The high wall was whitewashed into clean white. The winding vines spread on it, forming a green net, making the color of the wall gentler.

The vines stretched upwards and rolled straight to the iron window two or three stories above the ground, and small purple flowers bloomed.

It doesn't look like a prison scene. It's like a unique courtyard or a quiet castle.

The furnishings in the prison were too gentle, the walls were lightly beige, and the surroundings were quiet and clean. In the high iron window, you could see a small green forest in the distance.

Polonis took out the key from his pocket with a hat and opened the door to the interrogation room: even the door on the iron fence is exquisite and slender. According to the latest Australian laws, they will build many such prisons to ensure humanized management of prisoners.

Polonis enjoyed such a job. To be honest, he often felt that he was on vacation rather than being an interrogator in prison.

At this moment, there were thirty seconds left before he ended his "vacation".

Polonis was sorting out the interrogation materials, raising his head slightly, and examining the prisoner in front of him with his own light. To his surprise, this was a pretty young woman. The orange prison uniform did not seem depressed on her, but instead he jumped away because of her bright temperament; she held her cheeks, with a casual look on her beautiful face, and her eyes were wandering on the prison wall, like a lake with light flashing.

Polonis couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and sighed secretly, expressing regret for such a beautiful girl who unfortunately became a prisoner. He tried not to look at her, and bounced the cover of the pen in his hand with his thumb, and opened his head in a plain tone: "Ms., what is your crime?"

After a long time, there was no answer. Polonis was a little confused. He looked up at her, but encountered the girl's eyes: she supported her chin with one hand, tilted her head slightly, and looked at herself curiously.

Suddenly, she smiled and blinked at Polonis:

"I'm not guilty."

The pen tip in Polonis's hand stopped.

He had heard many similar answers, but for some reason, just now, he clearly felt his heartbeat stopped for half a beat.

The girl looked at the stunned Polonis, playfully bulged her cheeks and blinked innocently. The wall behind the girl was a high iron window, and a breeze blew past the window, and the green forest in the distance was undulating like waves in the window.

Seeing that Polonis was at a loss, the girl chuckled out, supported her hands on the table, and held her beautiful face:

"I-no-sin"
Chapter completed!