Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 468 Confinement

Half an hour later, in the airship docked in the inner dock of the Mackerel, Howard sent a communication request to Lia Weide.

This airship is not the public property of the Helvetic family, but the private property of Leah Weide. It is Leah Weide's personal space vehicle, but now Christina and Howard have the right to use it.

It is for this reason that the airship is equipped with a frequency band that can communicate directly with Liavide, eliminating the trouble of reporting through layers of authorities.

After the communication was connected and both parties exchanged polite greetings, Lia Weide got straight to the point: "Mr. Howard, I received a report about unusual unrest on the Mackerel. It's related to you, correct?"

"It's partly related." Howard didn't intend to hide it: "Lady Lia Weide, you need to know that even without me, this unrest would still have happened. My participation only changed the form of it."

Then he added, "But even you can't understand the full picture now, can you?"

"The crew members on the Mackerel aren't very willing, and this has hindered our progress in investigating the matter," Lia Weide said. "However, getting them to cooperate isn't difficult, but I don't think this is the approach you wish to see."

"I'll tell you the truth now," Howard said. "My blood has healing powers. I think this is no secret to you. I gave my blood to a trustworthy seed and asked her to cooperate with me in a play. The specific play was to have her kill a person in public, then revive him, and perform a resurrection trick in front of the other seeds."

Lia Weide: "The Mackerel's doctor discovered a large amount of human blood and organs at the scene. He concluded that someone was seriously injured, but after checking the status of all registered personnel, he couldn't find anyone with the corresponding injuries. So he concluded that the blood and organs either came from someone not registered with the Mackerel, or that there was a doctor hidden on the Mackerel who could perform surgery without surgical instruments."

"It's close," Howard said.

"My people have collected samples of these organs and are conducting genetic comparisons. If these organs are indeed from registered members of the Mackerel, the results will be available within two days." Lia Weide said, "So, what are your plans?"

"I'd like you to terminate the investigation," Howard said. "Theoretically, this way, the truth about what happened inside the Mackerel won't be known to more people."

Lia Weide: "Resurrection and powerful healing abilities are commonplace in fiction, but in reality, only a few can resist their allure."

"If, as you suspect, there are still contaminated seeds in this batch, then he will definitely find a way to spread the truth about this matter." Howard said, "This is exactly the result I want to see. Only when the bad seeds germinate can we distinguish them from the good ones."

Lia Weide: "So you mean, you want me to detect the movements of my people for you?"

"I don't need it," Howard said, emphasizing the "I." "My job is just to pick out the bad seeds. There's no need to go through so much trouble."

Lia Weide: "Okay, Mr. Howard, I will terminate this investigation."

"Thank you." Howard said, "Lady Lia Weide, besides this, I need more permissions and three more things."

……

one day later

Mackerel, Brig

This confinement room was originally an abandoned boiler room located on the lower level of the Mackerel, adjacent to the area where the power reactor was located.

So whenever the Mackerel's engines were running and the generators were outputting electricity, the abandoned, iron-clad boiler room would tremble slightly, make noises, and become extremely hot.

This room was not originally designed for living. A normal person would experience anxiety, insomnia, or even neurasthenia if staying in such a harsh environment for a long time. However, these many "shortcomings" are precisely the reason why this boiler room was chosen to be converted into a confinement room.

There is no power supply for the lighting facilities inside the confinement room. When the old iron door of the boiler room is closed, no light can shine into the room.

There are also no ventilation holes here. After it was converted into a solitary confinement room, the entrances and exits of the boiler pipes that originally led to the outside were also sealed.

The solitary confinement cell was extremely small, with a total area of less than ten square meters. Moreover, its shape was not a square but a twisted and weird trapezoid, which further reduced the usable area. The only furniture inside the room was a broken bed and a chair. There was not even a piece of cloth on the bed, let alone a mattress.

Apart from these, there is no other furniture, so people who are sentenced to solitary confinement often squeeze together with filth and even sleep on their own excrement.

Constance was imprisoned in this room at this time.

But in some ways she was lucky, because after the Mackerel was converted into a "seed bank", this confinement room was rarely used, so much so that it was even cleaned and used to store miscellaneous items, so she did not have to face the desperate environment of the past with its stench and filth.

Constance was huddled in a corner of the bed, covered in a heavy canvas garment and handcuffed and shackled.

She curled herself up into a small ball, facing the shaking wall, stretched out her fingers and mechanically stroked it.

If there was a light shining in at this time, you would see that her fingernails had been worn down and were bleeding, and the black iron wall in front of her was covered with white scratches and reflective bloodstains.

"rustle--"

Constance kept repeating the mechanical movements.

She had lost her sense of time and had no idea how long she had been locked up here.

She was constantly taken out of the cell, asked a question or two, and then sent back, over and over again.

"rustle--"

Her hair was messy and tangled, and her pupils had grown large and bright to adapt to the darkness. The stuffy environment in the confinement room, coupled with the heavy and inconvenient confinement uniform, made her body always wet and sticky, and even began to smell fermented.

"rustle--"

"Boom!"

Constance punched the wall and then put her head against it. The vibrations from the running engine seemed to shake her brains apart.

She took a deep breath of the polluted air and squeezed out two words from between her teeth:

"Oh shit……"

"crunch-"

At this moment, the door of the confinement room was opened from the outside. Constance thought that someone was here to interrogate her again, so she reluctantly began to move to get out of bed, but before she stepped on the ground, the door closed again.

Then, inside the confinement room, someone turned on the light.