Chapter 34: The Sinking Sea (1)

"Name?"

"Isn't it written on the file you have?"

"...Why do you want to kill people?"

"Because it's too boring."

"Please answer the questions seriously. This is not a joke."

"I'll ask you again, your real name. Don't try to fool me. Everyone knows that the names on the files are just code names."

"Okay... you're so stubborn." "

My name is Eleanor."

The person on the other side probably still didn't believe her, but continued to ask questions after her lazy words, throwing all the questions at her. The young woman had deep red eyes that were far more dazzling than the setting sun, and a faint smile, as if she was teasing the inspector in front of her.

"You can check again. Although you may still find nothing, it's better to have an explanation." She casually revealed the facts, tilted her head to look at the one-way glass, and smiled, "Why not let your chief come in and talk to me." A

familiar tall figure came into view, sat down, raised his hand, and signaled the other inspectors beside him to leave temporarily.

The surveillance was turned off.

Eleanor finally raised her eyes.

"Long time no see." Cecil had a false smile on his face, obviously recognizing the identity of the person in front of him. Eleanor was not surprised. She played with the earrings in her hand. The Judgment Tower did not allow the wearing of such precious metal jewelry inlaid with diamonds, so it was better to take them off early.

"From the night watch to the clematis, what a surprise. How did you avoid unity? Eleanor?"

Cecil raised the tone of the last syllable as if he did it on purpose. He folded his hands, but his ten fingers did not completely insert into the finger gaps, but just loosely held them, looking very interested. "Can I know? I promise not to tell anyone."

Eleanor said mercilessly: "No."

"Okay." The young chief sighed: "What a pity, I just want to know you better."

"But no matter what your purpose is, I don't recommend you to enter the Judgment Tower, Even a plunderer is just an ordinary person when his superpowers are stripped away. It's not too late for you to regret now. I can find a scapegoat for you."

Eleanor was a little surprised, but then she thought that if she agreed, it would be equivalent to owing Cecil a favor. It made sense that he was willing to help for no reason.

How could an egoist be so kind.

"No need."

Cecil knew that she would not run to a dangerous place without any certainty, and since the other party had clearly refused, there was no need for him to continue to be cold to him.

So he smiled, stood up and walked out of the interrogation room, "Well, good luck to you."

The wound on Motier's neck still retained the aura of Eleanor's supernatural power. Although Vespero's body was not found, he appeared with her in the end, and she also admitted it herself. Eleanor's guilt was nailed on the board. The

top leaders of the imperial capital angrily stated that Eleanor should be handed over to them for personal handling, but the Procuratorate rejected the request firmly.

Imprisoned in the Judgment Tower without a time limit.

Eleanor will not be sentenced to death because she is a plunderer. No matter how many crimes she has committed, she will only be imprisoned in the dark Judgment Tower.

This is also unreasonable. Eleanor thought casually that she was a predator, but she didn't like it.

The prosecution process went smoothly, and the verdict was quickly handed down and executed. Eleanor was sent to the Trial Tower for identity verification and to check if she was carrying any prohibited items. Eleanor felt neither sad nor happy in her new clothes. She wanted to go back a little.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the Trial Tower provided solid-color prison uniforms with no extra patterns except for the numbers, which was at least acceptable.

The observer was trying not to laugh, the small ball of light was shaking in her mind, "It's okay, it will pass soon, hahahaha..."

Eleanor: "...I'll go and kill you later."

Observer: "Sister, I was wrong."

Observer: "But there is a question, why wasn't Cecil surprised when he saw you were a girl?"

"...Have you forgotten that Bai He is not a man?" Eleanor complained speechlessly, and then followed the prison guard into the interior of the Judgment Tower.

The Judgment Tower has a floor area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters. The "tower"-shaped building is truly soaring into the sky, solemn and dignified, making people realize their own insignificance and feel fear.

The air in the prison was filled with the smell of rust and dampness. It was cold, dull, and filled with a sense of depression that was about to collapse. The environment did not become clean until you entered the exclusive area for predators.

Predators would be held in isolation. The single cells were fully equipped and clean to the point of being brand new. The style was out of tune with the entire prison and was more luxurious than the cheap hotels outside. Eleanor sat on the made bed and sighed, then thought again.

The imperial capital would not let Makusuke go so easily. At the very least, they would find a way to get him into the Judgment Tower to make him suffer.

The high-ranking officials here were just lambs to be slaughtered.

She worried for a few seconds, and soon fell asleep in bed.

Observer: "..."

Are you here for vacation?

Plunderers enjoy supreme privileges wherever they are, and the Judgment Tower is no exception.

They don't have to follow the tower's schedule, and they don't even need to undergo labor reform. They have their own entertainment rooms and lounges. Even if they no longer need food, their appetites still exist, so the Judgment Tower has set up a new cafeteria with a rich variety of dishes.

"It's really... interesting."

The observer's heart was pounding when Eleanor said this with a smile.

She didn't sleep for long. She stayed in the room and read the book she brought with her for a while before walking out.

She said it under the pretext of saying hello to the new neighbors.

The handcuffs exerting strong pressure on her hands were extremely heavy. Eleanor tried, but her ability could not be used. However, she had previously asked the observer to redeem her popularity and maintain the appearance of "Clematis", so there would be no problem with this, and there was nothing else to worry about.

"Newcomer? There haven't been newcomers in the tower for a long time."

The strange voice with ill intentions was thorny. She slowly turned around and looked at the people who surrounded her. Her beautiful face attracted people's attention. She was a beautiful rose that could be easily picked.

It was so bright that it seemed to shine into the gloom here.

This newcomer was too beautiful.

There weren't many female prisoners in the tower, not to mention such pretty ones. He felt a little itchy, and remembered the order from the master, so he could only suppress his thoughts, but he still couldn't control his desire to talk: "It's not easy for newcomers in the tower, if you are willing to talk to me, maybe..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and was kicked directly against the wall, with such force that he sank into it.

There was silence. Others dared not speak, and the people passing by in the hall all slowed down their steps, as if they had just noticed the prefix of the number on her clothes, a small triangle, a pyramid, and the identity of the plunderer behind it.

"Such rudeness is not my style." The beautiful and charming newcomer smiled and grabbed the collar of the person next to her. She tilted her head and said, "Who sent you here?"

"Ah... the people in District E..." She glanced at the letter in front of the person's number and raised her eyebrows. The smile on her face was really permeable, and the remaining accomplices of the person were terrified.

"Why don't you take me to see the predators in your District E?"

The predators have their own territory and also control the other five districts. District E is the most inconspicuous one among them. There are also insignificant low-level criminals in it who have no rights. And the Procuratorate basically does not ask about the internal situation of the Judgment Tower.

After all, pain is also part of the punishment.

Eleanor followed them into the library. A strange man was sitting at the long table in the middle. He was wearing a dark blue uniform that was loosely draped over his body. He had sharp eyes and looked angry when he stared at people without any expression. He

was very fierce and difficult to tame. He might bite people.

She thought disapprovingly. Of course, she liked such challenging things.

The handcuffs that restricted superpowers were not connected together, but just coldly circled the wrists. The wrists were still able to move freely, and the hard material could also be used as a weapon. Eleanor pulled open the chair opposite and sat down amid the panicked gazes.

"...Who brought her here?" The man was so scared that he almost fainted on the spot when the cold eyes swept over him. He could only bite the bullet and answer tremblingly, fearing that his head would fall off accidentally. "Yes, she insisted on coming here. I couldn't stop her."

"Oh, don't make the atmosphere so awkward."

Eleanor knocked on the table, and her fingers were twirling her curly hair casually. She was more leisurely than the owner of this place, which made him narrow his eyes. "It's not a good leader to get angry at your subordinates." "

Is it your turn to speak?"

"I really don't have the qualifications, but..."

The black water extended from the place covered by the shadow, climbed over the calves and climbed to the shoulders, forming a collar and locked tightly around his neck. The other end of the long chain was held by her hand.

Eleanor had stood beside him without knowing when, looking down at him, "You have to fight for your right to speak, right?

"

"What's your name?"

Eleanor pinched his chin and looked up at him. She was not so good-tempered and was used to solving problems in a more direct way. At the same time, as a superior, she liked others to obey her. She had always been like this, "I hate disobedient people."

He didn't know why the restraint of handcuffs would not work on her, but it didn't stop him from feeling annoyed. This was a shame.

Pain came from his chin, and he finally answered reluctantly: "Silver Wolf."

The Judgment Tower did not allow people to call each other by their names. The looters did not like digital numbers, so they took different code names on their own.

Eleanor let go of her hand with satisfaction, and she rubbed Silver Wolf's head.

"Good dog."

"Then you will tell me about other predators."

The silver wolf stared at her for a long time before squeezing out a few words from between its teeth, with disgust: "I will kill you."

"Really?" Eleanor's smile deepened, she clamped the silver wolf's open mouth against its sharp canine teeth, her tone was weird with excitement: "Biting people is not a good habit."

"Do you need me to help you correct it?"