Both men and women disappeared suddenly, leaving as soon as they said they were going. They came suddenly and left very quickly, leaving Victor alone sitting on the futon and staring.
"What do you mean...it's gone so soon? I don't know when that guy will come to save me. I will be hanged at noon tomorrow..."
"Also, what time is it now... If I am really dreaming, how long have I been asleep?"
"How can I wake up? Do I really want to commit suicide?"
Although suicide is a way to wake up from a dream, this is not like an ordinary dream, and Victor does not dare to try it easily.
So, he thought of another possible way.
"First of all, I am not a seer, but I can enter the secret palace, just like the writer lady... No, maybe the writer lady is a seer, and she is deliberately hiding it."
"Then there must be a reason why I came in... Could it be this black ghost parasitic on me?"
"It shouldn't be... this thing will only drag me into a cyclical dream. It can't bring me into the secret place to see its true self... Then the most likely reason is this key."<
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Victor pinched the key to the Taoist temple and continued to think.
Before, he was made unconscious by a parasitic ghost. He happened to be holding the key at that time, and then he must have fallen asleep or fainted?
In the past, the key has always been hidden in the Immortal Guide. Victor has put the Immortal Guide in his pocket and slept countless times, but never entered this mysterious space.
Maybe... the shell of the fairy guide limits some functions of the key?
Wait, if you think about it this way, when he came in, he held the key. If he fell asleep holding the key again, would he go back?
Once you have an idea, you can try it. Victor found a comfortable place, lay on the slightly cleaner ground, pillowed on his futon, then held the key and closed his eyes...
Five minutes later, he felt the hard touch under his body change, and when he opened his eyes, he was really back in the cell where he was imprisoned.
Sitting up from the hard bed board, Victor glanced at the light hole on the top of the wall and roughly judged that it was already morning.
"The gold digger will be hanged at noon. Does that gold digger still have to prepare a plan?"
After thinking of this, Victor immediately judged that he could not put all his hopes on that man, he had to do something himself.
At this time, there was movement outside. The three sheriffs had almost woken up, and joking laughter came from outside the room.
"Hey!" Victor shouted, "I have something to say!"
After hearing this, a sheriff entered the room angrily and stood in front of Victor's cage, with his hands on his hips.
"Do you know the Renekton Police Bureau? I have something very important that I need to talk to them about." Victor explained to the other party.
"Oh? Really? Why would they talk to you?"
"I have important clues and am a witness protected by the Prosecution Bureau. You can't just hang me so easily."
"Witness? Haha...I haven't settled the debt with you for your madness last night..." The policeman roared angrily, turned and left the room, and casually said to the short policeman outside, "Donnie, go over and let him
Be honest!"
The next second, the short Sheriff named Donnie rushed in with a pair of small eyes that were trying to open wide, like a husky, with a tense face.
He was holding a stick in his hand, and it seemed that he wanted Victor to quiet down.
Victor looked at the other party, immediately raised his hands, and began to try his words B.
"Man, please calm down. There's no need to be so extreme, right? I have something to say to you, just to you..."
The short policeman raised his curled beard and said with a sneer: "Mr. Victor, we just hope that you can shut up before you die. Can't you even do such a small request?"
"You know who I am. Listen, I have inherited the family's property. As long as you let me go, I can give you enough Faka..."
No one knows what trouble Victor encountered when inheriting the family property, and he can lie unscrupulously.
The policeman named Downey rolled his eyes and quickly refused: "Don't try to bribe me..."
"Listen, I have a large amount of checks that were not burned by the fire. I have placed them with Agent Henry of the Police Bureau. As long as you can find him to bail me out, I promise to give you half of it!"
Victor lied without blinking an eye, and the Husky Sheriff in front of him seemed to be frightened by him.
"Wait a minute...then...how many denominations are there?"
After hearing this, Victor held out three fingers and asked Donnie to guess.
Donnie's pupils shrank and he opened his mouth to marvel silently. He didn't know what kind of exaggerated number came to his mind.
From the first time Victor saw him, he felt that this guy was not that smart. It seems that his ability to think is no weaker than that of the gold digger in his dream...
"I have to confirm...just wait."
After saying that, Donnie pretended to knock on the iron cell twice, and then walked out of the room. Soon Victor heard the sound of him closing the door, and most likely he ran to find someone from the Inspection Bureau.
Now I just hope that the Husky Sheriff can move faster...
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About three hours later, Sheriff Downey had not returned yet. It was almost noon, and the two sheriffs in the lobby outside had already begun to look for the keys to the iron cell. It seemed that they were preparing to escort Victor to the gallows.
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"What's going on outside?"
At this time, a large group of townspeople gathered outside the security station, making noises one after another.
They were all in a strange state. Some had their hands on the holsters on their waists and looked like they would pull them out at any time. Other farmers without guns were carrying axes and machetes, and some peasant women were dragging rolling pins. Several waves of people were guarding the peace and order.
Surrounded by the enemy, there is an appearance of raising an army to accuse.
The two police officers frowned and decided to see what happened.
With a click, the door opened, and they went out with their arms akimbo to confront the group of townspeople.
"I said you should be in a good mood on a new day. What are you going to do?" a police officer asked the group of unruly people in confusion.
A cowboy with a sinister face raised his head and glared at the police in the town: "My son saw the door of your police station early in the morning and was frightened to tears, so I have to tear it down!"
Huh?
The two police officers looked at each other in confusion, neither of them understanding what had made this man crazy.
"If you step on my foot, I will step on your foot to pieces!" A farmer stared at another police officer and roared hysterically.
The sheriff looked at this man and was shocked: "I said Jason...this happened three years ago..."
"You drove away my lover... and caused him to be bitten to death by a wolf..." Another peasant woman pointed at the two sheriffs and cried bitterly, heartbroken.
The Sheriff looked at her speechlessly: "Judith...this is your husband's intention. You have been unfaithful to him...and your lover is just a dog. If it doesn't work, you can change it...
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"No! I'm going to kill you!" Judith roared at the top of her lungs.
Following her roar, the townspeople surrounding the security station began to slowly approach and surround them. Their eyes were filled with strong anger, as if they were about to tear the two security officers alive.
Even the most obtuse person can see that the situation is abnormal.
These guys don't know why, but their minds are dominated by their own inexplicable anger.
It wasn't until the cowboy pulled out his gun that the two sheriffs realized the seriousness of the situation!