Chapter 217 Nasir: He is one of us!
"what is this?"
The taller discipline officer saw the stuffed animal on the low table next to the cupboard, an old rabbit doll with a button sewn over one of its eyes.
On the table? Next to the quill and ink?
The discipline officer picked up the rabbit doll that had suspicious words written all over it, shook it, and squeezed it.
"I picked it up! It's an ornament, and I think it looks pretty!" Nasir felt his voice tremble slightly.
"That's right." The tall discipline officer said as he touched the belly of the bunny doll.
The moment he picked up the doll, he noticed something unusual; a toy filled with cotton couldn't possibly be so heavy, but he didn't immediately expose the desert boy's lie.
He's only fourteen, right? Fifteen at most... Still a kid, he just wants to study.
The tall discipline officer remained calm on the surface, but sighed in his heart. He felt sorry for the boy's background and experience, and understood why he was so thirsty for knowledge that he was willing to go against the teachings and study secretly.
Therefore, the tall discipline officer did not severely reprimand the offender for violating the decree as he did in the past, nor did he expose the boy's poor excuses on the spot and ridicule his self-deception.
He even tried to give the teenager a little dignity before arresting him.
But it is impossible to let him off the hook. Even if he pretends not to notice, his companions will still check again. This kid's tricks will not be hidden from the eyes of experienced discipline officers. Then I will be in trouble with him.
He unzipped the toy rabbit's back in front of the desert boy with an expressionless face and reached his hand inside.
Ignoring the boy's desperate and pleading expression, he took out a book and a notebook hidden inside.
At this moment, another disciplinary officer noticed the situation here. He walked over to his colleague and asked, "Did you find it?"
The tall discipline officer nodded: "A paper book and a notebook."
Another disciplinary officer glanced at the pale mercenary boy and said, "You have to go with us."
"You just need to answer a few questions. It won't be difficult for you. You are under sixteen, right?" said the tall discipline officer.
Nasir didn't hear anything the disciplinary officer said. There was only one thought in his mind: "It's over."
If I had known earlier, I would not have kept this book. Wouldn’t it have been great if I had exchanged all of it for book exchange vouchers?
"Hey, I have a question for you."
The discipline officer slapped Nasir's shoulder suddenly. Nasir, who was immersed in his own world, trembled all over and exclaimed "Ah?" in fear and involuntarily.
"You're not sixteen, right? If you're under sixteen, you don't need to bear criminal responsibility. As long as you cooperate with our investigation and sincerely repent, you'll be released in half a month at most.
Don't be too nervous, you are still young, the disciplinary officer won't make it too difficult for you, remember not to do stupid things again in the future."
The tall discipline officer said.
Nasir heard it clearly this time, but he still didn't respond.
He angrily retorted in his heart, "Do something stupid? What stupid thing did I do? I just used the little money I saved with great difficulty to buy some books. Isn't that what the people in the rain forest do?"
The more Nasir thought about it, the angrier he became. He imagined that at this moment he was suddenly given power.
Just like an experienced senior, he shouted slogans, picked up a knife and stabbed the robbers in the left chest, stabbing one after another.
The two discipline officers who were well-dressed and preached to him in a condescending tone fell in a pool of blood in an instant. Then he wiped the blood on the knife, showed a tragic smile, and stabbed the knife into his heart.
Afterwards, his name and story spread among the mercenaries and back to the desert. Countless people in the tribe where he lived were moved by his experience and his heroism of committing suicide to prevent the news from leaking out and putting his friends who had helped the desert people in danger.
His deeds were recorded in the history books of the desert, his name was written together with the names of the tribal leaders, and his tomb was surrounded by date palm shells and cactus flowers.
His elderly mother burst into tears upon learning of his heroic sacrifice. She even fell to the ground crying and screaming heartbreakingly. But whenever someone asked her about her son, she would always say, "He did a great job. I'm proud of him."
Nasir walked on the streets of Xumi City with a solemn expression. Two discipline officers sandwiched him in the middle. They were surprised to find that two tears suddenly slid down the face of the mercenary boy who had been silent and had a dull expression since just now.
The more Nasir thought about it, the sadder he felt. Finally, he was moved to tears.
Under the puzzled gazes of the two discipline officers, he sniffed violently, sucked back the snot that was about to fall, and then walked forward with his head held high like a hero going to the execution ground.
The fantasy he had just had strengthened his resolve. He had made up his mind that no matter what the disciplinary officers asked, he would not answer. The worst that could happen was death.
Death is nothing to be afraid of. Even if they kill me, there will be thousands of desert people like me who will stand up in the future. Such intimidation cannot stop us from pursuing knowledge! Hurrah!
Thinking of this, Nasir felt a soreness in his throat and a little itchy under his nose. He quickly sniffed hard again to suck back the snot that was about to flow down.
The two disciplinary officers did not take Nasir's abnormal behavior too seriously. They took him back to the interrogation room of the Magistrates' Court and handed him and the book to Senor.
After saluting to the young commander, explaining the situation and signing the relevant documents, they left the House of the Order and continued their search for other illegal mercenaries.
Sino reached out to the void device at his ear and activated the facial scanning system for Nasir. As the mechanical sound rang out, a light screen unfolded in front of Sino's eyes, and Nasir's name, age, birthplace, work experience and other information appeared on the light screen.
Sino glanced through it and said to the several disciplinary officers in charge of document processing:
"Write a report, show it to him and have him sign it."
After that, he looked at Nasir and said, “Where did you get your book from?
I just checked your information. As far as I know, the tribe you were born in is not rich, and you have not been in the rain forest for a long time. Where did you get the money to buy books? Who provided you with the channels to buy books? "
Seno asked these questions one by one, and Nasir answered them one by one in his mind, but at the same time he mocked in his heart: You will never get the answer you want from me, ever!
Just as he was thinking about how he would face the whip, salt water, and branding iron, what kind of cruel torture he would experience, and how he would scream to appear more heroic, he saw the look that Seno was glancing at him.
His heart moved. Just as he was thinking whether this look had a deeper meaning, he heard the dark-skinned, shorter boy speak again:
"Before the investigation report on you is typed out, please think carefully about the questions I asked. I hope you will give me the answers I want in the interrogation room."
What answers do you want? Where does my money come from? How do I buy books?
Nasir turned these words over in his mind, trying to unearth their deeper meaning.
Words like "die heroically" and "leave a name in history" were squeezed out of his mind, and the sour and excited emotion in his heart disappeared without a trace, replaced by joy.
Someone is here to save me! I'm going to be rescued! I didn't expect that one of our disciplinary officers is actually one of them!
Hahahaha! Judging from the attitudes of the others, he holds a high position. Our people are hiding so well! They have fooled those stupid rainforest people.
I don’t know which tribe this warrior came from, but he was able to climb to a high position in the current situation. He must be very strong!
Nasir couldn't help but cast a fiery look at Senor.