Chapter 89

88 A Bandage

"..."

Are you toxic? I've already covered my head, and you can still find me?

Although he got a pretty good badge from the female police officer, there were quite a few awkward encounters. Leon really didn't want to face her, so he pulled the corners of his coat tight and bit the bullet to continue pretending to sleep.

After patting a few times with no response, the female police officer wanted to use more force, but felt it was really impolite, so she hesitated and bit her lip, wondering whether to continue trying to switch.

And just then, the female prisoner who had been watching coldly from the side probably saw her intention. After gently bumping her with her shoulder, she said expressionlessly:

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

"..."

You say you won't run, so you definitely won't run? A man who claimed that nobles were lice in their crotches still insisted that he was not a rebel!

Although she sympathized with the other party's encounter, the female police officer was not stupid enough to believe the 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 is just impolite, but if she really let the prisoner escape and hurt someone, then it wouldn't be a matter of politeness.

"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 noisy roar 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 Laien family according to what I confessed?"

"This is not a question of whether I believe you or not, but that I must do my job well."

After checking the prisoner's state and finding that her emotions seemed unstable, in order to avoid trouble outside the plan, the female police officer had to turn back and respond earnestly amidst the roar of the boiler:

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

So I cannot relax my supervision of you just because I think you won't hurt anyone, nor can I give up the investigation of the case just because I hate your behavior of killing and injuring ordinary people, or because I am worried about offending the Laien family."

"..."

After listening earnestly to the female police officer's answer, the prisoner couldn't help but be silent for a while, then looked at her as if she were a monster, and continued to ask with eyes full of 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 asked to be stunned, the female prisoner actually went against her previous obedience and said with a slight mockery:

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

You must have a very deep relationship with the one who 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 that you are his direct relative."?!!!

"I guessed right, didn't I?"

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

Looking at the female police officer beside her with a very surprised expression, as if she had been stimulated by something, the female prisoner, who was about forty or fifty years old, sneered. On her face, which was full of crow's feet and sunspots, she revealed heartfelt contempt and mockery.

"Miss Yisha, who has an extraordinary background, you probably don't know what kind of end you will get if you want to practice your duties here and insist on doing the 'right' thing!"

Before the female police officer could react from the shock of her family background being exposed, the female prisoner began to press on, extending her handcuffed right hand from the clothes used for cover, poking her heart hard, and whispering gloomily:

"My husband was an investigator for the Military Department's Combat Readiness Bureau. On the eve of the outbreak of the Patriotic War six years ago, he discovered that a company under the Laien family was using cheap black cotton to replace selected absorbent cotton to produce bandages, which was very easy to cause wound infection after use.

After reporting it upwards several times with no results, out of the same considerations 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 that time. Guess what he got?"

"Was it... dismissal?"

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

After looking at the stunned female police officer, the female prisoner smiled and leaned over, whispering coldly amidst the deafening roar of the boiler:

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

It's a pity that less than two weeks later, my serious and stupid husband had just finished the handover, and the person sent down to check announced that the intelligence files managed by my husband were suspected of having been moved on a large scale. Then he was taken away directly 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 take over the files without checking them carefully, you will inevitably be set up by your predecessor, but if you check and count them carefully, you will inevitably be 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 more interesting is that the person in the Secret Investigation Bureau responsible for investigating my husband was his former superior! Because he repeatedly blocked his normal reporting, my husband's superior was suspended and transferred, and the place he was transferred to happened to be the Secret Investigation Bureau responsible for investigating my husband. Hehe, don't you think this is a coincidence?"

Laughing softly, but with no smile on her face, the female prisoner continued:

"The fortunate thing is that my husband not only had hard bones, but also a hard life. After being locked up for seven full months, except for losing forty pounds and having one leg crippled by 'accident,' he actually managed to come out alive without pleading guilty.

It's a pity that there are many things in the Military Department, and it's impossible to wait for a cripple suspected of being a spy. His original position had already 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 prices in the capital rose up to fifty times. By the time he came out, our family's savings were almost spent, and all our assets added up to only a few silver wheels.

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

The female police officer, who was heartbroken, bit her lip and said with a pale face:

"Then your husband..."

"He died, from a silly cripple to a dead cripple!"

After coldly stating the end of her husband, the female prisoner's mouth curled up slightly, and she said softly with a playful tone:

"By the way, there is something even more interesting here, do you want to hear it?"

"I..."

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

After the female prisoner smiled, she rolled up her sleeve a little, revealing an old bandage tied to her wrist stained with a lot of blood. In the rough stitching at the edge of the bandage, a cluster of coarse cotton wool 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 rotting flesh flowing with ginger-yellow pus and full of fat white maggots!"

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

"My crippled husband still had a hard life. He wasn't beaten to death on the battlefield, and he successfully crawled back to the position, but it's a pity that he couldn't survive the wound infection in the end.

And the one who finally killed him was exactly the inferior bandage made of dirty black cotton that he had tried his best to report at the beginning. Don't you think it's funny?"