Deep Control

Ever since the bride of General Aweimar and the assistant of Judge Karan were kidnapped by the Vikrians on the wedding day, the Interstellar Search Team has become a frequent visitor to the court and Tran's mansion.

There was a lot of news on the star network and netizens were discussing this matter, and those who had attended the wedding were silent about it.

The Tran family is the representative of national glory, and the two people who were hijacked by the sworn enemy Vikria were closely related to the Tran family. For a while, the people were furious, and even after Ivan released the rumor that he wanted to appeal to the prisoners of war, many people Slogans of support online.

Decades of war have passed, and some Vikrians who have already integrated into the life of the planet Arkonas live in panic every day.

There are many more guards on the street than in the past to prevent people from making trouble or parading.

And at this moment, a photo was sent to the presiding judge Karan's personal star network account through the abnormal ID.

When Karan received this photo, he was being forced to rest by Aweima. After Knox and Ritter were arrested, the two 'difficult brothers' had a hard time.

Aweima only sleeps two or three hours a day, and when she closes her eyes, she can always dream of bloodstains on the ground.

And Karan is not much better, just look at the faces of the servants in Karan's mansion who are getting more and more defeated and the worried expression of the old housekeeper.

Ivan came back after sending the reporters and the search team away. Aweima was sitting on the sofa and was pouring tea for Karan with his sleeves rolled up. Master Karan was leaning on the sofa with his brows tightly closed and his eyes closed. He didn't know if he was sleeping or thinking about something. .

Ivan took his steps lightly.

"Ding--"

The communicator placed on the table issued a crisp bell to remind.

Although this happened, very few people sent messages to Aweima and Karan. People who were not close did not dare to stand out at this time, and those who were close were all guests who attended the wedding at that time.

Karan slowly opened his eyes, the green eyes that were once as beautiful as a deep lake were bloodshot from exhaustion.

"You continue to squint for a while, I'll show you." Aweima took the communication on the table and waved at him nonchalantly.

Aweima clicked on the email and saw the picture information displayed on it. His eyes were fixed on the unfamiliar ID on it. With a beast's intuition, he clicked on the non-holographic view.

A picture was reflected in Amber's eyes.

"What's inside." Karan said hoarsely.

"Oh, it's nothing." Aweima smiled, and moved her finger to the delete button, "It's the old man who asked how things are going. I've already received several messages today."

"Really?"

"Huh? It's not true."

The skinny and slender hand pressed against Aweima's hand holding the communicator.

Aweima's smile froze, and the moment the communicator in his hand was taken away by Karan, two big words popped up in his mind: It's over!

Ivan stood behind Karan, and he could see the photo clearly with his eyes lowered slightly.

It was a slightly green young man. His clothes were torn apart and he was pressed to the floor. His honey-colored skin was like sweet and mellow maltose. His golden eyes turned to look behind him with horror and anger. A pair of broad palms that were obviously men Hold his smooth neck and shoulders.

And no matter how you look at it, how do you feel that this shot can only be shot with such an effect when the young man's waist or buttocks are oppressed.

It is very common for Ivan who is engaged in trial work, and there are often such photos on the criminal evidence of certain rapists.

It's pretty common, if that young boy in his early teenage years isn't Knox.

Ivan held his trembling hand and thought.

"Karan, listen to me, this photo looks like a picture made by someone to threaten you." Aweima swallowed, trying to appease Karan who was staring at the photo with a pale face.

"The person who posted this picture may not even be from that organization!" Aweima stared at Karan closely, fearing that he would do something in the next moment, "Trust me!"

"What are you talking about?" Karan raised his head slowly, except for his pale face and bloodshot eyes, he still looked calm.

Aweima and Ivan breathed a sigh of relief.

Karan: "Why can't I hear you guys?" His lake green eyes are like the glass beads in the eye sockets of old dolls in the shop window. When staring at Aweima and Ivan, he even seems to be able to hear 'grumbling' The sound of turning.

Aweima: "..." Mom's scalp is a little numb!

Ivan: "..." It's over, I'm so angry that I'm deaf.

"Big, lord?"

Karan covered his face with one hand, and his light-colored long hair hung down to cover his expression: "I may be crazy." The hoarse voice was faint, "I don't want to hurt you, you go out and give me some money." Minutes, I can't hear what you're saying right now."

So peaceful, both in expression and voice.

Aweima and Ivan didn't show relaxed expressions, they quickly got up and left the room, and Ivan also thoughtfully turned off the automatic defense system in the presiding judge's office, letting Karan vent inside alone.

The soundproofing of the office door was so good that Aweima and Ivan hadn't heard what happened inside for a long time.

When the door was opening, Karan also came out, and he closed the door casually to block the prying eyes.

"Let's go, let's talk in another place."

Aweima glanced at Karan's neat clothes and slightly messy hair: "Where are you going?"

Karan went down the stairs first: "The place where the prisoners are held in the underground of the court."

The two stared at Karan's tall and straight back, feeling as if something would come out of it, and Ivan winked wildly at Aweima.

Aweima twitched the corner of her mouth and asked tentatively, "Karan, what do you think of that photo?"

"It's true." Karan didn't look back, but said, "That photo is really Knox, and there is a small round red mole on his right shoulder."

Aweima: "..."

The three walked down the stairs.

Aweima winked at Ivan: It's your turn.

Ivan coughed nervously: "Lord Karan, I don't think ordinary people would do anything to demi-races, after all..." After all, there are very few people with this kind of sexual orientation.

Karan paused, and then started to walk again, "I checked the information of that person, he raised many subraces, but most of them were ordinary-looking and mentally retarded, and Knox..."

Ivan and Aweima subconsciously thought about Knox's sunny smile as if exuding the scent of honey, and the strange black plum blossom claws that could hit people's hearts, the small ears that flicked back and forth, and the cat's tail. .

Even Knox himself didn't realize that he hadn't faded away, which belonged to the black panther's proud little king who seemed to be pampered.

From the perspective of a normal man, I have to say that it can really arouse some kind of perverted desire.

Aweima and Ivan were silent for a while.

Aweima forced a smile: "Maybe people like ordinary ones, haha."

Callan: "Then it won't be Knox in this picture, it's Ritter."

Aweima: "..." Damn it, if you weren't my brother, I would beat you to death!

Ivan was almost amused by the side, and quickly tightened the corners of his mouth.

"A photo can't explain anything." Karan stopped at the door of the underground prison, looked into the dark interior and said, "If he really touches Knox, I will let him know what is worse than death .”

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