Sir! Don't close the net!

Simon glanced at the branches that were almost reaching out of the cell, then looked at Gajek with a strange expression. "Gajek, are you dealing with those guys again? We don't have to be afraid of them anymore."

Before Gajek could answer, Simon reached out and pressed the branch that was sticking out of the cell door back in, and spoke to the pitiful-looking Sif in the center of the cell.

"Sif, Dr. Jeff promised to ask me how much longer I have to serve in jail. I'll ask him for you then!"

"Thank you," Sif said, turning her gaze away because Gajek's gaze was incredibly piercing from Simon's direction.

Simon, noticing Sif's gaze, turned to look at Gajek and suddenly realized what was going on.

"By the way! Ga Zi, you're a lawyer, right? Can you talk to them and see if we can get out of prison sooner?"

"No, I'm just an accountant who's good at weighing gains and losses."

Gajek raised his eyes.

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Old Woman Seeking Redemption for Her Child

Gajek noticed something was wrong.

Those who hold high positions in Teresa Prison, at the bottom of the prison's food chain, need various forms of self-awareness to survive properly.

This is a prison. The vicious and bloodthirsty prisoners won't kindly remind newcomers what not to do and what to do. Most prisoners will just watch the show, while a few with bad tempers will make things worse.

Once you're in Teresa's Prison, there's no way you can leave.

This was the first instance of self-awareness in Gajek.

The idea of ​​leaving must be completely suppressed; only then can one survive in Teresa Prison. As long as there is even a sliver of hope of leaving, Teresa Prison is a veritable hell, where every day is torture.

Prisoners who lacked such self-discipline died on the very first day, while those who were slightly stronger committed suicide in their cells within a week at most.

Those prisoners who are still alive and well in Teresa Prison are those who have already developed this awareness.

But now the topic of "leaving prison" is gradually emerging among the high-ranking prisoners. Not only Simon, but other prisoners are also starting to discuss how much longer they need to serve their sentences and when they can get out.

Gajek clearly understands why things turned out this way.

Because Li Yili, as the administrator, forcibly changed the almost chaotic natural living environment of Teresa Prison, the lives of the high-ranking prisoners improved, their safety was guaranteed, and their thoughts were no longer limited to survival, but began to yearn for development.

They got carried away.

That cell was just right as a refuge, but it could only serve as a refuge.

Gajek had no intention of getting involved in this foolish thing, much less of a fool like the other prisoners who asked psychologist Jeff how much longer they had to serve. His time in Theresa Prison was just right for him, and he had a bad feeling that although it was only a matter of time, it was happening far too fast. Those high-ranking prisoners were like bees chasing pollen, desperately flying toward the goal of "getting out of prison".

Gajek wanted to persuade Simon, but he didn't know how to start. Every time the words were on the tip of his tongue, he just couldn't say them.

Simon was a good fellow, so good that when he said he was innocent, he didn't joke about it like he did with other prisoners.

He longed to be like an old mentor, patting Simon on the shoulder and finding a corner to smoke smuggled cigarettes while patiently persuading him. But the thought that he would ultimately make Simon give up hope made him feel that his own heart and his muddy body were a perfect match.

Jeff, the psychologist in charge of the mental health of inmates at Theresa Prison, is also struggling with this dilemma.

Originally, only the lower-level prisoners who were severely suppressed due to the new system modified by Li Yili had mental health issues. Jeff was naturally adept at dealing with those prisoners.

Please, it's really satisfying to watch a bunch of bastards complain about how much pain they're in and how unbearable it is.

Mental pleasure can mask physical fatigue.

But when faced with those prisoners from higher ranks, he felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally. Although their appearances were almost grotesque, just like those of the lower-ranking prisoners, these higher-ranking prisoners were mentally similar to ordinary people, probably because they had always been the oppressed ones.

These high-ranking prisoners don't want to get out immediately. Like Simon, they just want to know how much longer they need to serve their sentences, even if it's a wrongful sentence.

Overwhelmed by stress, Jeff took sick leave and hid in Chris Dorf's cabin, sleeping for twelve hours straight.

hour.

Jeff woke up at noon, and Li Yili was sitting by the window eating chicken leg rice.

Knowing that it was almost impossible for Li Yili to give up her food due to her high emotional intelligence, Jeff didn't waste any words. He reached out and snatched the chicken leg from Li Yili's bowl, swallowed it whole, and sucked the meat off the chicken leg like he was slurping noodles. Then he leaned over and waved the bone in his hand at Rebecca before tossing it far away.

Rebecca's forehead veins bulged. "Can I kill him?"

“Not yet,” Li Yili said calmly, putting down her bowl.

“Not in the future either. By the way, what about Mr. Chris Dorf?” Jeff, who had regained his composure, twisted his body from side to side.

“I’m working, and yet another person comes to Teresa’s Road seeking salvation,” Li Yili rolled her eyes and turned to point at Teresa’s Road in the distance.

Jeff squeezed to the window and peered out. He immediately saw Chris Dorf struggling to walk across the rushing river, leaning on a wooden cane and carrying an old woman on his back. Jeff turned his head and saw another bowl of untouched chicken leg rice on the windowsill.

First, we can rule out that it was for him; second, we can rule out Rebecca, who was drooling over the bowl of chicken leg rice but didn't do anything.

“Going to work without even eating, Mr. Chrisdorf is truly a kind man,” Jeff remarked, stroking his chin. “If only someone had half the kindness of Mr. Chrisdorf.”

“If this lady were thirty years younger, I would definitely take over the burden for Mr. Chris Dorf,” Li Yili pinched the bridge of her nose. “But unfortunately, young people these days are fearless and wouldn’t think of traveling all this way to be scared half to death and then being carried across an artificial river by an old man.”

“If this lady were thirty years younger, I would definitely kick you aside and save her,” Jeff gestured with his fingers. “I’m a psychiatrist, and I can do more than just carry her to the end of Theresa’s Road. I can also provide talk therapy as a bonus.”

“Speaking of which… that old woman seemed to be carrying something on her back,” Rebecca, who had excellent eyesight, muttered on tiptoe.

"Huh? Is there anything that still needs to be smuggled in via the Teresa Road?" Jeff asked, standing on tiptoe.

Although the smuggling method via the Teresa Route had been replaced by various legitimate purchasing channels before his arrival, he had still heard about it.

"We can see this right here, so how can this be considered smuggling?" Jeff complained.

“Who knows, maybe it’s not smuggling. Theresa Prison doesn’t prohibit carrying dead people’s items in this process,” Li Yili said, crossing her arms.

More than an hour later, Chris Dorf, soaking wet and exhausted, dragged his body back to the cabin. Since Chris Dorf didn't have an extra box, Jeff couldn't help but ask about it.

“That’s her son; she came to seek redemption for him.”

Jeff fell silent.

There is only one possibility that a person is put into a box.

Chris Dougher's lonely expression reminded Li Yili of the clothes Chris Dougher had given him that didn't look like they belonged to someone in their fifties.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Simon, the Son of Corruption

"Christopher, fifty-three years old, his parents died thirty years ago, his wife died twenty-five years ago, and he has no other relatives except for his son Saint-Dove."

Li Yili closed the file in her hand and put it back on the bookshelf.

How could someone with a family and attachments stay in a place like Teresa Prison, carrying believers along the Teresa Way day after day for nearly thirty years?

Christopher, a 53-year-old man, probably only cares about his son in this world. However, the file does not mention anything about Christopher's son, Saint-Dove, after that. This is normal; how could one person's personal file record other people's lives?

But Chris Dorf spent nearly thirty years in Teresa Prison, never leaving for a single day. Every day he sat in front of the cabin, gazing at Teresa's Path, waiting for those who needed redemption to appear.

Li Yili exhaled and turned to leave the archives.

Jeff, who was waiting outside, observed Li Yili's expression. He scratched the back of his head, feeling both embarrassed and regretful. As a psychologist, he should have seen through this a long time ago. There is nothing that cannot be said. How could someone stay in Teresa Prison for nearly thirty years?

“I really did something unnecessary,” Li Yili waved her hand at Jeff, who was leaning closer. “I see you’re alright now, so hurry back to your post and get back to work.”

“This… it may sound inhumane, but knowing is better than guessing,” Jeff said, putting his hands in his pockets and letting out a long sigh. “That way, we can really avoid… things from happening.”

Li Yili ignored Jeff and turned to leave.

Watching Li Yili's departing figure, Jeff scratched the back of his head and was about to leave when a crisp sound came from behind him—the sound of a door slamming against its frame.

Jeff turned his head and looked over; the dark gap between the archive room door and the door frame seemed to lead to another world.

The room exuded an unusual chill, and by the time Jeff realized what was happening, he was already standing in front of the archives.

Jeff raised his hand and placed it on the door to the archives room. With just a little force, the door leading to the archives room would open completely.

Jeff's eyes flickered. Logically speaking, as the only psychiatrist in Theresa Prison and the attending physician for the mental illnesses of the prisoners, he was qualified to look at all kinds of files. However, no one in Theresa Prison told him that he could borrow files at will.

"Ha... What am I thinking? If there were something really shameful, why would I keep it in the archives?"

Jeff let out a long sigh and pushed open the door to the archives room.

Upon closer inspection, the door to this archive room wasn't even locked. Recalling the journey to the archive room, there were no prison guards present. Such casual security makes it hard to associate this archive room with a conspiracy.

Having figured things out, Jeff stopped hiding and went to the shelf with employee tags. In the section for those in charge, only Chris Dorf's file was sitting there all alone, so Jeff found Chris Dorf's file immediately.

Numerous signs and Li Yili's reaction had already given Jeff a detailed answer, but Jeff still chose to open Chris Dorf's file and find out the answer himself. Only in this way would he feel guilty for hurting others by prying into things out of curiosity.

"This is terrible..."

Jeff closed the file and put it back on the shelf, preparing to leave immediately. But as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the criminals' tags on a shelf behind him. The image of Simon and other prisoners asking how much longer they would have to serve flashed before Jeff's eyes.

Jeff licked his lips and strode to the door of the archives room, peering inside. The straight corridor was deserted, with only the changing halo of starlight falling from the window.

Jeff breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door to the archives, and strode to the shelf with criminal tags. He squinted, pointed at the name on one side of the file, and slowly walked deeper into the archives, his finger gliding over each name.

The densely packed names gave Jeff the feeling of counting the stars in the sky.

However, as a doctor and a psychologist, Jeff is very confident in his concentration and patience.

Jeff quickly discovered the arrangement of these files and deduced from the arrangement that he found Simon's file, as well as the files of other prisoners on Simon's floor, among the numerous files that were like stars in the sky.

"No file on the King in Yellow? Pshaw—how could there possibly be one..."

Jeff muttered something and reached out to pull down Simon's file.

According to his profile, Simon, contrary to his appearance, had a seemingly simple and gullible heart, and was quite timid and easily frightened. Simon's body was also quite remarkable, as most of his body was composed of spongy tissue, and when his muscles tensed up, his hardness could rival that of a rock.

With a little development, it could definitely become a humanoid weapon.

But Simon clearly lacked self-awareness and often broke his bones by his own muscles.

The contents of the file were roughly the same as Jeff had guessed, but what puzzled Jeff was that most of the contents of the file were prison records, while Simon's contents before he went to prison were only a few brief sentences, and his birth and other details were only summarized as a shepherd in a remote village.

Fortunately, the file contained details of Simon's crimes that led to his imprisonment in Theresa Prison, though these crimes greatly surprised Jeff.

According to the records, Simon was the tainted child born from a relationship between an evil god and a woman. At the age of twenty, the tainted part of him awakened and slaughtered the sheep that this remote village depended on for survival. Several people were also seriously injured in the process.

Jeff raised an eyebrow. "What is this...?"

His subsequent actions were certainly enough to land someone in prison, but not enough to land him in a place like Theresa's Prison. So it's clear that the reason Simon was imprisoned in Theresa's Prison was because he was the offspring of some evil god.

From appearances... it doesn't seem wrong to say that Simon is the offspring of an evil god, but according to this logic, then all the prisoners in the entire Theresa Prison could be the offspring of an evil god.

Most importantly, how many years in prison is required for the crime of being the offspring of an evil god?

Jeff hesitated for a moment before putting the file back and taking out Gajek's file next to it. He went straight to the page that recorded the crimes. Compared to Simon's suspicious and brutal murder, Gajek's crimes were much simpler. As a lawyer, he bribed people in various ways and was eventually caught. But the losses he suffered were not even as much as the amount of money that the Hagen nobleman embezzled.

It's not serious enough to warrant being locked up in Theresa May's Prison.

So it was the latter crime that led to Gajek being imprisoned.

They believed in an evil god and participated in some kind of evil ritual.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: They Had Already Been Invaded