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Ex-Convict Attack Chapter 20
The investigation has begun. Vera summoned several inmates who had shared a cell with Adeen in turns. She asked about anything that might be related to the man’s death.“I only know he is a quiet person,” said one of the inmates.“The man didn’t cause much trouble and just did his duties in prison as he should,” said another inmate. “But there was something strange that I often encountered when it was approaching bedtime. He was called out by the guards and returned in the early morning hours.” He continued cryptically.“What did you see?” Vera inquired.“Adeen returned to the cell in a mess. However, only I noticed it because no one else cared much about a sex offender.”“Can you explain the situation in detail?”“His face was bruised, his clothes were dirty, and yeah … he looked very disheveled.”The interrogation with the second inmate was finished, and now it switched to another one. The man facing Vera was an older man with gray hair.“He … deserved to die,” the man said.Vera fur
Ex-Convict Attack Chapter 21
"So?" Vera still waited for her client to speak. It turned out that the woman's family issues were not as simple as she had thought. After a long silence, Vera finally prodded gently, "Remaining silent won't bring any changes, Mrs. Andeen. You—forget about yourself, have you ever thought about your daughter's fate?""What? How do you—""Your own daughter is speaking to me. She's asking for help to save you, Mrs. Andeen."Instantly, tears flowed down Mrs. Andeen's cheeks, and sobs filled the air. It seemed that the woman didn't know that her daughter had been observing her and her husband all along."How can she say such things?" she cried in anguish. "I have tried to appear fine in front of my daughter. I have always told her to stay in her room with earphones or play outside with her friends. But—""It's possible that your daughter has seen and heard your arguments and your injuries." Vera glanced at the bruises on Mrs. Andeen's wrists and neck."Oh, my poor daughter! Oh, dear God..
Ex-Convict Attack Chapter 1
"I want you to kneel in front of me, lick my shoes too," said the young man whose forehead was taped with bandages. Santiago rolled his eyes in the direction that had spoken. "Kneeling doesn't fill me up." "You poor bastard!" "You trash mouth!" Santiago, usually called San, winced when a punch landed on his stomach. This is already the fifteenth blow. There's no point in counting the forces, but every single one that lands on his body adds one more realization that San is about to greet the angel of death. He is in an abandoned warehouse, deserted and dimly lit, which may be his final resting place. It wasn't funny, but San laughed when he thought about it. "Boss, I think he's gone mad." It was the voice of the bald man. As he was affectionately called, his tiny head was bald, without a single strand of hair. He had been busy holding San's arm, keeping watch so the young man would not run away when his Boss was judging him. The figure who had been called Boss was kneeling on on
Ex-Convict Attack Chapter 2
The girl San meant at that time was his junior. He was sure of it. However, he felt that it was his first time seeing her then. So, he relied on his memory of the girl with short curly hair, relatively short in stature, maybe up to her upper arm. He has pale skin and wears glasses. "You mean Molly?" "Molly?" San asked one of his acquaintances, who were also his junior. "Yes, Maybe." "Wait a minute, I know her close friend. I'll call first." San waited in front of the class, leaning against the wall close to the door. He stared at the cellphone screen that was already cracked at the top. There was a message from his uncle; the person said San had to come home with side dishes this afternoon because the uncle's wife was reluctant to cook. San just stared at the message without replying. Today alone he does not know whether to go home or not. He has to work extra overtime to pay the compensation that Gio's parents have asked for. His savings have been drained because his uncle was s
Ex-Convict Attack Chapter 3
When San woke up with a very, very dizzy head, he blinked several times while adjusting the light that seemed to attack his eyes. Strange place. San was sure that this was a place he had never been before. Rising from the position he was lying on the hard surface, he glanced around. He just realized that there was someone else beside him, and at that moment, he realized something. "Why am I here?" "Oh, you've realized?" said the crew-cut man with a long scar running down his right cheek. "Sir-" San called as he approached with a shuffle. The young man's gaze began to panic. He hoped this was just a dream. It doesn't make sense, and it doesn't make sense. As far as he could remember, it was in front of his younger brother's house. Why is he suddenly behind bars? San was about to ask again, but a guard came and called out. San was confused, and even when he was dragged outside, he could only surrender. Now he is in a room with dimmer lighting, more isolated because all the walls a
Ex-Convict Attack Chapter 4
Not only the young man who came Gio's parents were also there. They smiled at San, who was still in shock. "Hello, Santiago!" Gio waved. "I know you're shocked—oh, my goodness, you've had such a miserable life, haven't you." His smile was sad, but one could see no sincerity in it. San stood up, approached the bars, and gripped the cold iron with burning anger. Her reddened eyes turned to the figure that was still smiling. "So you made me here?" Gio raised his hands to his ears. "Wait, wait! Why me?" San was about to reply but stopped when a grown man approached him. That face is not foreign to San's eyes because it has often been seen on television in the last few days and has become the subject of hot discussion. That person is Anthony Wibisono, Gio's father and candidate for mayor. A police officer approached the cell and opened it after a glance from Anthony. "Let's talk for a moment," said the man wearing a formal suit to San, who looked confused. San was taken to the inter
Ex-Convict Attack Chapter 5
Evidence? He went to the girl's house as well to prove that he was not wrong. He wanted to ask his junior to testify in front of Gio's parents. However, what happened was that he ended up being slandered. Moreover, the content of slander could be more generous. San will be subject to multiple articles, and who knows how long the sentence he will receive later. The problem is San has no evidence or witnesses. He came to the girl's house alone. The attorney adjusted his slightly drooping glasses. "You know? In a case like this, the possibility of winning is slim." He continued after a long sigh. "The victim's family asks you to be punished as severely as possible." Victim's family? Thought San. That is true. Instead of the girl's family, why did Gio's parents come to him yesterday? "They are the girl's close relatives." The attorney seemed to understand what San was thinking. "What?" "You have already dealt with an important person in this city. Mr. Anthony is the most respected p
Ex-Convict Attack Chapter 6
"It seems you two are not on good terms." His hands that, used to rub between his toes are now crossed in front of his chest.San chose not to answer."Ah, that's bad, it turns out.""Sir," San called. After receiving permission to continue, he asked, "Is life in prison that bad?""That's what you mean?""The worst of all bad things in this life.""Hm... maybe yes, maybe not." Pause for a moment. "Look, son. Our being in prison is a punishment. What kind of punishment do you think is fine?"But San is not being punished. What mistake did he make to have to live in prison? Was it because he was an orphan?"Life is... choice, right?" San said again after a long silence."Not all. Some things happen in this world because they have to happen. Without any natural choice from humans." The person touched his chin and looked up. "Hm... like we were born to our parents. It wasn't a choice. It was destiny."San chuckled lightly. This guy is pretty intelligent, too, he thought. He thought a vill