Imperial Calendar 1284, July 13.
A small fleet composed of three sky carriers slowly approached the Silver Belt District of Planet 228 to conduct a second investigation.
Regarding the calamity beast tide that had occurred on the planet's surface, the investigation team conducted sampling, interviews, and detailed searches before quickly reaching a conclusion.
They confirmed that Komola was the key figure who had triggered this beast tide and destroyed the spatial restrictor.
After mediation from multiple parties, Komola was not immediately sentenced to death. Instead, he was sentenced to three hundred years in the interstellar prison—the Great Blockade Fortress.
July 21.
The investigation team's sampling investigation into the remaining accomplices was thoroughly concluded.
Click.
The door opened, and Hill entered with two colony warriors.
He saw Wei He washing up by the sink.
"Looks like you're in pretty good shape."
Wei He swept his gaze over Hill's expression.
"How are things?"
Hill's expression was solemn. He fell silent for a moment.
"After the investigation team's careful sampling and tracing, Second Lieutenant Wei He, all aspects of your situation have been verified as true. There were no falsehoods, and you have no connection to Komola's case. You are hereby declared innocent and released."
Wei He was stunned. He had been prepared to break out of prison at any moment, kill someone, and steal a ship. He had not expected this.
"Congratulations." A faint smile appeared on Hill's face. "Remember to take a nice aromatherapy bath after you get out."
In Penza, taking an aromatherapy bath after leaving prison was a tradition for washing away bad luck.
Wei He came back to his senses.
"Alright!" He nodded heavily. Since he did not need to flee, that was naturally for the best.
"Thank you for taking care of me during this time. Goodbye."