Sir! Don't close the net!

"Speaking of which, are there really so many coincidences in this world?"

Jeff opened his notebook and muttered to himself.

The phrase "thirty years ago" appeared repeatedly in the prisoners' mouths. What was even more strange was that these prisoners did not recall the changes that occurred thirty years ago that led to the change in the lifestyle of their birthplace in the way of "something strange happened". Instead, they mentioned the events of thirty years ago as if they were introducing the customs of their hometown.

In fact, most of the prisoners he has seen were born after the lifestyle in their birthplace had changed. A small number of particularly old prisoners were born two years before the changes occurred, and they can still be considered to have grown up in the changed environment.

The new customs that emerged thirty years ago, like the appearance of those prisoners, were somewhat familiar, but they extended in an incredibly bizarre way and produced even more absurd results.

Although it felt a bit like a conspiracy theory, Jeff had a feeling that some force was conducting some kind of horrific experiment, and that Theresa Prison was a containment facility used to prevent others from noticing the experiment.

Jeff genuinely resisted this conclusion. If that were true, then Simon and the others would never be able to leave Theresa Prison, and he would never be able to cure Simon and the others' "illness."

Because Simon and his friends weren't sick at all; it was the world that made them sick.

“Ha… what am I thinking… how could such a thing be possible?” Jeff pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, denying the speculation that some force was conducting experiments.

He believes that there is some kind of force in the world that can alienate the human body, but he does not believe that simply changing one's lifestyle or adding some common sense that others cannot understand can cause the human body to become alienated.

If the human body were so prone to mutations, then he wouldn't be a corporate slave working as a psychologist, but a being called a psychologist.

"Go investigate their birthplace..."

Jeff rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.

The possibility that a certain faction is conducting some absurd experiment has not been completely ruled out, and the faction conducting the experiment is almost certainly one of the following: the Galar Horn that built Theresa Prison, the Black Gate and the Celestials, the Bishop of Azavet, or the Cult of Steam and Steel.

Regardless of which one it is, he's likely to be discovered if he investigates.

The safest, yet most tedious, method is to deduce the information from the prisoners' memories, but frankly, that's no different from guessing.

Even if there is a source of the problem, it is no different from common sense to the prisoners here. Just as people do not think there is anything wrong with the sun that rises every day and will not go out of their way to investigate it, the prisoners here will not investigate the source of the problem that outsiders perceive.

Even if he knew that a factory had been added to the birthplace of those prisoners thirty years ago, he couldn't possibly know the details.

"Ah...didn't some outsider just happen to wander into their experimental site and conduct a thorough investigation?"

Jeff murmured something unconsciously and then fell silent, raising his hand to slap his forehead hard.

"Damn, there really is!"

Along Theresa Road, Jeff, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stood with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind. Across from Jeff, Li Yili sat on a small stool, resting her chin on her hand, watching the prisoners wielding hoes in the distance.

Rebecca crouched at a distance, watching the standoff with curiosity.

Jeff pinched the still-burning cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Alright—"

After saying that, Jeff turned around and left, a cigarette dangling from his lips, much to Rebecca's utter disappointment as she exclaimed, "It hasn't even started yet!"

“I’m already standing here, and this guy isn’t even going to open his mouth, which means he’s not going to tell me what I want to know. Asking him is pointless,” Jeff waved his hand and left Theresa Road without looking back.

Rebecca glanced at Jeff's desolate figure and quietly leaned behind Li Yili, lowering her voice, "What does he want to know?"

“Something that would make you disappear from the face of the earth,” Li Yili rolled his eyes and flicked Rebecca’s nose, which was almost touching his face.

Jeff would ask him about it, which was to be expected, since other investigative channels might have disappeared without finding anything.

However, he did not intend to tell Jeff the truth.

"Really?!" Rebecca covered her nose and shrank back.

"So, what about the thing I asked you to investigate?" Li Yili raised her hand and waved it.

"Well..." Rebecca laughed awkwardly.

"what--"

"I, I didn't slack off! I really did go and talk to the other members of the Yellow Shirts one by one!" Seeing Li Yili sigh, Rebecca immediately bristled and waved her hands to defend herself, "But they were guarding me like the plague, they wouldn't even say a word to me, it felt like they had expelled me from the Yellow Shirts!"

Li Yili's gaze shifted downwards and landed on the extremely conspicuous collar around Rebecca's neck.

It's strange that they could still retain the Yellow Robe Clan's register under such circumstances.

Li Yili turned her head and continued to gaze at the Road of Teresa, lost in thought.

Although Rebecca has been expelled from the Yellow Robes, the terrifying title of "Uncaptureable Nightmare" still lingers. Rebecca isn't the type to grab someone by the back of the head without them saying a word. Given Rebecca's personality, she would definitely pin someone who ignores her against the wall and force them to speak.

This silence implies that the Yellowcoats do not want Rebecca's master, Levi Esti Richard, to know the details of this matter.

This is quite strange. What is it about Levi Strauss-Estée Richard that makes the Yellow Shirts so wary of him?

In terms of power, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that he was only responsible for making demands. The one who constantly fulfilled his wishes like an omnipotent and tolerant god was the warden August, and he was not August's henchman.

Even if the Yellow Clan, who are all madmen, were to be guarded against, they should be guarded against the warden's side, but that's impossible. In Teresa Prison, the kind of transactions between high-ranking and low-ranking prisoners couldn't possibly escape the warden's notice. Moreover, the Yellow Clan wanted to perform a forbidden ritual to summon the King in Yellow. Since Rebecca could find out about it, the warden would naturally know as well, but the prison authorities didn't take any action.

Therefore, he was the only one being guarded against.

Levi-Estée Richard, or rather, the King in Yellow.

You can easily find out the plan and the purpose, but you can't know the reason for wanting to achieve that purpose. This could also be a trap.

"Rebecca, go do something for me."

While Li Yili was struggling to organize her thoughts, Rebecca, who felt she hadn't asked anything and whose question wasn't hers, immediately nodded in agreement.

Chapter 41 Institutionalized Prisons

Mamaka felt aggrieved; ever since Teresa Prison was institutionalized, his quality of life had plummeted.

As a prisoner who thrived in the cutthroat world of Teresa Prison, his life was always quite comfortable. He had no shortage of food and drink, and his only, and most enthusiastic, interest was enjoying the "faith" from the higher-ups, which gave him a sense of omnipotence.

He preferred life inside Teresa Prison to the outside world; he even felt that Teresa Prison was the real world.

But Teresa Prison was institutionalized.

As one rule after another was implemented targeting them, the life he loved was completely destroyed.

The stable and selectable three meals a day could only fill his body, but could not satisfy his spirit. Every time he saw Simon walk in front of him, his bloodthirsty desires would begin to surge. Countless times he fantasized about rushing up and cutting Simon into pieces, and devouring Simon's delicious flesh and blood.

But the eerie solitary confinement cell hanging overhead and the omnipresent prison guards repeatedly shattered his illusions, bringing him back to the bleak reality.

He was desperate because it seemed he was really in jail now.

However, he was also certain that this situation wouldn't last long.

He felt he wasn't the only one suffering from depression, and others had already begun taking action.

Mamaka couldn't help but snort, but before he could take a few steps, he felt someone step on his tail. Mamaka was furious and turned his head sharply, about to shout, "Which brat is so stupid as to step on my tail!" But it was Rebecca who stepped on his tail.

The moment Mamaka's eyes met Rebecca's vertical, beastly gaze, he swallowed back what was about to spill from his mouth and forced out an awkward smile. "This, isn't this Miss Rebecca? What can I do for you?"

Rebecca grinned and bent down to grab Mamaka's tail. Mamaka instinctively wanted to scream, but he held back. He was sure that the moment he screamed, Rebecca would give up dragging him into a corner and instead choose to tear him to pieces.

Perhaps someone will hear his screams, but by then he will surely be dead. Afterwards, Rebecca may not care at all about killing a prisoner, because he is already dead!

Therefore, you absolutely must not make a sound.

Despite his fear, Mamaka was dragged tremblingly by Rebecca into a deserted corner.

"Hey—Mamaka, long time no see. Actually, I have some questions for you," Rebecca tossed Mamaka into a corner and grinned at him with a bright smile. "What on earth are the Yellow Clan up to? By the way, don't try to lie to me. I know what it smells like when people lie."

Mamaka swallowed hard. "The Yellow King's forces are planning a large-scale summoning ritual to unleash the full power of the Yellow King."

"Ha... Mamaka, my patience is limited. Do you think what I want to know is something that can only be heard as a rumor?" Rebecca raised her right hand, and sharp claws extended. "What are those guys' reasons for keeping it from me about summoning the Yellow King? Don't tell me it's because they worship the Yellow King. Only a fool would worship the Yellow King."

Rebecca sniffed the air; she smelled fear.

Just when Rebecca thought Mamaka would spill everything she knew in order to get registered, Mamaka shook her head vigorously, sweating profusely.

"I...I don't know. How could the Yellow-Clad Clan tell such a small fry as me!"

It's the truth, but there's a hint of guilt in it.

“Then tell me your guess,” Rebecca said, her eyes narrowing. She paused, then raised her paw and tapped the collar around her neck. “I’m almost at my limit.”

Mamaka was taken aback, somewhat surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and tentatively asked, "You have a problem with that person?"

"It's huge—do I look like I have no objections?!" Rebecca suddenly raised her voice. "That bastard ambushed me and forcibly locked me in a cage, and I was humiliated in every way! I even had this shameful collar put on me! Every day is a living hell!"

Mamaka opened his mouth.

He really couldn't reconcile Rebecca's shiny fur with her miserable life. At least by his estimation... Rebecca's level had increased by at least two or three levels compared to before. Her spirits were visibly improved, and he wasn't blind, nor was anyone else. The prisoners in Teresa Prison secretly called the current Rebecca Li Yili's loyal dog.

Every day, it wags its tail and follows Li Yili around.

But Rebecca's angry expression now doesn't seem fake.

“This collar is custom-made,” Rebecca clicked her tongue in annoyance when she saw Mamaka’s hesitant expression. “Understand?”

Actually, this collar is just an ordinary collar, and she has even taken it off herself a few times.

Mamaka was taken aback, then suddenly realized and quickly nodded.

Upon closer reflection, that makes sense. How could that ferocious nightmare possibly wag its tail and follow the person who locked it in the cage like a dog every day? Moreover, given Rebecca's past reckless and brutal behavior, Mamaka doesn't believe that Rebecca is lying, or rather, lying to his intelligence.

Rebecca stared at Mamaka with a strange look in her eyes, and for some reason, she felt a strong urge to crush Mamaka.

But no, she hadn't yet figured out what Li Yi wanted to confirm.

Hold back!

"The Yellow-Clad Clan really didn't tell me anything. Only they know their reasons for wanting to summon the Yellow King."

Mamaka shifted his body from side to side, trying to calm Rebecca down with words while searching for a way to escape.

Believing that Rebecca wasn't lying to him is one thing, but telling her everything is quite another.

“So tell me what you’re thinking,” Rebecca, noticing Mamaka’s subtle movements, instantly moved in front of Mamaka, grabbed him by the neck, and placed her right foot on the seven-inch mark of Mamaka’s snake-like body, applying slight pressure.

"Gulp—I, I heard that recently the Yellow Robes Clan reached some kind of deal with some jailers, it seems that they will arrange for the Yellow Robes Clan to excavate underground temples as much as possible. I also inquired about it out of curiosity, and it turns out that the Yellow Robes Clan has been in charge of excavating the heritage recently."

Rebecca's unreasonable and reckless way of doing things made Mamaka so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood, but he had to admit it was really effective. Whether he liked it or not, he had no choice but to tell everything he knew.

"The Yellow-Clad Clan appears to be secretly stealing the legacy of the ancient gods."

"

“That’s impossible—those jailers practically tear your buttocks apart when they search you!” Rebecca immediately retorted loudly.

Although it sounds bizarre, the legacy of the ancient gods is that important.

“I don’t know, and I don’t believe it either, but… I think I know why they stole those assets,” Mamaka said in a low voice. “They were using those assets to exchange for the fruit that the top-ranking prisoner, Sif, bore.”

Chapter 42 I Might Be More Suitable for Raising Pigs

Rebecca was not so much reporting the intelligence she had gathered as she was making sarcastic remarks, because she just said whatever came to mind and would sometimes repeat herself.