The warden who guards the witches

The solitary confinement room in the Rose Iron Prison is a secret room with an area of ​​less than three square meters. The facilities are only a squat toilet and a washbasin filled with water. There is not even a bed board. The prisoners can only sleep on the floor next to the squat toilet with a blanket. There are no windows in the room, and the only way to communicate with the outside world is through the food delivery port on the iron door and a small fence on it.

The prisoners in solitary confinement can only eat, drink, defecate, urinate and sleep in this space of less than three square meters. It is really a life of misery. Compared with here, ordinary cells can be regarded as heaven, so the prison will use solitary confinement as a punishment for prisoners who violate discipline.

Aiden personally took Veronica into the solitary confinement room and closed the iron door, then went out and moved a chair to sit at the door.

"What are you doing sitting here?" Veronica stood in front of the iron door, frowning and staring at him.

"The solitary confinement room is supposed to be watched by someone. If a prisoner hits the wall and commits suicide in the solitary confinement room, it will be a big deal." Aiden replied faintly.

"Then at least change a female prison guard. How can I go to the toilet later if you sit here?" Veronica rolled her eyes at him fiercely.

"Don't worry, I'll leave after a few words." Aiden said as he put an oil paper bag at the delivery port, "Do you want to eat?"

"What is this?" Veronica didn't take it immediately, but she could already smell the fragrance from the oil paper bag - the werewolf's nose is much more sensitive than that of ordinary people.

"Open it and you'll know."

Veronica suspiciously opened the oil paper bag, and hot air with a strong fragrance gushed out. The fat contained a few pieces of roasted chicken wings and chicken legs.

Veronica swallowed subconsciously. In the middle of the night, the smell of oil, spices and honey roasted by fire was particularly tempting.

But she still restrained herself and stared at Aiden warily: "You are being nice to me for no reason. You didn't give me any strange drugs, did you?"

"Don't bother with it. I don't want to lose my job." Aiden smiled disdainfully, "The food is here. You can eat it or not."

Veronica hesitated for a moment, and finally put the oil paper bag away, turned around and sat down with his back against the iron door.

"What do you want to do?" she asked through the iron door.

"I said, I just want to chat with you for a few minutes. It is also the warden's job to pay attention to the mental health of the prisoners."

"Mental health? What the hell?" Veronica looked suspicious.

"I'm not kidding you. I have added a position in this prison to provide psychological counseling for prisoners." Aiden said in a serious tone, "Occasionally I will have a face-to-face interview with the prisoners and be a caring warden."

Adding a psychological correction position was also something Aiden learned from his previous life experience. He had promoted this measure before he became the warden. The prison system in this world is still relatively crude. Although there are psychologists in the outside world, no one has ever thought of paying attention to the psychological problems of criminals.

"But what can we talk about?" Veronica relaxed a little.

"There are a lot of things, such as your hobbies and my hobbies and annual income..."

"Are you going on a blind date with a death row inmate?" Veronica understood his joke and smiled.

"Then tell me about your mental journey of killing people."

"I didn't kill anyone." The smile disappeared from Veronica's face in an instant, and her voice sank.

"Then tell me how you were wronged." Aiden said seamlessly.

"You..." Veronica was stunned for a moment, "Are you willing to believe that I was wronged?"

"How is it possible?" Aiden answered without hesitation, "This is a prison, full of thieves, robbers, liars... and murderers. I dare not say that there are no good people in the true sense, but there are only a handful of them. Few criminals have seriously faced their guilt. Everyone feels that they are wronged. The most taboo in our line of work is to easily believe in prisoners."

"Then why are you asking me?" Veronica's eyes dimmed.

"Although I don't believe you at the moment, I am willing to listen to you." Aiden leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "I have read your case files, and there are indeed some things that are inexplicable."

"..."

Veronica was silent for a long, long time, so long that Aiden wondered if she had fallen asleep.

Finally, Veronica spoke up: "If you ask me this, I don't know what to say. If I killed someone, I would have a lot to confess. But in fact, I didn't kill anyone. I patrolled as usual that day and went home as usual. Then the next day, I was arrested for no reason."

"I saw in the case file that you had a conflict with the victim on the morning of the crime. Is that true?" Aiden simply asked questions in order.

"Yes, their store sold fake wine, so I arrested the boss. Then the family members came to the police station to make trouble. It's a common thing." Veronica narrated calmly, "The person cursed me a few words and wanted to interfere with my work. I was going to detain her as well, but my colleagues stopped me."

"What did she curse you?"

"I can't remember the rest, anyway, the most unpleasant curse was that I was a bastard born from a prostitute and a stray dog."

"Honestly, you really didn't want to kill?"

Putting himself in her shoes, Aiden himself felt that it was impossible not to get angry after hearing such excessive words.

But Veronica sneered: "Heh, if I had to kill people just for this sentence, I should have started killing people when I was eight years old and have been killing people until now. Warden, you are a normal person, you probably can't understand what it feels like to be born different from others. I have been in the Mounted Police for almost six years. There are people who are just sitting there doing nothing and there are also scum who take bribes. Even if I don't compare myself with these people, I think I have done a very dedicated job. But even so, every month there are still anonymous letters from the public sent to the police force, making suggestions and hoping that my superiors can fire me. The only reason is that I am a werewolf. There are even worse curses in those letters."

"Okay, then..." Aiden was a little embarrassed for a while, and quickly got the topic back on track, "When did you return your gun that day?"

"It was exactly half past twelve." Veronica answered in seconds.

"The victim was killed at 12:20, so you are suspected." Aiden nodded, "The crime scene is in the area you patrol, right? Weren't you nearby when the crime happened?"

"Because of what happened that morning, I was transferred to patrol other areas at night, and my superiors were worried that I would cause a dispute when I passed by that pub."

"But in the end, the investigation team still determined that you sneaked into the pub to kill people while on patrol, because the gun you left in the vault was missing a bullet." Aiden mentioned the most critical evidence.

"This, to be honest, I don't know what happened..." Veronica lowered her eyes, "I just returned the gun as usual that day, and I checked it when I took the gun to patrol. I didn't fire the gun at all during the period."

"Are you serious?" Aiden frowned suddenly.

"I'm telling the truth, believe it or not."

Veronica replied unhappily, Aiden's sudden suspicion made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"No, I mean, do you really not understand what happened? If you didn't kill the person, then there is only one possibility."

"What did you say?" Veronica pricked up her ears.

"If what you said is true, then of course the person guarding the vault gave false testimony to frame you."