LRAB Chapter 288 Some People Who Miss Scott
Chapter 288 Some People Who Miss Scott
Chapter 288 Some People Who Miss Scott
"Hugh, you're back."
Fors lazily turned around, peeked out from behind the sofa, and curiously looked at her friend.
Hugh usually leaves early in the morning and doesn't return until it's dark, looking exhausted. It's quite unusual that he's back so early today.
"Hugh? Why do you look so down?" Seeing her friend's obvious distress, Fors's languid expression vanished. She sat up and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Sigh—" Hugh hung up his coat and sighed heavily.
"Have you encountered some difficulties with the mission?" Fors guessed. She sat up from the sofa, forced a smile, and comforted her, "Take it easy. Look at me, I lost all the royalties from my last book in the stock market, but I'm still doing just fine."
She forced a smile, but it was clearly a lie. Her heart was aching terribly from those three hundred pounds. To forget reality, she had been in a daze for the past two days, and now was a rare moment of clarity for her.
Hugh raised his eyelids, glanced at Fors who was forcing a smile, and didn't respond to her words. Instead, he spoke slowly in a deeper voice: "I went to Scott's gun factory today, and—I heard some bad news."
Fors's smile froze instantly, quickly fading as a strange sense of unease gripped her. "Wh-what news?"
"Scott is in trouble," Hugh said in a low voice.
"What?! Something happened to him!" Fors was instantly wide awake.
"What happened? How serious is it? Is he in any danger?!" She sat up abruptly from the sofa, barefoot, and quickly walked to Hugh. Due to the height difference, she had to lower her head slightly and asked anxiously.
"Uh—" Hugh was taken aback by her violent reaction.
Her reaction seems familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before.
"Ahem." Fors realized her lapse in composure and coughed lightly twice. "Scott—he's also my friend. It's normal for me to be concerned about his safety."
She composed herself and pressed, "So, what exactly happened? Tell me quickly!"
"It's like this." Hugh glanced at Fors, noticing her barely concealed anxiety, sighed, and told Fors the whole story of what he had heard from old Kohler at the Loggert Arms Factory that day, and how he had gone to the police station to visit her but only received a vague warning and words of comfort from Scott.
"Ah—how could this happen?" Fors's face turned pale and gloomy upon hearing this. She paced back and forth, fidgeting with her long, loose brown hair. "She's been locked up by the police—and it involves a big shot's case—"
Why am I having such bad luck lately! I've lost all my money, and the person I care about has been wrongly accused and locked up in the police station—
Good heavens! Is this my unlucky day?! Fors screamed inwardly.
"Scott told me to stay out of it, he said it was complicated, very complicated—" Hugh clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, "But—but I still want to help him. Hugh, so what are you going to do?"
"I plan to go see Miss Audrey. In this situation, only she can help Mr. Scott," Hugh said, revealing his plan.
"Miss Audrey—" Fors pursed her lips, then sighed.
"It seems that this is the only way."
As a bestselling author, she couldn't think of a better idea. Matters at the highest levels could only be resolved by people at the same level. And apart from the kind Miss Audrey, they didn't know any other nobles or powerful figures.
She glanced at her nightgown and said, "Wait for me a moment, I'll change my clothes and come with you."
"That's strange. Such a big thing happened, why isn't there any news about it in the newspapers?"
Klein stared at the Backlund Daily in his hand, somewhat puzzled.
The newspapers were filled with news about the stock market crash, but there wasn't a single word about human trafficking or child abduction. He had expected the incident at the Capin villa to at least make the front page, but it didn't even cause a ripple.
"Those girls—aren't they all safe now?"
After leaving the villa in Kapin, he made a special trip to check that all the rescued girls were safe and sound.
Safety.
"And that James Scott—I haven't seen him since that day."
"Could it be... that I've been arrested by the authorities?" Klein suddenly realized something and felt a pang of guilt.
"His condition was clearly not good at that time; he was obviously affected by the gas explosion."
"That explosion will definitely attract the attention of the official Extraordinary squad, and the Jowood district is the territory of the Punishers—"
"If James Scott hadn't run away and had been caught red-handed by the substitutes—hiss—"
A cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He dared not even think about how a wild extraordinary being, appearing at the scene of such a fierce extraordinary battle and explosion, would be treated by the Punishers.
Moreover—this might even be his fault.
"Divination—no—"
He pulled out the business card Scott had given him when they parted that day.
"I think I'll go to his factory myself to confirm."
Detention cell.
The path of "fate" is truly full of ups and downs.
"From the lucky ones who enjoy good fortune, to the 'trouble priests' who attract misfortune, and now to the winners who can manipulate luck—it seems the next sequence might be related to a more fundamental and terrifying misfortune."
The promotion ceremony for "winners" should serve as an anchor point, designed to prevent those who suddenly gain the ability to manipulate luck from becoming lost in the thrill of controlling their destiny. It also plays a balancing role.
"I'm probably the only one who got promoted while in 'prison'."
Lorne is still in custody. Although he has successfully been promoted, he still has no clue how to resolve his own troubles.
Based on the information found in the Capin villa, it's likely that, as the mysterious queen said, he was embroiled in a power struggle at the highest levels. Moreover, it was a conflict between the kingdom's law enforcement agencies and the church.
Clearly, the Church had discovered something amiss and wanted to get to the bottom of this. However, the Kingdom's law enforcement agencies, including the police department, certainly wouldn't allow it. After all, from what Lorne knew so far, there was a deputy commissioner of the police department and a member of the lower house who had "enjoyed" the "services" provided by Capin.
"That gas explosion should have affected Kapin's study as well. With no physical evidence, they shouldn't have any proof that I knew about it."
"But sometimes, the facts don't matter; what matters is what those in power think."
"However, for the church to be so concerned, there must be some extraordinary factors involved. I remember that the official channels of Rune seem to be the same as Hugh's 'arbitrators' —"
Lorne fell into thought, but after a moment he gave up. There was too little information at the moment to draw any useful conclusions.
The only certainty is that he, as the only possible eyewitness, or "living witness," has naturally become the target of contention between the authorities and the church. To the point that their struggle continues to this day without a resolution.
"Wait—they won't just kill me to shut me up—" Lorne's expression instantly turned cold.
"Probably not. To commit suicide after being shot six times would be tantamount to admitting guilt, wouldn't it?"
Just as Lorne was analyzing the situation, the voice of a police officer came from outside the door.
"James Scott, your interrogation is on."
Interrogation — Lorne focused his attention.
It seems they've reached an agreement.
Walking through the dark, mold-covered corridor, Lorne returned to the same interrogation room as before.
The interrogator who came into view was the same extraordinary person from last time, wearing a black shirt and with a resolute face.
Besides, there was a tall, imposing figure in the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, seemingly intending to eavesdrop.
The one who takes the punishment must be at least at the captain's level—Lorne understood this perfectly.
"Before the interrogation begins, we need to see a few witnesses," the interrogator said coldly, staring at Lorne.
"A witness?" Lorne frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
"Hurry up! Get inside, all of you!"
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Accompanied by a shoving sound, several teenage girls were roughly brought in by a few people who appeared to be in police uniforms.
Lorne recognized these people. They were the girls he had rescued from the Capin villa.
Seeing their weeping and terrified expressions, Lorne's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Tch, despicable.
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