Casimir first heard this name last week. During the day, he went to investigate Robert's activities in the surrounding area and found an abandoned building called St. Ford's Asylum. After asking the residents, he learned that it was an orphanage that was abandoned due to various accidents.
Let’s not talk about why the St. Ford Asylum was abandoned, and whether there is any hidden story behind it…
Just talking about the timeline.
It is now 1984, and St. Ford's Asylum in South Sinze was founded in the spring of 1957.
This was what the old woman had promised him solemnly at that time.
But Allwater was also destroyed in 1957!
According to Everett, Warren Ford died even before Blake Sharon, in Allwater, before 1957.
Then how did he manage to come to Nanxinze to establish another asylum in the same year he died, and die again many years later?
Instinctively, Casimir felt that there must be some close connection between St. Ford's Asylum and Harry's Library.
How else to explain the fact that the paintings donated by Blake-Sharon to the Northford Asylum were in the library? How else to explain their possession across such a great distance?
Secretly making up his mind to investigate the abandoned asylum again when he had the chance, Casimir asked Everett a few more questions and decided to end the meeting.
"Thank you for your contribution, Mr. President. Although I'm not sure what she thinks, if it can solve the problem, I will suggest to her that I sell the painting to you."
"Thank you! Then I won't stay any longer."
For people like Everey, time is very precious. It is very rare for him to spare most of the afternoon to cooperate with the investigation. After a few greetings, he hurried away with the butler.
The only people left in the room were Casimir, who was thinking with his head down, and the Knight Commander, who was staring at him, wondering what he was thinking.
"Casimir."
"Casimir!"
"Huh?" Casimir was startled out of his thoughts. Seeing Karl glaring at him, he realized, "Oh! My God! I forgot about Sharon!"
"When Mr. Everett left, he said he would help spread the word and evacuate the crowd." Carl said unhappily, "Where have you focused your attention? And you still have the nerve to call yourself a high-ranking agent of Wheel of Fortune?"
"I'm thinking about a very important clue, Xiaomila." Casimir curled his lips and said, "You know shit."
Then he proudly described his discovery to Carl in full.
"Look, there is definitely something wrong with this St. Ford Asylum." He vowed, "I suspect that the man named Ford faked his death in the north, or maybe he is not a human! Otherwise, there is no way to explain why there are traces of him here."
This is definitely a very important discovery.
Apart from anything else, Hitzfeld has always wanted to find evidence of the connection between Orwalt and Nansinze.
Isn’t the evidence here?
Carl looked gloomy and thoughtful.
"What?" Seeing his expression, Casimir raised his eyebrows, "Are you still dissatisfied?"
"I'm telling you, Xiaomila. I can't beat you in a fight, but you should stop butting in on professional matters like this. Just watch my performance honestly—"
"St. Ford's Asylum," Carl said suddenly, "If that place is really called St. Ford's Asylum, then I have been there."
"Huh?" Casimir was slightly startled.
Then he glared at her: "What did you say?"
"Have you forgotten where I'm from, idiot?" Carl habitually frowned, "I'm also from that collapsed city... I spent my past and my childhood there."
"In an orphanage?"
"In Owlwater—I wouldn't mind filling out a death-in-the-line form for you, Casimir!"
"I'm sorry - I misunderstood." Casimir immediately admitted his mistake. He first ran to Carl and massaged his chest, then sat down on the stool and took out a complete pen.
"I thought your experience was useless before, but now it seems that it was fate that brought us together~"
"you……"
"Come on brother, tell me what happened to you."
……
At the same time, in Nanxinze Prison, Poncebourg.
"This is all the interrogation results so far."
Joe Cole threw a five-centimeter-thick stack of documents on the table, stirring up a thick cloud of dust.
"I've already looked it over for you, and the results are similar to the previous ones, nothing to see."
"Thank you, Sheriff Cole."
Hitzfeld didn't mind the conditions here and sat down directly on the stool.
"I'll watch anything that's good to watch."
An ungrateful guy.
Joe Cole glanced at them with a sinister look.
"If you really care about us, Sheriff Cole."
Xia Yibing was leaning against the side and couldn't help but speak out when she saw this scene.
"Then you should get a spray bottle to spray water and clean the room. This environment is too terrible."
"Drink... cough cough cough! I'll find someone to get it later!"
Joe Cole took a deep breath and almost choked himself, coughing as he made the promise.
“Is it always like this here?”
Xia Yibing frowned.
After all, it’s the archive room on the first floor. No one has been here for so long.
There should be a limit to dereliction of duty.
"Ahem! You don't understand our situation!"
Joe Cole waved his hands and argued: "These are all the files of death row prisoners. Of course, there is no need to continue sorting them out!"
If they are ordinary prisoners and they commit crimes again after being released from prison, their files must be taken out and new charges must be given.
But death row inmates don't have this need. After the execution, the person is gone, so naturally they are just left here to collect dust, and no lunatic would look through these things.
After all, Poncebourg was originally a place where serious criminals were imprisoned.
"Sheriff Cole."
Hitzfeld looked up suddenly.
"What's the matter with these two Placidos?"
"You mean Anthony Placido and Booth Placido?"
"That's them."
"Oh, as you can see, this is a couple. They are both on the suspect list, and they are both members of that certain society."
"Well."
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and just flipped through the documents at hand.
Compared to before, I read it more carefully and pondered every sentence several times.
Then she quickly found an abnormal message.
"Sheriff Cole."
"What's the matter?"
"Here, the time recorded in the confession doesn't match."
Hitzfeld said, pointing to a place.
"They entered the dream world on the 21st, but came out on the 24th. This discrepancy seems a bit too big?"
"Oh...you mean that."
The little sheriff waved his hand.
"Don't worry, it's correct. I asked them myself, and they were two lunatics... They insisted on this date."
"so."
Hitzfeld looked up and just happened to see the woman's excited eyes.
"Then please help arrange it."
"I want to have a few more words with them."
Chapter 62 Prisoners
Anthony Placido opened his eyes and tried to shake his head, only to feel dizzy.
As it should be, since he hadn't eaten in nearly thirty hours.
He did feel hungry and wanted to eat, but all the food and drinks... when they were placed in front of him and he smelled the fragrance, he would immediately feel an indescribable feeling of nausea and could not eat anything.
At first, the prison guards thought he was deliberately uncooperative, and several conflicts occurred during the process.
At the worst time, his limbs were held down by the prison guards, who forced a funnel-like object down his throat and used it to feed him porridge.
He was vomiting and having diarrhea.
After a lot of trouble, the prison guards finally gave up on him. His cell was moved from the underground floor to the third floor above ground, so that the medical staff in the fortress could give him intravenous drips to supplement his nutrition.
It's already the second day, and Anthony still can't eat anything.
"Crack!"
The sound of chains scraping against iron bars.
With a "clang", the door opened.
The weak man leaned on the mattress and squinted hard to look at the person who came.
A graceful figure.
"Booth..."
"I'm not Mrs. Placido." Hitzfeld interrupted him rudely and turned to look at a bald old man in a white shirt next to him: "Has he always been like this?"
"He was fine yesterday..." William, a doctor who lives on the third floor of Ponceborg, replied awkwardly, "When they held him down and force-fed him yesterday, he still had the strength to bite people. I think it might be because he lacked energy."
Isn't this obvious?
Xia Yibing followed him into the cell and frowned when she heard these words.
She is not a professional doctor, but she knows some common sense because of her dealings with doctors... Even she can see that the person on the bed is now running a high fever. What on earth does William do on a daily basis?
They captured the people of the Holy Fruit Society with the ultimate goal of rescuing them, not killing them!
"Uh... I gave him some IV drip." William rubbed his hands awkwardly, "I thought it would be OK after just one day... I'll go get him some special medicine right now!"
After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the cell, probably going back to the office to find medicine.
"Don't blame him, Hitzfeld." Xia Yibing walked to the girl and spoke to her in a whisper.
"There's no need to waste time on such details."
Hitzfeld was stunned at first, then nodded, indicating that he knew the pros and cons.
For these extraordinary people, prisoners with fruit addiction may not be considered a threat. But many prison guards, including Dr. William, are ordinary people. They are too scared to face the "monster" with a mouth that can stretch from ear to ear, so we can't ask too much of them.
It’s still business that matters.
After waiting for a while, William hurried back. Under Joe Cole's gloomy gaze, he gave Anthony two pills to take, and then gave him some water to make sure he swallowed the pills before quickly stepping away.
The effect of the medicine was definitely not that fast, but probably because of drinking water, Anthony regained some energy.
"Who are you?" He could already see the people in the room clearly. "You are looking for me again...what is it?"
"Ahem! Mr. Placido." Joe Cole spoke first. "It's like this. This is Miss Aisuen Hitzfeld, and this is Miss Xiasha... They are both agents from Wayne, and they want to ask a few more questions about what you said before."
"I don't want to talk about it." Anthony closed his eyes and glanced to the other side. "You have seen my condition... I need to rest."
Joe Cole curled his lips and shrugged at Hitzfeld.
Hitzfeld ignored him and went over Anthony's details in his mind again.
