Chapter 303: Prison (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Behind the Gate of Hell.

Cold, dark, and damp... On the walls built of bricks, there was an iron cage every few paces, inside which torches that never extinguished were set.

Cold, pitch-black iron doors were lined up neatly, extending continuously into the darkness.

If the previous headquarters of the Investigation Bureau still had some of the steam-era style of reinforced concrete, then behind the Gate of Hell at this moment, Aaron felt as if he had returned to the era of the Green Forest, arriving in a dungeon commonly found in noble castles.

"Let's take this one."

The jailer took out a key, opened the cell closest to the Gate of Hell, threw Aaron inside, and then locked the door.

'Solomon', lying on the bed, twitched, his expression becoming dull, but he was still breathing and had vital signs.

"Black Dog, you want to control us again... It's useless. Under the 'Unknown' grade Strange Object, your Extraordinary Ability has been suppressed to the point of being non-existent; it's no better than an ordinary person's."

He became interested, walked into the wooden door, and saw a large living room.

"But it's actually a single room? The treatment is quite good... Is this to prevent Extraordinaries from killing their cellmates?"

From the cell opposite, a low sound of a woman crying seemed to emerge.

Aaron looked around and found that the furnishings in the cell were very simple, with only a fixed bed and a very small area.

It was evident that the occupant here lived quite refinedly; she was lying on a recliner, holding a black hard-shell notebook in her hands.

'This is the seal of the Investigation General Bureau, using the status of the Spear of the Sun King to suppress all Extraordinary things, including people!'

This indicated that the other party might not be imprisoned in the traditional sense, possessing a certain degree of freedom, yet still being restricted.

He sighed with sympathy and then walked toward the deeper parts of the prison.

Aaron listened and felt that this man's voice was also somewhat familiar; perhaps he was also some acquaintance from within Halsey Castle back then.

Through this small window, Aaron could cast his gaze into the corridor, but unfortunately, he could only observe a very small area nearby.

Aaron walked to the deepest part of the prison and saw an ancient-looking wooden door.

Aaron looked at the environment and expressed that he was quite satisfied.

Then, he found Lili, who was full of anxiety and unease, on the opposite side.

Aaron felt a sense of oppression coming from the void: "Staying here for a long time, no matter who it is, I'm afraid something will go wrong."

Those iron doors also changed accordingly; some had no windows, while others had complex Mysterious Talismans engraved on their surfaces, forming a double seal.

The man laughed strangely.

And the 'Spirit of Falsehood' here could leave at any time by discarding its stinking skin.

After confirming through divination, there should be no problems in the short term.

"Wuu wuu!"

This voice also made Aaron feel familiar.

This voice, he was even more familiar with: "Sisters from the Witch Sisterhood... This voice... Lili and Jessita? That's right, they often did business in Halsey's Moving Castle; encountering an Investigation Bureau raid, the possibility of them being captured is very high..."

Aaron felt that he and these sisters were quite fated, actually becoming 'cellmates' together.

"Heh heh... I'll wait... Despair... Resent... Your curses and weeping are my best lullabies."

He saw the blazing torches and the black shadows swaying under the flames.

Lili cursed: "One day, I will slaughter you!"

But before Aaron could act, he felt this influence dissipating rapidly.

Of course, only in the vicinity of this area.

'These sisters are really unlucky...'

According to Aaron's understanding, those imprisoned here should all be 'light offenders'—not that their crimes were light, but that their strength was not high.

His expression was very relaxed, as if he had come for an outing.

"Heh heh, silly woman... Extraordinaries who have been locked behind the 'Gate of Hell', whether it's the Sunset School, the Lotus Eater Society, the Meteorite Cult, the Classical Society, the Gourmet Association, or the Oak Ring, the Blood of Decay, etc... Have you ever seen anyone walk out alive? Our Fate is to become test subjects and eventually die."

He ignored this long-distance trash talk and lay down on the bed.

Among them, there might even be Non-human Existences!

"But it's a pity... I didn't see other Magical Items; it seems they are being held in a different place."

Beside Aaron's cell, another female voice came from the prison.

Clearly, these were Extraordinary criminals whom even the Investigation Bureau considered dangerous.

"Sigh, seeing him locked up so close, the danger level is very low; he must be an ordinary person!"

Silently, Aaron passed through the iron door and arrived in the long corridor.

"The Investigation Bureau's experiments sometimes require ordinary people as materials; he's unlucky, ordinary people are the fastest to be consumed..."

"In ancient times, at least six or seven people would have to be stuffed in here."

"Wuu wuu... Sister, I don't want to be a test subject." On the iron door diagonally opposite, a face appeared through the window.

"Hmm? Is anyone there?"

On the wooden door, there was actually a handle!

Volumes of ancient books were neatly placed on the bookshelf, a white tablecloth was spread on the table, and a bunch of fresh flowers was inserted in a vase on top.

Suddenly!

Voices emerged one after another from different cells.

Aaron knocked on his own iron door to attract attention: "Miss opposite, why are you crying?"

"Heh... a fool has arrived!"

"Don't be afraid, we are from the 'Witch Sisterhood'; the Cult will definitely find a way to rescue us."

A desperate man's voice sounded from the depths, seemingly carrying some Extraordinary influence.

The deeper one went, the more profound and deep the aura became.

Beside him, Aaron walked out in the state of the 'Spirit of Falsehood', staring at this body.

Above the iron door of the cell, there was also a small window, which was likely used for passing food boxes and other items.

Inside the room, there was a bed, a table and chairs, as well as a vanity and a bookshelf.

He walked into the cell opposite and saw Jessita, who was curled up in the corner, hugging her knees and sobbing.

However, at this moment, he did not want to leave; instead, he was full of interest in the cell behind the Gate of Hell.

He walked toward the iron door as if he did not feel the slightest suppression from the Sun King's Spear at all.

Because after his body took leave, it found another secret location to sleep, with William guarding the outside while carrying the Roberts' Magical Insect Box.

With the closing of the Gate of Hell, the atmosphere inside the prison became even more profound, and a certain suppression followed.

"Aokelaier was originally a blank slate. After I ended the Possession state, it relied on Instinct to continue possessing this body. Although it has become an idiot, it will have no problem deceiving others for a while..."

He was unexpectedly an Extraordinary of Darkness, wanting to use his Extraordinary Ability to plant the seeds of corruption in everyone's hearts.

The other party was in her twenties with an ordinary appearance, yet she possessed a special temperament; she was the type of woman whose looks grew on you.

Boom!

Of course, what attracted Aaron even more was that strange inspiration.

At this moment, the woman lying on the recliner opened her eyes, looked at the notebook in her hand, and muttered to herself: "The Pope has arrived, I see... the fall of the Investigation Headquarters... will be inevitable!"

(End of this chapter)