Chapter 491: A Bandage

"…"

Are you toxic? I'm already covering my head, and you still found me?

Although he had obtained a pretty good badge from the female police officer, there were also quite a few awkward encounters. Li Ang really didn't want to run into her, so he tightened his coat and bit the bullet, continuing to pretend to be asleep.

After patting a few times without response, the female police officer wanted to use more strength, but felt it was really impolite, so she hesitated, bit her lip, and wondered whether to continue trying to switch.

And just then, the female prisoner who had been watching coldly from the side, probably seeing her intention, bumped her lightly with her shoulder and said expressionlessly:

"Don't switch, I won't run."

"…"

You say you won't run, so you definitely won't run? A man who insisted that nobles were lice in the crotch still insisted that he wasn't a rebel!

Although she sympathized with the other party's encounter, the female police officer wasn't stupid enough to believe a prisoner's promise. Not only did she not give up on waking the man who was pretending to sleep, but she even added a bit of force to her hand.

After all, disturbing someone's sleep was just impolite, but if she really let the prisoner escape and hurt someone, that wouldn't be a matter of politeness anymore.

"Sir? Sir? Please wake up!"

"Sir?"

Looking at the female police officer who ignored her and insisted on "harassing" the man next to her amidst the roaring noise of the boiler, the female prisoner was silent for a while, then couldn't help but ask:

"Don't you believe me? If you think I'm lying to you, why did you insist on investigating the Bobby Laien family according to what I confessed?"

"This isn't a matter of whether I believe you or not, but that I must do my job well."

After checking the female prisoner's state and finding that her emotions didn't seem stable, in order to avoid unexpected trouble, the female police officer had to turn her head back and respond seriously amidst the boiler's roar:

"Although the work content is special, I am ultimately a police officer of the Police Department. I have the responsibility to do my job well and try to avoid affecting the lives of ordinary citizens."

"So I can't relax my watch on you just because I think you won't hurt anyone, nor can I give up investigating the case just because I hate your behavior of hurting ordinary people or worry about offending the Bobby Laien family."

"…"

After listening to the female police officer's answer seriously, the prisoner was silent for a while, then looked at her like she was a monster, and continued to ask with full surprise:

"Just because of this?"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Forget it… pretend I didn't say anything…"

After sizing up the female police officer who was stunned by the question, the female prisoner, who was about forty or fifty years old, sneered. Her face, covered in large amounts of crow's feet and sunspots, revealed heartfelt disdain and mockery.

"Distinguished Miss Miss Yisha, when I first learned your surname, I was only slightly suspicious, but now I can be certain."

"You must have a very deep relationship with the one who just took office in the Military Department at the beginning of the year, right? At worst, you should be some distant relative of his, and it's even possible you're his direct relative."

? ！！！

"I guessed right, didn't I?"

"Hehe, I should have thought of it earlier. After all, only a family like that could raise someone as naive and stupid as you!"

Looking at the female police officer, who was very surprised, the female prisoner, who seemed to have been stimulated by something, sneered coldly. Her face, covered in large amounts of crow's feet and sunspots, revealed heartfelt disdain and mockery.

"Distinguished Miss Miss Yisha, you probably don't know what kind of end you will get if you want to practice your duties here and insist on doing 'correct' things!"

Before the female police officer could react to the shock of her family background being exposed, the female prisoner began to press her advantage. She stretched out her right hand, which was handcuffed, from the clothes used for covering, poked her own heart hard, and said in a low, gloomy voice: "My husband was a review officer for the Military Department's War Readiness Bureau. On the eve of the Patriotic War six years ago, he discovered that a company under the Bobby Laien family was using low-priced black cotton to replace selected absorbent cotton to produce bandages, which were very easy to cause wound infections after use."

"After reacting a few times without results, out of the same consideration as you, he insisted on reporting it to a higher level. Because he could never get feedback and was repeatedly reprimanded, he even wrote a report letter to the person in charge of the Military Department at the time. Guess what he got?"

"Was it… dismissal?"

"Of course not, it was a huge commendation!"

Looking at the stunned female police officer, the female prisoner smiled, leaned over, and said in a low voice amidst the boiler's deafening roar, with cold indifference in her eyes:

"The person in charge of the Military Department received the letter and immediately ordered a thorough investigation, replacing all the problematic bandages, and won applause from top to bottom. My husband also received the commendation he deserved for this merit, was transferred out of the War Readiness Bureau, and entered the more important Confidential Bureau. My daughter and I also moved into the allocated residence."

"It's just a pity that less than two weeks passed. My husband, who had just finished the handover, had the person sent down to inspect announce that the intelligence files managed by my husband were suspected of having been moved on a large scale, and then he was directly taken away on charges of espionage and interrogated in your Secret Investigation Bureau for a full seven months!"

"…"

"Very interesting, right?"

Looking at the silent female police officer, the female prisoner sneered:

"If you don't check carefully when taking over files, you can't avoid being set up by your predecessor. But as long as you check and inventory carefully, you can't avoid being suspected of espionage. So from the moment he accepted the transfer, no matter how my husband chose, the final result was the same."

"And what's even more interesting is that the person responsible for investigating my husband in the Secret Investigation Bureau was his former superior! Because he repeatedly blocked his normal reporting, my husband's superior was suspended and then transferred, and the place he was transferred to just happened to be the Secret Investigation Bureau responsible for investigating my husband. Hehe, you say, isn't this a coincidence?"

The female prisoner, who laughed lightly but had no smile on her face, continued:

"What's fortunate is that my husband's bones were hard enough, and his life was also hard enough. After being locked up for a full seven months, apart from losing forty pounds and having one leg crippled because of 'carelessness,' he actually managed to survive without pleading guilty."

"It's just a pity that the Military Department has many things to do and couldn't wait for a crippled man suspected of being a spy. His original position had long been taken by someone else, and not only was there no department willing to 'take him in,' but my daughter and I had long been driven out of the allocated residence."

"Hehe, during the Patriotic War, the price of goods in the capital rose by as much as fifty times. When he came out, our family's savings were almost spent, and our total assets added up to only a few silver wheels."

"Finally, in order for my daughter and me to survive, and for the sake of that so-called just Patriotic War, he chose to take a settlement fee and enlist, and then because he had a crippled leg and ran slowly, he was shot in the other leg."

The female police officer, who was heartbroken, bit her lip, and her face turned pale:

"Then your husband…"

"He died, didn't he? From a silly cripple to a dead cripple!"

After finishing her husband's fate in a cold tone, the female prisoner's mouth curled up slightly, and she said softly with a playful expression:

"By the way, there's something even more interesting here. Do you want to hear it?"

"I…"

"If you don't object, then I'll take it that you want to hear it."

The female prisoner smiled, rolled up her sleeve a little, and revealed an old bandage tied to her wrist, stained with a large amount of blood. In the rough seams of the bandage, a cluster of coarse cotton, congealed by dark brown blood, was stubbornly poking its head out.

"When he was carried home, this bandage was wrapped around his leg, and under the bandage was a piece of rotten flesh flowing with ginger-yellow pus and full of fat white maggots!"

After turning her wrist slightly, looking at the relic of her dead husband on her wrist, the female prisoner smiled peacefully:

"My crippled husband's life was still hard. He wasn't directly beaten to death on the battlefield and successfully crawled back to the position, but unfortunately, he still didn't survive the wound infection."

"And the one who finally killed him happened to be a low-quality bandage pressed out of dirty black cotton that he had fought to report earlier. You say, isn't it funny?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 492 =====