N-A-A Chapter 283 I went bankrupt after just a few days in jail?
Chapter 283 I went bankrupt after just a few days in jail?
Chapter 283 I went bankrupt after just a few days in jail?
trial room.
It was a small, oppressive room, with walls that seemed unusually thick. A small iron table stood in the center, with chairs on either side.
Under the light of the gas lamp on the wall, Lorne could clearly see the interrogator opposite him—a young man dressed in an ordinary police officer's uniform.
"Are you taking me straight to the church?" — Lorne glanced at the other person briefly.
This person doesn't seem like a substitute for the punishment; he's just an ordinary police officer—could it be that they just see me as a regular suspect?
Sigh—I did a good deed, but why do I feel like I've become a criminal?—Lorne took a deep breath and pulled his chaotic thoughts back to reality.
"Mr. Scott, relax, it's just a routine inquiry, it won't take you long," the young officer said.
"I understand, I understand." Lorne nodded, a cooperative smile on his face. "Officer, you've gone to so much trouble, of course I'll cooperate fully."
"Alright—I'll ask, you answer."
Lorne nodded again, indicating his agreement.
Why were you on Iris Street in the Joewood district? Especially at that time.
"I just happened to be passing by," Lorne replied without changing his expression.
"Then why did you pass by there?" the young officer pressed.
"walk."
"A walk?" The young officer looked up, his eyes filled with suspicion. "How could it have been a simple walk back then? Especially in such a relatively secluded alley."
He stared at Lorne, his tone stern: "Mr. Scott, I've been very polite to you, and I hope you'll cooperate and tell the truth!"
"Sigh—" Looking at the young police officer's indignant expression, Lorne sighed and looked troubled.
"Are you sure what I say here won't get out?"
"Of course." Seeing that Lorne looked ready to confess, the officer immediately composed himself and nodded with a smile. He picked up a pen and paper, ready to take notes.
"Alright then—actually—" Lorne's eyes darted around, his body trembled slightly, and he looked like he had done something wrong.
"Golden Rose," he uttered in a low voice.
"What?" The young police officer was slightly taken aback and didn't react.
"It's the Golden Rose!" Lorne suddenly raised her head, then quickly lowered it again, looking extremely ashamed. "You should know what the Golden Rose is, right?"
"That's the biggest one in the Georgewood district—"
"I—I just want to relax a bit."
As he spoke, Lorne's tone became somewhat urgent, even tinged with fear. He looked up again, his face filled with apprehension as he stared at the young officer.
"I only heard about that place by chance—"
"I just wanted to see it for myself. I took the back road because I was afraid of being seen by someone I knew."
"Officers, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone about this! Otherwise, my reputation will be completely ruined!"
The young officer left, leaving Lorne alone.
A heated argument could be faintly heard outside; it sounded like there were other people besides the police.
Hopefully, they can get away with it, but Scott's reputation is already somewhat unclear—it's already unclear what's going on with Heyole, and now there's the added character of someone with unsatisfied desires.
Sigh—oh well, Scott's reputation is already bad enough, so let it get any worse.
Lorne sighed softly. He had a feeling this wouldn't end so easily.
"Let's try to negotiate for now—"
A few minutes later, the young police officer returned.
"Several church members have come looking for you."
"Which church?" Lorne immediately became alert.
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"Church of the Lord of Storms"
"No," Lorne answered crisply. "I am a follower of the Goddess of Night."
"They just wanted to ask you about the situation."
"Didn't we already ask about the specifics?" Lorne frowned slightly.
"They want you to go to the Cathedral of St. Winds, where there are some other suspects that you need to identify."
"Please forgive me for refusing. I am just an ordinary young man and do not want to get involved in any troublesome cases."
Lorne shook his head decisively.
Go to the Storm Lord's Cathedral? Are you kidding me?!
Putting everything else aside, James Scott and Lorne Disenke might not be very famous, but Monkey Brando is definitely notorious at sea! After all, he has a 10,000-pound bounty on his head; if he's recognized by accident—
Even if you manage to conceal it, if they discover that you are an extraordinary person, you will have to spend the rest of your life behind bars in the dark.
"Alright, stop stopping me!" Just then, a tall, middle-aged man in an inspector's uniform forced his way in.
"You go out first, let me ask him questions!" he snapped at the young police officer rudely.
This impetuous and fiery style—that's the style of a substitute punishment. Lorne's eyes narrowed instantly. During his time at sea, he had dealt with many such people, and he could tell their ways at a glance.
"But—" The young police officer wanted to say something, but after being glared at fiercely by the person who was taking the punishment, he immediately dared not speak.
"Let me do it."
A third person entered the interrogation room. He was a man wearing an unusual black shirt, without a vest, only a black, informal jacket. He had sparse eyebrows, cold blue eyes, and facial features that resembled sharp blades, so hard that they lacked sufficient softness.
"Also an extraordinary one"—Lorne's alarm bells rang loudly, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"No way! All cases in the Joewood district are handled by us—cough cough, we're in charge!" The substitute offender refused without even thinking.
"This is a criminal case!"
"You know what I'm talking about!"
"You are not qualified—"
"Do you have one? This is a police station!"
"You fucking—"
The two men argued fiercely over jurisdiction in the interrogation room, right in front of Lorne—completely ignoring Lorne behind the interrogation chair.
"Hey! The food at your police station is awful!"
"No meat is fine, but an oatmeal bread would be nice too!"
"You can't force a gentleman like me, who earns over £50 a month, to eat these things—"
"I'm going to file a complaint against you!"
Lorne gnawed on his dry, dark bread, staring speechlessly at the police officer who had come to deliver his meal.
He used an exaggerated tone that even he himself disliked to disguise himself. He tried hard to create the image of an ordinary citizen who was full of complaints about being inexplicably imprisoned, concerned about his reputation but somewhat powerless.
"I'm going to file a complaint against you! I'm definitely going to file a complaint!" he continued to shout.
He has been locked up in the police station's temporary detention room for three days. Apart from the initial interrogation, no one has come to formally question him. They just keep him locked up without asking any questions, as if they are wearing down his patience or waiting for something.
The officer ignored him, simply shoving the tray in with a blank expression and saying coldly, "We'll let you go once we've investigated."
"Please, what's there to investigate?!"
The officer didn't respond, but collected the trays and prepared to leave. Just before leaving, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and said, "Oh, by the way, your employee is here to visit you. Get ready."
The employee—sigh—Lorne clenched his fists.
Although I'm locked up, people are still allowed to visit. Are they trying to use these visits to catch me out? Pshaw.
Not long after, Lorne saw Factory Manager Ted and old Kohler, with whom he had a good relationship, behind the iron bars of the visiting area.
Both of them were clearly in low spirits.
"Boss/Mr. Scott, are you alright?"
Looking at Lorne's haggard face, both of them were somewhat excited.
Lorne waved his hand, signaling them to be quiet.
"Sir, what happened? The police officer who delivered the message said you've become a criminal suspect," Ted asked urgently in a low voice.
"This is a slander!" Lorne's voice was filled with indignation. "I did nothing, and they locked me up!"
"Do you think I look like someone who would commit a crime?" He looked at the two of them, his eyes "sincere" and "aggrieved".
"Of course not!" Old Kohler spoke first. "We all know that Mr. Scott, you are a true gentleman and would never commit a crime!"
"Yes." Ted nodded vigorously, trusting the young boss's character.
"Hoo—" Lorne sighed, then deliberately raised his voice so that the guards outside could hear him.
"Lawyer! I want the best lawyer!"
"Ted! Go get the best lawyer in all of Backlund to bail me out! I'm going to sue this police department!"
"Understood, boss, I'll arrange it right away!" He had been in business for some years and did know a few lawyers who were quite well-known in the legal field.
After waiting a few minutes and seeing that Lorne's emotions had calmed down a bit, Ted carefully chose his words and cautiously spoke again: "Boss, actually—"
He and old Kohler exchanged a worried glance.
"Something happened at the factory while you were away."
"Something?" Seeing the two people's obviously bad expressions, Lorne's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Actually, it's not just our factory, the whole of Backlund is—" Ted's tone was somewhat evasive.
"Yes, yes, yes! I heard that several noblemen jumped off the building! And several others lay on the railway tracks!" Old Kohler chimed in, seemingly trying to set the stage.
Seeing the two of them desperately building up their emotions, as if they were afraid he wouldn't be able to handle the blow, Lorne waved his hand speechlessly. "Stop, stop, stop. Just say what's on your mind. I can handle it."
"Uh—that's it—" Ted took a deep breath.
"Our factory is going bankrupt."
"what?"