Chapter 179 The Scapegoat Xia

A challenge from the Imperial Parliament? After Tia left, Lin En tapped the table lightly with his index finger while thinking about the information she had just given him.

It looked like a certain noble councillor would show up in person tomorrow morning to question him.

By then, the three major churches, the military, and several princes and princesses who are interested in this matter will probably be present to notarize it.

Perhaps out of genuine fear of Ivester's growing strength, the Imperial Parliament decided to use some boiling frog methods to gradually weaken her power.

In other words, it forces her to make a choice.

And every time she was presented with an option that meant she was bound to lose.

At this moment, I am imprisoned, and I am sure that Her Royal Highness the Princess must have lost her composure.

I just hope she doesn't do anything drastic.

Because up to now, everything is still under Lynn's control.

As for the little incident that just happened, it was just an entertainment program that he came up with on a whim.

Another three days to solve the case? Lin En leaned back in his chair, thinking.

Normally speaking, even for an ordinary case, it would take at least several weeks from the time it was taken over to the time it was solved.

Not to mention the case of the limb grafter.

If the normal process is followed, there will only be three days left, and even Lin En would probably be helpless.

After all, this is a serial murder case that has remained unsolved for a whole year and a half. Apart from the fact that these secret organizations in the imperial capital are too useless, there may be other possibilities.

With the efficiency and execution capabilities of the state machinery, if you really want to accomplish something, it is unlikely to encounter any obstacles.

Unless some parts in the machine are broken.

According to Lin En's guess, some families of members of the Imperial Parliament knew the inside story about the limb-replacer Bolshuman, and even colluded with the demons and took the initiative to hide his whereabouts.

This is not something strange.

Therefore, the idea of ​​catching a limb transplanter within three days is simply a fantasy.

Everyone thinks so.

Those idiots were just pretending to be righteous and giving their actions a pretentious appearance in order to make things seem reasonable for Ivester.

Her Royal Highness the Princess has never had a favorable situation in the imperial capital.

Even after he publicly demonstrated his authority in the council hall that day, the situation did not improve.

In this way, Lin En stayed alone in the interrogation room for several hours, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Unexpectedly, during this process, the Tianli Church did not send any interrogators.

It seems that the old fox Connor is smarter than he thought.

I don’t know how long it took, but according to Lin En’s own calculation of the time, it was probably around dusk when someone finally broke the silence in the interrogation room.

The person who opened the door was the old Punisher who was in charge of leading the way. He was now looking at him with sinister eyes.

"It's time to go back to the cell."

He said in a hoarse voice.

Although he looked weak, Lin En was very sure that the other party definitely had the strength comparable to that of a fourth-level transcendent, or even stronger.

After all, there were only a few jailers and guards in the entire prison.

Apart from the fact that this old guy was too powerful, Lin En could not think of any other possibilities.

But right now he couldn't use his extraordinary abilities. Even if he could, he, who was at level two, couldn't beat a fourth-level opponent, let alone this ignorant old man in front of him.

So he did not resist, but stood up obediently and followed him.

The Prison of the Mandated Punisher is like a winding underground maze. It is countless times larger than the one in Augusta Manor. It is hard to imagine how it was built.

"Which member of parliament will come tomorrow?"

Lin En asked boredly as he followed the elderly Punisher in shackles.

There are twelve seats in the Imperial Parliament, which are not elected but are held by twelve ancient and large families.

Even the Mosgra family was not qualified to be among them, simply because they had no inheritance and were considered upstarts with unstable foundations, and were considered nouveau riche in the eyes of these families.

Only by knowing which family the other party comes from can we get a glimpse of the hostile forces behind the scenes.

Seeing his expression, the old man chuckled and said, "You seem to be fearless? Do you think you have the support of the Third Prince behind you?"

The old man smiled sinisterly, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Lin En shrugged: "Just think of it as a chat."

Hearing this, the old man smiled even more happily: "Blake Cortes."

A name I've never heard of.

“This person.”

Lin En was about to continue asking something when he suddenly saw the old man stop.

Under his gaze, the old man slowly opened the prison door.

"We're here, let's go in."

Looking at the situation in the cell, Lin En couldn't help but frowned: "Public cell? Isn't this where ordinary prisoners are held? Why isn't there a single room for a special prisoner like me who hasn't been convicted yet?"

"Go in."

The old Punisher still had a physically uncomfortable smile on his face, but he did not answer Lynn's question.

Seeing this, Lin En said expressionlessly: "I want to see Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"I said, go in."

The sinister smile on the face of the old Punisher remained unchanged, but a hint of murderous intent emanated from him.

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As if forcing him.

Seeing this, Lin En couldn't help but look a little ugly, with a cold expression: "Who instructed you?"

"Go in."

The smile on the old Punisher's face finally disappeared, and his expression became cold and terrifying.

At the same time, an uncomfortable feeling as if a knife was pressed against his throat spread throughout Lynn's body.

Under the pressure of this force, his body trembled slightly, his face turned extremely pale, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.

"I'll remember you."

He whispered these words, then turned and walked towards the public prison in front of him.

After his figure disappeared into the cell, the old Punisher's sinister voice could be heard from behind him: "Welcome to Glostin."

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the door was slammed shut.

“.”

The next second, the anger and helplessness that remained on Lin En's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a calm look.

It was as if those reactions in front of the old Punisher were all fake.

joke.

How could he, who could remain calm in front of a demon, be scared by something like this?

He was just afraid that his calm behavior would arouse the other party's suspicion and result in him not being allowed to stay in this public cell.

At this moment, in the spacious and dirty cell, more than thirty ragged prisoners were looking at him with flickering eyes.

"Newcomer?"

One of the sturdy men slowly stood up, a dangerous look in his eyes.

But after seeing clearly that the person in front of him was just a skinny boy who looked powerless to resist, he couldn't help but laugh.

The thirty or so vicious prisoners around laughed together.

I thought that by making such a big fuss and even offering a reduced sentence as a condition to impress them, he was dealing with some extremely dangerous character.

I never thought that it was a little guy who looked like he couldn't even kill a chicken.

Under normal circumstances, it is just a van for them to satisfy their sexual desires.

For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat relaxed.

Not only them, but even Lynn laughed.

It's true that when you feel sleepy, someone will give you a pillow.

I had just thrown a basin of dirty water on Xia, and now someone came forward to provide evidence.

He just loved those idiots hiding behind the scenes.

However, in order to prevent Tia from finding any flaws and to maximize the plot deviation, these guys must be killed without any evidence.

Thinking of this, Lynn clenched his fists.

(ps: I encountered a transitional plot while typing. The word "card" is as strong as a monster. I couldn't defeat it no matter how hard I tried.) Asking for the moon. Forget it, I'll ask for it tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)