First exposure to the new world

The next morning, Max woke up early.

He himself was a little surprised. During these three days, he had adapted to the current prison life. He got up at 7:25 every morning, packed the bedding, and someone would bring him his breakfast just in time.

Since the execution date was approaching, Max didn't have such activities as outdoor activities. Relatively, he didn't have to work, and just stayed in the cell 24 hours a day. Fortunately, the supporting facilities in this cell were good, the bed was soft enough, and the food provided was also pretty good.

Right now , there are still two days before his execution date.

In fact, to be more precise, there are only 30 hours left. Tonight, he will be taken out, take a shower, make a 20-minute phone calls to his relatives and friends, and then eat a dinner where he can order any food he likes . At 9 o'clock the next day, he will say his final goodbye to this world .

" So, whatever will happen to me next, it all depends on what happens today."

Max sighed.

Soon, breakfast was delivered. Milk, bread, fried eggs, a few small persimmons, and a roasted ham sausage were placed in front of him.

'The breakfast in Hotels should not be much better than this.'

Max thought in a self mocking manner . He picked up the dinner plate and ate slowly with the plastic cutlery, but his eyes were continuously looking through the iron window, at the clock hung on the opposite wall.

He didn't know if that lawyer named Joe could succeed. He could only wait and hope for the best.

10:40.

"Didi", there was a sound from the electronic door in the corridor.

Max's hands clenched involuntarily. According to the normal timetable, lunch should be delivered at 11 o'clock, and the prison guards will bring the lunch at that exact time, and take away the plate that was eaten in the morning .

But today, it was 20 minutes earlier.

Soon, the familiar prison guard came into Max's sight, without a lunch tray in his hand.

"Your lawyer wants to see you. "

The prison guard said, with a hint of 'what are you messing with' in his tone.

"Aside from the lawyer, is there anyone else?"

Max suppressed his anxiety and asked.

The prison guard opened the cell door impatiently:

"There are two more detectives."

As he spoke, he opened the cell door, walked in, and took out handcuffs to bind Max's hands together.

Soon, Max was brought to that interrogation room again.

This is his third time here.

But this time, there were three people sitting in this room.

One of them was Lawyer Joe. He was sitting on the side of the table at the moment, with a calm and confident expression on his face.

The remaining two were a man and a woman. At this moment, the man was looking at the few documents in his hand with a calm expression.

Sitting next to this man is a girl, who is dressed maturely, but looks very young.

" It would be nice if the eyes looking at me could be softer. "

Max thought while observing the two detectives.

Seeing Max walk in, Clark raised his head, glanced briefly, and then turned to Lawyer Joe.

"You called me over just because there was some dust under the door ?"

Clark asked in hopes of dominating him.

But Lawyer Joe nodded without fear.

"My client has such a request, so I will naturally do my best to fulfill it, and it complies with the regulations."

Clark sighed, and put a few pieces of paper in his hand on the table.

At this moment, Max had already sat across from him.

"Okay, now that I'm here, what do you want to say to me about your sudden recovery of memory and a pinch of 'dust' in your memory?"

Clark looked at Max and asked. His tone was very peaceful but the word 'dust' was deliberately added.

This is an understatement of irony. But what he didn't expect was that Max's first sentence was.

"Uh, what's your name? "

It's no wonder that Clark was dumbfounded. He was in charge of Max's case a few months ago. For a long time, the two sat face to face like this. But at this moment, Max acted like he didn't know him! Isn't this a provocation?

"Ah, don't get me wrong, I got sick a while ago and lost my memory by the way."

He explained casually . Actually Max remembered him after he got his recent memories back but he was just going through the motions.

Clark looked up and down at the boy sitting across from him, wondering whether this guy had not yet completely regained his memory or if he had even lost his memory in the first place ?

But he didn't care, just leaned back in the chair, crossed his hands, and put on a very dignified pose.

"I don't care what happened to your memory, anyway, what do you want to do now?"

"I want to see all the records of the case, and I want to go to the scene of the crime, which is the warehouse."

" Why?"

" Because I'm innocent !"

Max said, looking straight into the other party's eyes.

"Hehe, interesting, if you are innocent, then why did you only raise an objection now?"

"I was ill before, mentally ill, and my mind was not working well. It was written in the medical records of the hospital. It is a genuine reason and not some nonsense I casually made up. "

Clark was at a loss for any words to refute him for a while.

"Mr. Clark , no matter when my client raises an objection, we are obliged to cooperate."

At this juncture, Lawyer Joe interrupted their conversation and said with a smile.

" It's been a long time, and besides, he will be executed tomorrow. What's the use? "

Clark said sarcastically.

"You also said that the execution will be carried out tomorrow, so today... I will trouble Mr. Clark to accompany us."

Lawyer Joe continued.

Clark looked at Lawyer Joe, then glanced at Max from the corner of his eye, and remained silent for a long time.

"Okay. But you have to know, this is a waste of time!"

Attorney Joe smiled all over his face, and bowed with a low eyebrow:

"Don't worry, we are fine with it ."

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Soon two police cars with sirens on, drove towards the the warehouse in the old town.

Max and Lawyer Joe were sitting in one of the police car. In the other car were Lisa and Clark.

At this time, Max got all the information of the case as he wished. Photos of the deceased and the corpse, as well as the investigation results of the crime scene, are all on it.

During the time the vehicle was driving, Max read hungrily. At one o'clock in the afternoon, a group of people arrived at their destination.

The car door was opened, and Max got out of the car. The midday sun was a bit dazzling, and Max squinted his eyes, feeling the wind of this world for the first time.

Very warm.

Looking around, this is a not-so-spacious street, a bit like the main street of a village back on Earth before he transmigrated over . Although it is an asphalt road, it has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is already full of cracks. Because of the lack of traffic, the surface is covered with a layer of dust.

In front of Max, there were some low-rise shops. Just by looking at them, one could tell that they were old, and most of them were closed, only a few shops a little further away were still open. At this time, the sunlight was sufficient, but looking into the shops, it was very dark. Behind the counter near the door, there were a few older shop assistants poking their heads, as if expecting some excitement to entertain them.

Obviously, this street is a bit old. It is a typical example of the kind that used to be prosperous, but is gradually forgotten under the ever-changing city.

Looking up, looking over the low roof, you can see the towering modern buildings in the distance. Even so far away, you can still see rows of bright glass, reflecting light at an altitude of nearly 100 meters.

This was the first time Max had truly seen the world since his rebirth.