TUNG!
Pablo punched the metal slab.
KRACK!
"Haha. Your rank is really White." The guard laughed out loud. It happened just like he expected.
Pablo's wrist cracked. It broke.
But instead of crying, Pablo heaved a sigh of relief.
The physique of Void Grief acted this time.
'I have no way to control my physique as long as this body doesn't become completely mine.'
Pablo hated the fact he wasn't in control of his own body.
"Now that you made me break my wrist. Can you heal it?" Pablo asked the guard.
"You are not feeling pain?"
"I am used to such things by now. That's why I became a detective. Less work of the body, more work of the mind."
"Whatever. Eat this. It will heal the broken bone." The guard threw a red pill at Pablo.
Pablo sniffed it and ran his fingers on it.
"It's not poison. It's safe. If anyone wanted you dead you would have died long ago." The guard said.
