Sir! Don't close the net!

Fortunately, the amount of intelligence was not large.

"I think there's something wrong with the Yellow-Clad Crowd?"

Seeing Li Yili holding her chin and remaining silent, Rebecca raised her paw and tapped her head, arriving at a conclusion.

"It's because they've lost their minds that they want to summon the King in Yellow again. It's because they're mentally unstable that they risk being killed to secretly steal the relics of the ancient gods from the mine in exchange for a worthless fruit!"

That's so true to me!

Rebecca proudly raised her head.

“That’s… hard to say,” Li Yili raised an eyebrow slightly. He felt as if his thoughts had hit a plastic film; he had found the target, but because he didn’t have the right direction, he couldn’t break through to get the answer.

"Plants, fruits, heritage..."

Li Yili tilted her head slightly and turned to look in the direction of the prison building, her gaze eventually landing on the top floor.

"nourishment."

"Nutrients?" Rebecca blinked. "What's wrong with nutrients?"

Li Yili's eyes flickered for a moment, then she reached out and patted Rebecca's belly, her fingers tightening as she shook it from side to side, creating ripples of flesh.

"No, I just think I might be good at raising pigs."

Rebecca, who had subconsciously relaxed her body, immediately perked up her ears, forcefully shook off Li Yili's right hand, and grinned as she growled unhappily, "What do you mean by this!"

“I just think maybe I should control your diet a little,” Li Yili shrugged. “Whether they’ve lost their minds or not, just keep an eye on any member of the Yellow-Clad Clan, wherever they go, you go too, and keep an eye on them for a few days.”

"Eh... okay..."

Rebecca was somewhat resistant, but since Li Yili had already put it this way, it wasn't appropriate for her to say no, given her status. Moreover, Li Yili's action of rubbing her stomach earlier made her realize something very dangerous.

Her figure seems to be going out of shape.

This might be a good thing for a wolf, as the fat on its belly could protect its internal organs during a fight, but she is a werewolf.

Rebecca rubbed her stomach and muttered to herself as she walked away.

Li Yili pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled a long breath, and turned to look at the farmland that Chris Doff had cultivated next to the cabin. He had never felt the fruit hanging on the branches as glaringly conspicuous as he did now.

The more Li Yili thought about it, the more her head ached, so she simply grabbed her head and squatted down on the ground.

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"A cracking sound?"

Jeff looked up in surprise at the gaunt prisoner sitting across from him at his desk, a man with vertical eyes that took up half his face.

“Yes, it’s been going on for a while now, but it’s become more and more obvious lately,” the prisoner with the vertical eyes said, raising his hand and scratching his head hard. “It’s like something tiny is drilling into my brain, and everything around me is starting to feel unreal.”

“This is a sign that your sense of security is being undermined,” Jeff said, stroking his chin and scanning his face. “Have you witnessed or heard anything recently?”

He remembered that the prisoner in front of him was also a high-ranking prisoner. His cell was the fourth cell to the left below Simon. In the current system of strict management in Theresa Prison, there were not many things that could make high-ranking prisoners feel unsafe.

As the Queen in Yellow, Li Yili wouldn't be so bored as to scare high-ranking prisoners.

The prisoner with the vertical-eyed look was taken aback, his gaze shifting.

“You shouldn’t have withheld some crucial information from the doctor,” Jeff gently reminded the prisoner, who could tell at a glance that the man with the vertical-eyed eyes was hiding something. He then picked at his ear and quipped carelessly, “Of course, in the end, you’re the only one who’ll suffer. I’m just a psychiatrist.”

The prisoner with the vertical-eyed look bowed slightly, somewhat embarrassed. "I'm sorry, maybe I was overthinking it."

Did they choose to keep it a secret?

Jeff clicked his tongue inwardly, but his smile remained unchanged. After a slightly regretful sigh, Jeff changed the subject, "By the way, I still have some questions about your past. I hope you can cooperate."

"OK--"

Seeing that Jeff didn't press the matter, the prisoner with the vertical eye felt a little ashamed. He then tried his best to recall his past to answer Jeff. Soon the treatment time was over, and a knock on the door reminded them that it was time to switch people.

Before Jeff could speak, the prisoner stood up and bowed to Jeff. Jeff didn't try to stop him, closed the notebook full of writing, and put it aside.

The prisoner with the vertical eyes walked to the door, placed his right hand on the doorknob, but did not immediately push the door open and leave.

Jeff raised an eyebrow, straightened his back, and waited calmly without urging him.

"Um, doctor..."

"what happened?"

"you

"Do you think I can live a normal life outside like this?" The prisoner with the vertical eye turned his head slightly, and the vertical eye that occupied half of his face looked extremely eerie in the shadows.

Jeff hesitated for a moment before answering with a sigh.

To outsiders, the vertical eye is a demon that has escaped from hell. They fear the vertical eye and try to destroy it. If they find that the vertical eye is not so powerful, then the vertical eye will become a monster in people's eyes.

Perhaps for the prisoners in this prison, the outside world is the real hell, and Teresa Prison, institutionalized by Li Yili, is their final destination.

Of course, before experiencing such despair, those who longed to leave Theresa Prison would never have accepted this outcome.

Imagine the despair of someone who thinks they've gained freedom and cheers as they leave, only to be brutally beaten and ultimately discover that Teresa Prison is their true home.

Li Yili's refusal to help him was probably also due to this matter.

But he is a doctor, and doctors shouldn't presume to tell their patients that there's no hope and they should just wait to die.

He couldn't possibly say that to the man who was a prisoner in Teresa's Prison.

If he said that to Vertical Eyes, it would be equivalent to issuing a critical condition notice to all the prisoners in Teresa Prison. So what would he be doing in Teresa Prison? Just playing around?

"No one can make a decision on this kind of thing until the very end."

Shuyan looked somewhat incredulous, bowed slightly to Jeff, and then pushed open the door and left.

“Ha…he’s spouted some incredible nonsense again,” Jeff said, slapping his forehead in annoyance. He spun his chair around. “Next.”

The office door opened with a click, but the person who opened it showed no intention of coming in.

Jeff was taken aback and turned his chair to look over. Standing in the doorway was not a prisoner, but the jailer Byron. The aisle behind Byron was empty, without a single prisoner.

Jeff's heart skipped a beat, and he involuntarily sat up straight.

Byron smiled slightly and raised his hand to adjust the brim of the jailer's hat.

"Mr. Jeff, the warden has something important to discuss with you."

Chapter 43 I've Come to Redeem You

Jeff was a little nervous.

Although there were rumors at the beginning that the warden of Teresa Prison, Auguste, had been usurped by Li Yili through back channels, in reality, it seems less that Li Yili had seized power and used the foundation built by Auguste to do whatever she wanted in Teresa Prison, and more that Auguste was demonstrating his extraordinary abilities to all the prisoners in Teresa Prison.

And this display is done quietly.

Jeff did not believe that Auguste, who had been sitting in the position of warden of Theresa Prison, which was composed of four forces: the Galar Horn, the Black Gate and the Celestials, the Bishop of Azalea, and the Cult of Steam and Steel, would be usurped by Li Yili, nor did he believe that Auguste would be intimidated by Li Yili's Yellow King's imposing presence.

Augus is definitely using Li Yili to carry out some extraordinary plan.

Jeff suddenly understood, but it was a little too late.

Please—

Byron turned sideways, reached out and pushed open the door to the warden's office, giving Jeff a polite smile.

Jeff, with his hands behind his back and a calm expression, nodded to Byron.

Although he was panicking, he couldn't lose face, and he couldn't let Augusert notice that he was panicking.

Upon entering the warden's office, Jeff was just about to launch into a barrage of innocent questions when he discovered that there was another person in the office besides Augus. The moment Jeff saw the other person's face, he couldn't help but curse out loud.

"Damn it—"

If you were to ask him who he least wanted to see right now, Warden Augusart of Teresa Prison would only be second on the list. First would be the Cult of Steam and Steel, which had been transformed into a conglomerate. Standing next to Augusart was Walter, the person in charge of the Cult of Steam and Steel who had been communicating with him and investing in him.

Jeff broke out in a cold sweat; the first and second people he least wanted to see were now together.

The door behind Jeff creaked shut, and Jeff felt a chill run down his spine.

“Dr. Jeff, you don’t seem... so happy to see me,” Walter raised an eyebrow.

"Is it...is it that obvious?" Jeff scratched the back of his head and chuckled, but his gaze fell on Augusert.

He remembered that Augus was a man of high rank, a member of the Azavet Bishop's faction. Why would he stand with Walter of the Church of Steam and Steel?

“Okay, Dr. Jeff, I understand you don’t want us to interfere with your research, after all, you are the one who proposed the theory that the Chosen Ones can recover from a state of being out of control,” Walter pinched the bridge of his nose.

"But I also hope that you, Mr. Jeff, understand that the reason we invested in your research so readily is not because we are foolish and have too much money, but because we are also conducting research in this area and have determined that your direction is feasible."

Jeff was stunned, his eyes widened, he looked at Walter, then at Augusert, and opened his mouth.

Is this something that can be said in front of Bishop Azawi's people?

Jeff had a very bad feeling.

“We desperately need the results of this study, so Dr. Jeff, please be frank and accept our help; it will save us both time,” Walter shrugged. “Dr. Jeff, we know you are in contact with prisoners at Theresa Prison.”

Jeff glanced at Auguste, who seemed to be standing motionless as if in the background, and patted his forehead. "Because I'm the psychiatrist at Theresa Prison."

“Ha… Dr. Jeff, why do you think we let you come to Theresa Prison?” Walter sighed helplessly. “However, Dr. Jeff, your choice to go to Theresa Prison has convinced us that the investment was correct, so we decided to save you the trouble of contacting and questioning each person one by one.”

Walter paused, put his hands behind his back, looked Jeff over, and then smiled with satisfaction.

"Of course, what pleases us most is Dr. Jeff's courage in taking risks for this research."

Jeff's eye twitched, and his bad premonition grew stronger.

Walter seemed to have misunderstood something, and this misunderstanding opened the door to a certain world for him, but in return... everything he knew began to become illusory.

Pretending to understand what the other person is saying when you don't know it is no different from walking a tightrope, but now he only has one choice left: to walk this tightrope.

Jeff, without hesitation, put his hand on his back and raised his chin. "Really? Then why don't you share your research findings?"

Walter didn't show any displeasure at Jeff's impolite tone; in fact, he even raised the corners of his mouth. "Dr. Jeff, you'll find out soon enough. The warden will be in your hands from now on."

Walter smiled and stepped aside.

Auguste, who had always been like a background figure, got up and straightened his clothes.

They have a really good relationship.

Jeff muttered a few words to himself, turned around, and waited for Augus and Walter to pass before following them.

Throughout the journey, Augusch and Walter remained silent. Jeff, playing the role of aloof researcher, tilted his head back with an air of profound wisdom, but his gaze never left Augusch and Walter.

This was the first time Augus had appeared before the prisoners of Teresa Prison since it had been institutionalized by Li Yili, and this time he had brought Walter with him.