The discussion died down again.
"I'm going to ask you questions below, and you have to make sure you answer them honestly."
“…I’m ready.”
Hitzfeld took a deep breath.
"You told me in your message that you had a nightmare. Please repeat it in outline."
“I saw death.”
Hitzfeld followed up with another statement.
"The earth cracked, the riverbeds dried up, and the bones of men piled up in mountains."
"In the ruins of a civilization stands a huge black tree, its branches seem to be crowned with dark clouds, and its roots are rooted in the ground like blood vessel tentacles."
“It’s absorbing nutrients from everything.”
“I saw it dancing in the wind.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden noise broke out all around.
Hitzfeld tried hard to distinguish what was being said and roughly heard someone whispering words like "impossible", "incredible", "exactly the same", "suspicious"... but he couldn't make out what was being said specifically.
"quiet."
Annual Rings spoke again.
When the noise died down, she continued to question the girl in an extremely stern tone: "What were you doing at that time?"
"sleeping."
"Don't you have insomnia and can't fall asleep?"
The feminine voice sounded again.
"I have the ring of the evil god of desire." Hitzfell looked towards the darkness on the left, "With this thing, I can enter a dream once a week..."
"How do you have such a dangerous thing?" the voice became louder.
"I applied - all the paperwork is in place."
“Who approved the procedure?”
“M. de Villefort.”
"So you are all..."
"They have conducted many experiments and determined that the power of this ring can only hypnotize a golden squirrel." Hitzfeld interrupted him again, "Is it very powerful? Such a powerful artifact, I think you must want to know its full name..."
The noise started again.
This time it was because of fear - no one wanted to hear those terrible names being recited.
"She's threatening me!"
The voice roared angrily.
"Look at her—years of growth!"
"It is indeed inappropriate to speak without doing research." Annual Rings sounded very happy. "If I were you, Vesta, I would shut up."
The feminine voice never sounded again.
I don’t know whether he felt ashamed or was intimidated by the power of the annual rings.
"During your dream, did you hear any strange noises?"
Annual Rings continued to ask Hitzfeld.
"No."
"No sound at all?"
"There was no sound at all."
"You haven't come into contact with anything sinister either."
"No."
"I haven't had any of this in the past few days since I woke up, or before I fell asleep, and I haven't come into contact with any strange people."
"No—I've been living there ever since I came back from Greentown. I haven't even left the house."
"Then this is interesting."
There was a muffled sound.
It sounds like the sound of a stamp.
"Let's adjourn."
She heard Annual Ring sigh.
“This is not something that can be researched here.”
"You should go next door."
"Pollution Inspection Department."
Chapter 6: The Origin of Dreams
As these words were spoken, a series of crisp "cracking" sounds were heard all around.
The next thing that changed was that the light became brighter, and all the lights in the venue were turned on, illuminating the people who were sitting on the spiral steps, packing up their things to leave.
Hitzfeld looked around and found that there was a tall platform at the four corners of the bottom circle - 0 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 6 o'clock, and 9 o'clock.
Standing on the stage opposite her was Nian Lun. This time she was wearing a black gauze dress, which gave her a mysterious look.
Noticing that Hitzfeld was looking at her, she covered her face with a veil and only glanced at her with her exposed eyes, then nodded her chin in the direction of the front door.
Do you mean go out and talk?
Hitzfeld quickly understood and nodded to show that he understood.
In addition, she saw Villefort on the interrogation table on the right, and a dwarf wrapped tightly in a black robe on the interrogation table behind her.
The latter was definitely Pusangsi. So she was very surprised. On the one hand, she was surprised that all these people were there, and on the other hand, she was curious why they didn't say anything when she was being challenged at the beginning.
Could it be that Vesta is some big shot?
Pusians is the principal of Dream City. Apart from the White Shadow Palace, is there anything else in the entire Wayne Port that can scare her?
With such doubts in mind, she looked closely at the platform on the left.
Then she saw a tall, thin man with short gray-green hair and a dark gray suit staring at her.
He must have hated her very much, because his lips were pursed so tightly that the wrinkles on his face were particularly prominent. When he noticed that she was looking at him, he immediately narrowed his eyes, raised his chin, picked up his cane and turned away.
The guards came over and uncuffed her, guiding her out of the chair.
Hitzfeld glanced to his left.
The chair is empty.
At some point, Bill Klomo was gone.
"Hitzfeld!"
After coming out, Xia Yibing came up to her first and hugged her according to the etiquette of friends.
"I heard about what happened inside... I can't believe they dared to do this. Are you okay?"
"It's nothing to worry about." The girl nodded. "Don't worry, there are so many people here, they won't dare to do anything wrong."
"That's not necessarily true." A charming voice separated the crowd, and the graceful tree woman walked out slowly.
"You obviously have no idea of the power Daniel Vista possesses. If I hadn't been the host this time, he would have dared to do to you what he did to Bill Klomo."
"Who is he?"
"The Vesta family doesn't engage in business, but no one dares to look down on them." Nian Lun took out a pipe from somewhere and held it with his arm hanging. "Because they have been responsible for the education of the prince and princess, more than half of Sara's laws were revised by them."
"Among them, Daniel Vista has a special status. Your Majesty learned the truth from him."
"This man is now in charge of most of the judicial department." Xia Yibing added, her tone full of fear for him, "He just returned not long ago. He took over the position left by Ferdinand. After the power is mixed, it is far beyond... You have experienced Ferdinand's affairs before, so let me tell you this, there are just as many people who hate him as Ferdinand, especially within our company. No agent likes him."
"People hate Ferdinand only because he is too cruel. There is nothing wrong with the procedure." Year Ring snorted, "But as for Vesta... When you have time, you can ask this little lion how many of her colleagues died at his hands."
"A product of balanced power?" Hitzfeld could roughly understand the relationship between them.
It's simple - the Security Bureau, also known as the Shadow Lions, is a secret police force with great privileges. In certain circumstances, it can even decide how to handle a situation without reporting to the police.
But too much power is not a good thing. In any era, any dynasty will naturally give rise to another force to balance it.
It's okay if you handle it on your own without reporting it and settle the matter.
But how much credit do you have in this matter, how many mistakes did you make, and whether your decision was the optimal solution after considering all objective conditions...these also need to be revisited and discussed afterwards.
"If that's all, then I'll accept it." Xia Yibing's tone was unusually cold, "But he often uses 'out of control' as an excuse to slander the agents, suspecting that they will defect and turn into monsters. Many people got into accidents because they were forced by him. They wouldn't have ended up like that!"
"Vestal's power is a bit too great." Nianlun nodded. "From a purely military perspective, the Flint Knights' restraint is enough. Those lunatics won't betray anyone... That's why I came here. I'm also curious about what he thinks."
As soon as these words were spoken, except for Xia Yibing and Hitzfeld, the people around them, including Pippen, Helm, and Grimm, immediately took a step back with expressions of extreme fear on their faces.
Hitzfeld was a beat slow to react - the "he" mentioned at the end of the tree ring was probably referring to Sarah VII.
...Only the leader of the Woodman tribe dared to discuss him in this tone.
Anyone else who dares to do this will basically be guilty of a capital crime.
Pippen immediately turned his head and looked around.
Fortunately, the jurors knew how to avoid suspicion. They kept away from them as soon as they saw them gathering here, so they were not worried about being heard.
"Hitzfeld!"
A call was accompanied by Villefort's somewhat bloated figure.
"Chief." The detectives saluted him.
"Relax." Villefort nodded and looked at the gray-haired girl.
"I'm sorry I didn't speak up for you at the beginning, but I believe you can see that there is another level of power at work behind the scenes..."
“I don’t see how that works,” Hitzfeld said quickly. “I don’t know anything about politics.”
"Why else do I always say she's smart?"
Villefort smiled brilliantly, pointed at the girl, and glanced at the rings with the expression of showing off his daughter.
"Okay, I know you must be curious about why this interrogation is happening."
The girl nodded.
That's exactly what she wanted to know.
"Is it because the Broken Sword and the Book of Howling were stolen?"
"Of course it's not Vesta's lame excuse." Villefort snorted. "He just couldn't find a prisoner and wanted to make a substitute. This old guy... he's still occupying the toilet even though he can't defecate!"
Part of the judicial power was previously in the hands of Ferdinand. Although Ferdinand did not get along with him, it was much better than the current situation.
The others immediately began to cough to cover up their coughs - Villefort's words were too blunt.
"More than that." The girl narrowed her eyes.
"If that were all, Bill Cromer wouldn't be like that."
"Morrison Skye threw him out as a pawn, otherwise he would be sitting next to you today." Villefort nodded. "These things are easy to talk about when nothing happened, but now that the broken sword is lost, he must find a way to clear himself of suspicion."
"So you slandered me?"
“You must get used to dealing with these merchants.” Villefort held up a finger.
"Remember, it's merchants, not nobles."
"Let's continue what we were talking about before." He changed the subject.
"But this is not the right place to talk about it."
"follow me."
"Let's go to the Pollution Inspection Department first."
