Chapter 4 Prisoners' Rights

I don't know if it's a hidden benefit of traveling through time, but Lin En can clearly feel that his thinking has become faster and more accurate, with a sense of clarity and clarity, as if all the cotton in his brain has been pulled out. The challenge of adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing hundreds of digits proved that this was not an illusion.

A healthy body cannot help Lin En resist bullets physically, but a sharp and energetic brain can provide strong help for him who is trapped in prison.

This brain has given Lin En more surprises.

Lin En, who enjoys the luxurious single room package bought for 5 soles, but has no intention of enjoying the semi-handmade, semi-natural and primitive bed, is surprised to find that his memory seems to be a little scary when he thinks about it for his life.

Any details of anything that happened recently can be clearly recalled, without any neglect or blurring like normal people. The overly detailed picture is replayed in front of his eyes like a videotape, and the smell, sound, emotion, and physical sensation brought by the picture are almost the same as the real reproduction.

It was exactly the same as the human condition called hyperthymesia before the time travel.

Thanks to hyperthymesia, I can remember many useful things!

Sitting on the corner of the bed with his hands on his knees, his slightly opened emerald eyes flashed with a thought from time to time, and Lin En habitually muttered to himself in a low voice.

"First meeting, Phillips Brothers' stolen goods sales point at No. 1 Squirrel Street... The client wore a black robe, hiding his whole body features, and his voice was that of a mature man... The job was negotiated and the work location was determined."

In the picture, the mysterious client just missed the wall sign in the alley when he was walking. The height of the wall sign was 1.75 meters. It was not raining at the time, and the dust in the alley was flying, but it did not leave the dirty stains that were common on the residents of the downtown area. Moreover, the client also mentioned that illiterate pickpockets were suitable for this.

A self-evident tone of superiority, perhaps thinking that these street thieves could not recognize the value of the stolen goods.

Indeed, the appearance of the [Secret of Abundance] that was too hard to wipe the butt was really bad.

"The second meeting was at 18 Portobello Road. There is an antique market on this street... The client was still wearing a black robe, but this time when he paid the deposit, he showed his left hand, with a silver ring on his index finger, with calluses and burnt marks... The floor in the central city was relatively clean, and there were mud marks... The mud marks under his feet were the mud unique to the Fish Market River..."

What happened next was that enthusiastic citizens entered the house to help the owner move for free. The content of the move was to make valuable and easy-to-carry objects disappear. At that time, Lin En's job was to look out. If patrolmen appeared, he had to attract their attention and cover them. The work that night was surprisingly smooth. Under the gas street lights, there was no sight of those figures in windbreakers and high hats.

It seems that [The Secret of Abundance] did not grow legs and run away by itself.

Lin En shook his head hard, and threw out of his mind the curious picture of several big white legs growing under a book and running away.

This continent's cognition of mystery is in a semi-public state. The government neither admits nor denies it, and the church is strangely casual and harmonious when preaching. In any case, at least within the legal framework of the Kingdom of Albion, Lynn is more confident that he can convince Detective Douglas to help.

‘It’s all for survival. Even if I’m shot, I may not be able to go back…’

Without the slightest bit of tiredness, he looked up at the moon outside the small window of the prison. The gauze-like glow fell on his handsome and uneasy face, and then his little head slowly and heavily lowered. Lynn never missed his small rental house where he hadn’t finished his instant noodles.

Look up at the bright moon, and look down at your hometown.

It was not until this moment that Lynn and Li Bai had a real emotional resonance.

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Lynn Moriarty, the son of a businessman, is a very pitiful little guy. The kind-hearted Mr. Douglas’ impression of him is that he is a helpless little quail. The sluggish economy has created such a group of bankrupt poor people, and this prosperous [Steam City] is no exception.

Douglas saw that if the poor people could do nothing, he would help them a little, such as buying some food, trying to pass on the gifts, or talking to them to show his power. He did not think that he would lower his status by doing so, and he did not expect to get anything in return from these poor people.

In this okay world, this is all he can do.

Playing with the pen with a round belly, Douglas, a second-level detective with a serious and intimidating face, was not in a good mood. The reason for his bad mood was the flattery of a colleague with a mustache. He easily got rid of the blame on himself, but Douglas was scolded by the superintendent.

Someone has to pay for the recent deterioration of public security, and this person is definitely not the superintendent.

'Bah, cunning Anthony, a shameless villain, who can't wait to rush over and kneel down to lick the boots of the superintendent when he sees him. Humph, "Superintendent father, Superintendent grandfather", I don't know how easy it is to call them that in private, they became detectives by licking their lips, but in the end, the job still falls on us. '

When you are working diligently, the job that does not belong to you ends up on your head because of your colleagues' flattery, and there is no benefit such as overtime pay. Anyone would feel aggrieved and annoyed.

The Superintendent cannot be scolded, so he is naturally rude to the flatterers of the same level as himself. Unfortunately, due to the times, education, cultivation and other reasons, Mr. Douglas is not good at practicing Zaun language. He can't feel good by cursing the flatterer and his family in his heart.

Mr. Douglas was undoubtedly unhappy when he came to work this morning.

What made him even more unhappy was that William, who came out of the underground prison with a smell of sweat and stink, dared to come to his office.

"Officer Douglas, someone asked me to bring you a message." William bowed his head and looked like a royal soldier asking me to bring you a message.

In the workplace food chain of Elba Field, underground prison guards are at the bottom of the existence, which means that there is little oil and water to be scraped.

This also led to their eating appearance when sucking blood being particularly fierce and bad, and was despised by others who pay attention to gentlemanly manners and aristocratic rules.

"Who is it?" Although Douglas hated this guy, he didn't want to make himself look mean and sarcastic because of this.

"A tender young man named Lynn Moriarty. He said he needs your help and can help you. I don't know the rest."

"Oh? It was him. How did he get locked up?"

"This... Officer Anthony's people threw him in. He was not brought in for questioning." William, who kept his word, looked around carefully, whispered and slipped away immediately.

Anthony's people? Not brought in for questioning?

Detective Douglas's thick fingers playing with the pen suddenly stopped. A smile flashed across his serious features. It seemed that he could go and talk to Lynn about the progress of the investigation into his parents' disappearance. By the way, try to respect the basic rights of prisoners as those greedy lawyers say.

'Ha, this world is getting weirder and weirder. Do prisoners still have rights? '

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