Chapter 78 The Prison Break Plan
On this day, when Arthur walked into the D-Lab laboratory, he was told that he didn't need to come anymore.
"Is there something wrong with my work?" Arthur asked the team leader.
The team leader looked troubled and pulled Arthur into his office, saying, "No, you did a great job. Several patients have shown a significant improvement in their appetite, and that's thanks to you. It's just that... people from other teams have found out about your actions."
"Hmm, I haven't been in contact with anyone from other groups?" Arthur asked, puzzled.
“No contact was needed; someone saw you. The word got to our fiercely competitive rival group, and they reported us.”
"Report me?" Arthur was taken aback. "Why would you report me?"
"They're not reporting you, they're reporting us," the team leader corrected. "They're reporting us for making decisions without authorization and adding temporary staff without reporting to our superiors, which is a violation of personnel regulations."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know there was such a rule here."
“Arthur, you don’t need to apologize. We’re the ones who hired you. Besides, there are so many rules and regulations here. No one strictly follows them all. Any group can find a lot of faults!” the group leader said indignantly. “But since we’ve been caught doing something wrong, we can’t keep you here any longer. You’ve done an excellent job, and this is your reward.”
The team leader handed over a small briefcase. Arthur opened it and saw that it was full of bundles of banknotes. His face showed a genuine expression of surprise. He knew this was "hush money."
"Arthur, don't say a word about anything that happened here!"
"Don't worry, I keep my mouth shut and never talk nonsense."
The team leader was very satisfied and, to express his apology, even sent someone to bring Ferris and his son back to the Yeshan Rehabilitation Center.
Liam was overjoyed to see Arthur return: "Hey buddy! You're finally back! I've saved the head chef's position for you!"
And so, Arthur went back to his old job as a temporary researcher.
"Joseph, be a good boy and don't run around. We'll go home together after get off work," Arthur said, patting his son's head.
“Okay, Dad!” the little boy replied obediently.
This was the little detective's first visit to the rehabilitation center. Curious children can't stay still, so he wandered around, looking here and there.
Then he saw a little girl: she was looking at him too.
Fate is a wonderful thing. There will always be one or two people in your life who can change the course of your life with just one glance.
The first person the young detective encountered like this was Ran Mouri, and that's when he experienced what it meant to be moved.
But the girl in front of him evoked feelings of pity in him.
This is an extremely beautiful little girl; to call her pretty would be too cliché.
For a moment, he felt as if he had seen a little Snow White who had stepped out of a fairy tale, if she hadn't been wearing a hospital gown.
The little girl tilted her head and looked at the little boy, who was slightly shorter than her, then looked up at him with a pitiful expression and asked, "Nurse, why doesn't he have to wear a hospital gown?"
“That child isn’t sick; he’s not a patient here. Let’s go!” the nurse urged.
"Why are you here if you're not a patient? I don't want to wear this either..." The little girl tugged at her blue and white striped clothes, pouting as if she was about to cry. "I want to wear a dress."
The nurse was getting impatient and tried to forcibly pull the sulking little girl away. Joseph stepped forward and comforted her, saying, "You'll be able to wear pretty little dresses soon!"
"Really?" the little girl asked expectantly, her eyes sparkling.
"Yes, absolutely! Once you're better, you can wear whatever you want. You'll get better very soon!"
"Great! I can wear a dress soon!" The little princess clapped her hands with delight, her voice sweet and melodious, and then obediently followed the nurse.
However, the young detective showed no joy.
He knew the girl was ill. Her pale face and dull, lifeless black hair were typical features of a sick person. Unfortunately, she wouldn't get better.
This is not because the doctors here are incompetent, but because this medical institution, which is called a "rehabilitation center," does not aim at the recovery of patients: either they are laid to rest or they are left to linger on.
What will become of her?
The young detective dared not think too much about it, feeling a heavy sadness weighing on his heart.
After get off work, Arthur drove his son home.
The kitten sitting in the passenger seat was unusually quiet, wearing sunglasses and lying silently by the car window.
The cat father found it strange and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The fifth floor is the children's ward."
The man, having roughly guessed the reason, said, "Those children are orphans living in welfare institutions. They all have terminal illnesses and we can't afford treatment, so..."
"I don't think many of them are that sick."
"Some diseases don't show up on your face so directly."
The young detective lowered his head and remained silent.
“I know it’s upsetting to see this. But Akai told me that the police are aware of these incidents and that once they have gathered enough evidence, these illegal rehabilitation centers will be shut down and those children will receive treatment and care.”
"Um."
The response was unexpectedly cold. The man asked softly, "Did you encounter anyone or anything?"
"It's nothing, I just did something stupid," the young detective said, scratching his head in frustration.
The man became even more nervous: "What did you do?"
"He said a few silly things, don't ask anymore." The kitten curled up in its seat, looking extremely resistant to continuing the discussion, so the cat father wisely didn't press the matter.
After dinner, Arthur spread out a map and calculated the distances and steps around the prison, the angles and positions of the firepower, and so on, making final preparations for the prison break plan.
"Joseph, don't you want to help?" The usually enthusiastic detective was unusually quiet this time, not giving any instructions. This was really unusual!
Arthur sighed, pushed the map aside, and looked at the serious-looking little boy, asking, "Shall we talk?"
The detective, who had been deep in thought, suddenly looked up and said, "I want to rescue all the patients in the rehabilitation center!"
Arthur was taken aback by this nonsensical remark and didn't react for a moment: "What did you say?"
“I mean, I can’t wait for the FBI, I’m going to take care of this!” This resolute tone suggested that he had started planning this on his way back.
"Joseph, can you calm down? This is a very complicated matter, involving a complex chain of interests. Acting rashly will only lead to more harm than good. There have been cases where journalists tried to expose the inside story before, but in the end, it was the journalists who got dealt with."
"Of course I know!"
"Then why can't we wait for the FBI to handle this matter properly?"
"They must have discovered this was suspicious sometime recently, right? Why haven't they made a move yet?!"
"I told you, this is a very complicated situation. Wait..."
"But I can't wait!" the little detective suddenly shouted, raising his voice, startling Arthur.
"I'm sorry, but I can't just stand by and do nothing. Because she, they can't wait..."
"You mean those children?" The man seemed to understand something.
"Well, I met a little girl today. I lied to her and told her that when she got better, she could wear pretty clothes, and she believed me so happily. But, but... by the time she had the chance to receive good treatment, she might already be dead. Dead wearing a hospital gown." The little detective emphasized the last few words, with a gnashing of resentment.
The thought that the nurse might use this lie to trick the little girl into getting injections or taking medicine whenever she misbehaved made him feel like an accomplice to an executioner.
The man patted the little boy's shoulder with mixed feelings: "I'm sorry, I really want to save those innocent people too. But the situation is special right now, we can't go..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young detective interrupted, "Dad, you told me that you once missed an opportunity and failed to save the victim from the organization. You also said that you never wanted to have that kind of regret again."
Arthur remained silent and nodded slowly.
“I didn’t want to either! If I don’t save her, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” His bright blue eyes shone with an undeniable brilliance as he said, word by word, “I want to save everyone.”
The man looked at the boy before him with a heavy heart, the boy who was actually only 17 years old. At this moment, he was acutely aware that some instincts cannot be suppressed, and some kind of instinct etched into his DNA would drive this boy to do things: things that others would never think of, or even if they did, they would not dare to do.
He sighed heavily, thinking: The ambitious little detective who wanted to capture Gin alive has finally returned.
"But have you considered that we've already taken the first step in our plan? Given the current situation, our only option is to break into the prison. But the problem is that after the breakout, it will be difficult to keep our identities a secret any longer, and we can't stay here any longer. What do you plan to do?"
"The robbery hasn't even started yet, has it?" The little detective said smugly. "I've already planned everything out; everything can be solved with one solution!"
"Everything?"
“That’s right! Organizing a prison break, clearing Bourbon’s name, rescuing the patients at the rehabilitation center, dealing with Rye and the FBI, and even Scotland.” The young detective made a resolute gesture towards a point on the map. “It’s all going to be resolved here!”
Are you sure you can do it?
"Daddy, don't you believe me?" The kitten's expression was both cute and earnest.
"Isn't this too risky?" The cat dad still had some concerns: This kid really loves to improvise!
"Don't worry, I'll definitely be much better this time than last time! I will never act on my own again. As long as we work together well, there's no difficulty we can't overcome," the little detective confidently assured him.
After a moment's thought, the police officer said, "Then tell me about your new script first, and then we'll make a decision."
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