turned around and left these words with a blank face. After that, he walked out of the solitary cell.

The door closed, and the entire cell was plunged back into darkness, and there was not even a single window for light to enter.

Pat decided that when he got out of here, he would have to complain to the local lord about the prison's poor lighting.

After being taken away by police officers at the station, he was blindfolded and taken into a carriage in a place that was out of public view. No one helped treat the gunshot wound, but fortunately the bleeding had stopped. Pat didn't complain anything to anyone. Some time later, Pat, who was supposed to be taken to the police station for questioning, was taken straight to the small cell.

He sniffed the smell of conspiracy from it.

A sandwich, a bowl of vegetable soup. The food on the plate is monotonous. Pat picked up the plate and leaned in to smell it. He seemed to realize something, picked up the bowl of soup, and poured it down the iron fence.

Whew――

The railings were corroded by the pungent smell. Looks like someone wants Pat's life.

But he couldn't have any food left, which would force them to murder him in a different way, and things would undoubtedly get worse. Thinking of this, Pat picked up the sandwich and bit it down.

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Eric was in a trance, and the pain in his body still haunted him. Although his mind was not yet fully clear, he came to the conclusion that he was no longer on the train because he could not feel the slightest bump in the magic train. He tried to think about it, but couldn't find an answer. The last image of the memory is frozen when he boarded the train and fell to the ground from exhaustion.

Maybe he was thrown out of the car by someone.

Something went wrong with his proud memory ability, and Eric couldn't help but panic. He felt something strange on his face, and tried to touch it with his hands, but he found that he couldn't.

His hands were tied.

And, not just his hands, from his shoulders to his ankles, his entire body was held to the bed with rope. The rope is thick and feels like hemp rope. Not only that, but his eyes were blindfolded, and his mouth was glued with adhesive tape, and he couldn't make any sound. A sheet of cloth covered his entire body, like a corpse in a morgue. Next, Eric may be sent directly to the incinerator.

What the hell is going on.

Eric's breathing became heavy, and nothing frightened more than the unknown. Who did it? Justin's henchmen? How did he know where he was going, and how did he follow him on the train? Eric didn't believe that anyone else could use his hitchhiking skills.

But never sitting still is what makes Eric so special.

The confusion of thinking is terminated under the control of reason. Eric begins a plan to break free. The first thing to break free was his hands, Eric's elbows were at his sides, his hands were tied above his chest, and a loop of rope was tied around his wrists. He endured the pain in his muscles and expelled the air from his lungs, allowing his chest to collapse as much as possible. The hand moved down the extra space to the bottom of the body. Now, there should be a little gap in the wrist.

Now, all Eric had to do was rub his hands together to loosen the rope. It would have left him with abrasions on his wrists, but it was nothing compared to his life.

Minutes ticked by, and Eric calculated with the swing of his feet, and now about two hours had passed since he woke up. His ears are constantly watching the changes around him. A distant noise lingered in Eric's ears, giving Eric a guess as to where it was.

It seems that this is not some inaccessible wilderness.

Presumably the person who knotted the ropes was a novice, so the loops were more or less loose, and Eric's hands were free without incident. The next task is to escape the lower body from the rope loop. He had to turn sideways, curl his legs up as far as he could, and push the rope below his chest down with his hands until his legs came out.

Apparently it wasn't that difficult, and it only took Eric five minutes to get the job done. Eventually, as long as his whole body is shifted downward, he can break free from the rope and regain his freedom.

The air in the room suddenly flowed, and Eric heard the sound of a cloth rubbing. Someone entered the room!

The visitor did not deliberately conceal his arrival, and the footsteps gradually approached. Eric struggled, an act intended to hide his small movements under the sheet. He was straightening the loose rope in his hands with both hands, and these would signal to anyone that he was still tied strongly.

Waiting for the other party to get closer, Eric is confident that he will subdue the other party.

The man walked around the house in a haphazard manner, and finally sat down beside Eric, but he didn't say a word. The sheets covering his whole body were lifted to his chest by the visitor, and the adhesive tape in his mouth was slowly torn off by the visitor.

Eric swallowed and didn't make a sound. Since the other party did not realize that he was free, he was happy to see what the others would do.

After a sporadic sound, a spoon reached into his mouth, tilting slowly against Eric's tongue. Then, a sweet taste came to his taste buds, which was broth.

It turned out to be the person in charge of feeding him.

Spoonful after spoonful, the broth melted into Eric's stomach and made him feel much more comfortable. After a few bites, Eric tentatively spoke.

"Who are you?"

The answer was answered by a strange thick male voice: "You have been arrested, sir." I'm in charge of guarding the prisoners here. ”

Eric continued, "I don't remember a sin. ”

"No one who came here remembers, sir. ”

Fare evasion? That's a violation of the law. Eric was a little weak-hearted.

"Where is this?"

"No comment. The mysterious man said.

"In my current situation, this doesn't look like a regular prison. ”

"......" The man fell silent, put down the bowl, and put a hand to Eric's mouth, grabbing the tape from Eric's mouth.

He wants to stick it again!

Eric couldn't pass up his hard-earned opportunity to communicate, and he wanted to know more about the enemy. Again, wait at least a few hours for your next feeding. "No, no, no, pause! I think there's probably some misunderstanding...... I'm actually a detective and belong to the Concede Police Department. I must have been subjected to a ...... when I came here. Some kind of framing. ”

However, the other party said, "This is your excuse for hiding a gun? You didn't find any documents on you, and I don't know where Conced was." "He's a lot of talkers, and he's not just a feeder. From his words, Eric learns that he was involved in the search and that the pistol was confiscated.

Eric tried to figure it out: "Conceid, my hometown. A small town in the Midwest. The scenery there is not pleasant, but there are a lot of beautiful women. You'll love it there. ”

"I don't like your rogue tone, sir. The other party lost his patience, and he once again stuck the tape to Eric's mouth.

Well, since we can't get more information, we have to do it another way.

Eric's body suddenly broke out of the rope and pulled the cloth sheet to the left, and his legs bounced off the bed, and his left and right feet spread out to attack the other party.

The other party's reflexes obviously can't keep up with Eric's movements. The mysterious man, who couldn't dodge, was caught between Eric's legs and then flipped to the ground. Eric clasped his opponent's arms behind him with both hands, immobilizing him.

I have to say, that action was lightning fast.

Eric freed up one arm and removed the blindfold and tape from his mouth, "Now, I'm going to interrogate you in your nasty rogue tone." ”

finally regained his sight, but the dress of the person in front of him startled Eric.

A circus clown.