Sir! Don't close the net!

"In less than a few minutes of fighting, the world's largest seaport has become a ruin in a sea of ​​dead bodies. It's truly terrifying. I heard that the ruler is still wandering in the deep sea, while the Yellow King is imprisoned in this Theresa Prison..."

Jeff's relaxed smile, which had been light because it didn't concern him, gradually faded.

"That King in Yellow...could it be you?"

“Yes, that’s right, who else could it be but me?” Li Yili raised her head and turned her eyes toward Jeff.

As a psychologist, Jeff has an exceptional ability to profile people. From the moment he met Li Yili, he noticed the various inconsistencies in her, but those inconsistencies were too fragmented to piece together a complete picture.

And now, we have it.

Like a phantom formed by absurdity, sandwiched between reality and illusion, a tattered yellow raincoat gave this phantom form a shape that should never have been made, and an irreparable mistake.

“Damn it, whether you’re crazy or not, I’m going to go crazy if this keeps up,” Jeff slapped his forehead, snapping out of his reverie. “I won’t ask any more questions, you can continue.”

“The inhabitants of Instas have become faceless people,” Li Yili said, glancing to the side.

"what?"

“The Faceless Men, they have become faceless beings,” Li Yili exhaled and turned to face Jeff. “They can freely possess other people’s faces, not just faces, but also other people’s lives.”

"Wait a minute—let me think about it."

Jeff raised his hand to his forehead, pondered for a while, then spun around in his chair, interlaced his fingers and placed them in front of his nose, gazing intently at Li Yili.

“If the chosen ones have such abilities, I wouldn’t be surprised at all, but according to you, all the residents of Instas have such abilities… Ha—damn it, I’m not a detective, I’m a psychiatrist. You can tell I know everything at a glance. Right now, I only have one goal, which is to not be read as the church, but as the Steam and Steel God Cult of the Foundation and make them vanish from the face of the earth!”

Jeff paused for a moment, then lowered his head.

"I don't want another reason to disappear from the face of the earth."

"Really?" Li Yili shrugged and put the report Jeff had prepared into a cardboard box. "That's really your style."

After sealing the cardboard box with her footsteps, Li Yili stood up, put her left hand on her waist, and raised her right hand to wave at Jeff.

"Dr. Jeff, I must say you have excellent taste. There is no one in this world more compassionate than me. Although I despise you, since you have come to me, I will naturally guarantee your safety in Theresa Prison... no, I should say a happy retirement."

“Thank you so much,” Jeff grinned. “I would be even more moved to tears if you could return the money to me.”

"This is protection money."

Without giving Jeff a chance to complain, Li Yili turned around and pushed open the door to leave.

Watching the door gradually close, Jeff pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at the cardboard box that Li Yili had sealed with tape.

"That bastard..."

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"Finished catching up? It's quite unexpected, though. I never thought someone with such a terrible personality like you would have friends."

“Miss Rebecca, if your mouth were half as honest as your body, I would probably be very happy.”

Li Yili took out a small biscuit and tossed it casually. Rebecca, who was leaning against a pillar with her arms crossed, flashed out, grabbed the biscuit with her paw, waved it triumphantly at Li Yili, and then threw it into her mouth. Although she looked very arrogant, her tail was almost leaving afterimages as it swished behind her.

They have been completely tamed.

Li Yili rolled her eyes.

It's unclear whether it was the wolf part that worked or the human part that held him back, but Rebecca went from secretly taking off her collar and baring her teeth at him to now wagging her tail and following him around without taking off her collar. In just one month, Rebecca is now no different from his dog, except for muttering to herself.

“What are you talking about? I was just trying to lower your guard,” Rebecca licked the cookie crumbs off her paws. “Oh, by the way, it seems like the Yellowcoats are planning something.”

Li Yili raised an eyebrow. "Seems?"

Even if he wanted to break up the factions among the prisoners, he didn't have the ability. He couldn't just lock all the prisoners in their cells and let them out. Where there is communication, there will inevitably be groups, and groups will eventually expand and merge. As long as the actions weren't too extreme, he would turn a blind eye. Anyway, he had all the necessary tools and measures, so breaking up a gang wasn't difficult.

But the Yellow Kings are a very peculiar organization. They are both individuals and a group. Even prisoners rarely see the Yellow Kings gathered in one place. Just like their king, their god, the King in Yellow, they are like ghosts in Teresa's prison, wandering silently and doing who knows what.

At first, he didn't care about the situation, after all, he had caught one of the yellow-clad members. But as time went on, he became somewhat uneasy. The other prisoners, regardless of their strength, would show their own intentions, but he had no idea what those yellow-clad members wanted to do. If it weren't for the fact that these yellow-clad members ate on time, he would have almost doubted that they existed.

Therefore, he was very concerned about what Rebecca meant when she said something seemed to be about to happen.

"That's right, it seems so, but I'm not sure of the specifics."

“Aren’t you one of the Yellow-Clad Clan?” Li Yili’s lips twitched.

“We are the ones who are called the Yellow Kings, not the ones who formed the Yellow Kings organization,” Rebecca picked at her ear. “Why don’t you offer some sacrifices and summon the Yellow King to ask him a question? That is, if you dare to do it.”

Li Yili raised her eyes.

I'll ask about it later.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Let them find redemption and redeem them

I will naturally ensure your life in Teresa Prison, no, to be precise, a happy retirement.

Although Li Yili made such a guarantee, Jeff's "retirement" life was not so easy. Every day, different prisoners came to his door to consult and ask Jeff for talk therapy.

"The road to that psychiatrist's office has now become a path of redemption for the prisoners in Theresa Prison."

During his free time, Chris Dorf leaned against the shadow of the cabin and complained to Li Yili, who was playing skipping stones with Rebecca along Teresa Road with her back to him.

"Believe me, he really enjoys this kind of life."

Li Yili bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it toward Teresa's Road.

Flat pebbles spin out and bounce on the water's surface, creating a series of ripples that part the rushing river, only to be swallowed up by the waves in an instant.

Rebecca, who was squatting next to Li Yili, gripped her arm tightly, suppressing the urge to rush out and pick up the pebbles.

“You’ve made progress,” Li Yili said, taking a cookie out of her pocket and slapping it onto Rebecca’s hand.

"Oh oh oh—" Rebecca popped the cookie into her mouth, her big, furry ears swaying back and forth with her movements.

"Does he like...?" Chrisdorf asked, somewhat surprised. "I heard he doesn't even have time to go to the bathroom now, not even while eating..."

“You’re even entertaining guests while you’re eating, right?” Li Yili snapped her fingers at Chris Doff.

Chris Dougher's lips twitched slightly as he rubbed his forehead, then paused before shrugging. "Even the cheapest prostitute wouldn't see different people this frequently... especially criminals."

“Of course he likes it, he likes it to bits,” Li Yili bent down, picked up a stone, tossed it around, and didn’t throw it away immediately, “because he’s not a very good person.”

"What does this mean?" Chris Dougher asked, intrigued.

"He has no sympathy for the prisoners here, or more accurately, he has no sympathy for his own patients."

Li Yili raised her hand and threw the stone, but this time she used too much force, and the stone landed directly on the other side of Teresa's Road. Li Yili sighed regretfully and squatted down to continue looking for stones.

"Isn't he a doctor?" Chris Dougher asked, somewhat surprised.

Are doctors always compassionate towards their patients?

Li Yili's question left Chris Dorf stunned.

“Just like not everyone who comes to the Path of Teresa is seeking salvation, not every doctor sympathizes with their patients,” Li Yili picked up a muddy pebble and casually tossed it into the rushing waters of the Path of Teresa. “Why do you think Jeff is able to maintain such high intensity?”

"Talking to the inmates at Theresa Prison?"

"This……"

"Because Jeff felt very happy and relaxed, like watching a clown performance in a circus. The way the prisoners in Theresa Prison went crazy and broke down made him realize how good his life was, which gave him a strong sense of superiority."

Jeff was very generous in giving alms to the prisoners.

Li Yili rubbed her fingers together to wipe away the dirt.

Chris Dorf opened his mouth, his shoulders slumped, "Does your friend know you're talking about him like that?"

“It’s a pity, but he told me this himself when we first met,” Li Yili said, bending her finger toward Chris Doff. “He used to be someone who could empathize with patients, but his abilities were limited. Although the ways he expressed himself were different, the underlying causes were roughly the same. Empathy would only affect his work efficiency.”

"Patients with mental illness need salvation, but doctors only need to give alms to them."

Li Yili paused, then grinned.

"He can save all the patients who come to him, so there is no need for him to save a single patient."

Chris Dorf did not refute Li Yili's statement, but only expressed his feelings.

"He's practically a god."

"When one is not content to be confined to one person, but instead looks to the whole world and acts accordingly, then man is no different from God."

Li Yili turned around and continued throwing stones at Teresa's Path.

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"Let me see, Simon, right?"

Jeff casually flipped through the file in his hand, then tossed it onto the table, put his hands behind his head, propped his feet up on the table, and smiled at Simon, a huge man sitting two meters away from him across the desk.

During his time working at Teresa Prison, he had seen all sorts of monsters and demons. Rather than saying he had become bolder, it would be more accurate to say he had become incredibly bold. In the past, if he had seen such a sponge-like person covered in a white membrane, he would have probably fainted on the spot. But now, he even wanted to say that it was a physique that his fellow men envied.

“Yes—” Simon nodded somewhat nervously.

Jeff stared at Simon's eyes for a while before raising his head.

"Tell me what problem you're having. Is it that you can't sleep at night, or that you have a decreased appetite?"

“No, it’s just… I wanted to ask,” Simon hesitated for a moment before cautiously probing, “when can I be released from prison and go home?”

Jeff was taken aback and instinctively sat up straight.

"Why... do you suddenly ask this question?"

“Because this is a prison, isn’t it? Prisoners always have their time out,” Simon gestured anxiously. “I haven’t killed anyone, I haven’t harmed anyone, I’m innocent!”

"Cough cough cough—" Jeff coughed heavily a few times, looking at Simon as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Are you sure you can go outside looking like this?

"How many years were you sentenced to?" Jeff asked after a moment's thought.

“I…I don’t know,” Simon said, his head drooping. “I thought I was in hell…”

"Haha... Well... Theresa Prison does resemble hell quite a bit..." Jeff scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly. "But I'm just a newly appointed psychiatrist. Even if you want me to clear your name..."

“Um… I’m not so concerned about whether I can prove my innocence, it’s just…” Simon shrank back, “I want Dr. Jeff to help me confirm how much longer I have to serve my sentence.”

Jeff pinched the bridge of his nose and fell silent.

If Simon asked him to help clear his name, he would definitely refuse, but Simon didn't want to clear his name at all, and was even planning to serve his full sentence. He just wanted to ask Simon how much longer he needed to serve.

He really didn't know how to refuse such a casual question.

So, why don't prisoners know how long they'll be in jail? Normally, the last thing prisoners hear outside of prison is, "So-and-so, you will serve so many years in such-and-such prison," right?

Jeff paused, then looked at Simon.