Chapter 659: Chapter 220 The Great Secret Hidden in Upper State Prison
Leonard Churchill obtained the information about Upper State Prison and made another trip to the various labor markets.
After looking around, it was indeed as he had remembered, seeing the recruitment notice for Upper State Prison: “Porter for Upper State Prison, includes room and board, 4500/month”
The salary wasn’t bad.
Recently, Sinless City had been flooded with too many newcomers, and while the number of adventurers surged, the wages at various factories also increased significantly.
He had not paid attention to Upper State Prison before and had not noticed anything different about this job.
Now he knew there was something fishy about the prison.
And upon closer inspection, there were indeed problems everywhere.
Normally, jobs like a porter at Gold-digging Dock are stable positions, and although recruitment signs are often posted, it’s usually because there’s more work at the dock and more hands are needed.
But a place like a prison, with a fixed workload, yet always hiring, is not normal.
Leonard Churchill had worked as a Corpse Collector before and had encountered many professions.
In Sinless City, jobs that need constant recruitment either have high turnover, or they have a high rate of accidental deaths.
It was clearly the latter.
Leonard Churchill was curious as he watched, wondering why the porters at the prison died like that, considering the Corpse Collectors died from mutations caused by contamination of the corpses.
…
Leonard Churchill had no plans to apply for a job to blend into Upper State Prison.
After all, if there had indeed been a lot of people inquiring about the prison lately, a new face would be easily suspected.
Leonard Churchill didn’t want the hassle; he went directly to the address on the recruitment notice and gathered information about the employee dormitory.
East District Two, Salt Market Street.
This block has the largest living market in the eastern part of Sinless City, convenient for purchasing supplies to send to the prison.
Golden Oak Corporation’s branch office was located at No. 155, an office building that was a run-down small building.
Having been to this area before as a Corpse Collector, Leonard Churchill was very familiar with the terrain.
After arriving on his motorbike, he didn’t hurry to contact the employees in the dormitory but instead found a small alley to climb up the wall and decided to observe first.
According to the information he got, the porters would make two trips to the prison every week to deliver supplies, during which time they would come to the market to make purchases.
After roughly half an hour of stakeout, past mealtime, Leonard Churchill saw several people in Golden Oak lower-level freight uniforms cursing as they walked out.
They went to the garage, where the steam truck seemed to have some malfunction and wouldn’t start, and the driver, in a fit of rage, kicked it several times.
“Damn it! This piece of crap always breaks down, I swear I’ll smash it into a pile of junk one of these days!”
“Forget this junk, think about how we can make more money… with this measly salary, whoever wants it, takes it.”
“It’s really fucking unlucky, ever since the branch got a new boss, all the old connections for bribes went to waste, and now we have to fucking account for the receipts? Damn it! Damn it! I lost tens of thousands this month!”
“With just this shitty salary, I can’t do this job anymore. If they push me too far, I’ll grab a gun and go pop the heads of those assholes in the office!”
“…”
Leonard Churchill originally intended to observe the porters’ daily habits to avoid any slips when impersonating one.
However, after a short observation, he spotted something off.
These men, they all seem extremely… irritable.
Yes!
Irritability.
The porters’ irritable temperament was unmistakable in their words and actions.
If it had been just one person, it could have been chalked up to individual temperament.
But when everyone had that vibe, it was a professional hazard.
Just like when Leonard Churchill had been a Corpse Collector, due to occupational contamination, those in long-term contact with corpses would all exude a kind of Death Air.
“Strange, are these guys mentally polluted?”
Atop the roof, Leonard Churchill immediately thought of this factor.
His understanding of Extraordinary Power was now beyond most people, and seeing these symptoms, he could make an instant judgment.
So, did Upper State Prison potentially have a source of Mental Pollution?
While Leonard Churchill was observing, the driver kicked the truck a few more times and miraculously got it to start.
The men got on, and the truck left the small building.
Leonard Churchill intended to follow to take a closer look, but before he could move, he suddenly saw two suspicious figures emerging from an alley not far away.
He realized instantly that others were also monitoring these freight workers.
It seems they too wanted to probe into the secrets of Upper State Prison?
“Huh, fellow professionals…”
Leonard Churchill observed for a bit and immediately determined they were all professional spies.
Their tracking methods were clearly trained.
But these front-line spies were no experts, and Leonard Churchill was not concerned.
He followed the purchasing truck all the way to the market.
…
Three days later.
On the truck heading to Upper City.
To be safe, Leonard Churchill had also posted a message at the Hunter’s Association.
In case he met with an unexpected event, at least the things like the Useless Great Sword, which couldn’t be taken in, could be left for Camilla.
Or, if he wasn’t dead and just trapped, perhaps his old friend could find a way to help out.
Having made all the preparations, Leonard Churchill disguised himself as a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, sat on the truck, and went along with his “colleagues” to Upper State Prison to deliver supplies.
“Damn it, why does it have to be my turn again!”
“Stop complaining. Move quickly and efficiently, and perhaps you can get a little extra tip.”
“Have you guys noticed anything weird, like everytime we come out from delivering goods to the prison, we have to snap out of it for a long time…”
“You want to quit? The company has a policy against discussing prison matters!”