"Name?"

"Charles Medivh."

"gender?"

"Let's do it."

"Go and take off his pants!"

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As soon as the interrogator finished speaking, the big guard who was originally standing in four corners of the interrogation room immediately walked towards Charles, and a strange expression appeared.

So Charles was afraid instantly.

The judiciary in the knowledge city is very deep, and they are very good at dealing with restless young people. He was suppressed after a little test.

In the small interrogation room, there were only interrogators who could not distinguish between men and women with black masks, four big guards and six Charles who were holding their pants tightly, the furniture was only the chairs that Charles sat and the tables and chairs used by the interrogation officer. There was only one door on the white wall without windows.

The "killing stick" hit, and the interrogator patted the parchment paper on the table in front of him, and said to Charles in a neutral and gentle voice: "If you confess your sins at this moment, you are still surrendering yourself, once I start recording, your sin will bring you severe punishment."

Charles thought about it carefully and felt that there was no problem except colluding with the evil gods and the demons.

He felt that if these problems happened, he should be on the stolen rack at this moment, not in the interrogation room.

After thinking about it, he felt that this time he was going to frame him by the person who was assassinating him, so he was not worried at all.

So Charles shook his head and said, "I don't think I have violated the relevant laws of the Knowledge City."

The interrogator pulled the paper on the table to his side, reached out and took out the quill from the ink bottle, and began to record the confession formally.

"What did you do yesterday?

"I...baby..."

"What did you do at night?"

"I'm... guji guji..."

The interrogator first asked some very common questions, and Charles answered truthfully.

He basically didn't act alone yesterday. He could tell whether he was lying by just comparing his confessions with others.

Of course, he was alone when he was sleeping last night. If someone framed him and called him to serve him and didn't pay for it, it would be a bit of a headache.

Charles started to have breakfast yesterday and told the story of what happened until he went to the competition venue this morning, and he felt that he had no major problems.

While recording his confession, the experienced interrogator read his experience last night in his mind, and found that there was no trace of problematic behavior in his actions.

If there wasn't enough evidence in that big pot, the interrogator would have thought he had no problem.

Next, the interrogator asked him: "How long have you known Ayyafara?"

Charles didn't care at first and said, "I saw her for the first time in a small town outside the lava hell at the foot of Dogtou Mountain when I was carrying out a mission to Shield Bridge Academy not long ago...Bara..."

After hearing what they met, the interrogator asked, "So you are pursuing her?"

Charles looked confused and asked back, "Where do you know I'm pursuing her?"

The interrogator also asked him: "If you don't pursue her, why do you spend so much money on her?"

Charles said seriously: "Money is something outside of us. It can allow a terminally ill person to find the motivation to survive again and help her cure her chronic illness. It doesn't matter how much it costs."

In an instant, his image became taller in the eyes of the interrogators and guards.

However, the interrogation had to continue, and the interrogation officer asked again: "Do you have any other intentions for her?"

Charles shook his head, "No."

The interrogator suddenly asked, "How is Ayyafara's bone?"

Charles thought the other party was asking about the condition, so he answered truthfully: "It's not very good. Because of the illness, there are magic crystal thorns on her bones, which is very troublesome to deal with at the beginning."

The interrogator nodded and continued to ask him: "What did you eat last night?"

Charles repeated the answer from the account just now: "Because today I have to fight, I have asked the hotel to provide easy-to-digest stew."

The interrogation officer changed the topic and asked, "When was the last time you saw Ayyafara?"

Charles replied: "I was at the airport last night, and I personally took her on the plane."

The interrogator asked: "Where to go?"

Charles replied: "The Green Town of the Sea of ​​Elf Trees."

The interrogator asked: "Is it difficult to find her now?"

Charles replied: "Indeed, it's hard to find her in a short while."

After leaving overnight last night, Ayyafara was in Greentown during the day and then came back overnight to prepare for a lecture at volcano tomorrow at noon.

The key to rushing is that the epic doctors suddenly have to work overtime like a certain durian, and it is difficult to spare time, so they can only let her run around like this.

With her current communication level, it is really troublesome to find her.

The interrogator asked a question that seemed a bit strange to Charles: "How does Ayyafara taste?"

He looked at the nerve-wracking interrogator with a black thread and replied, "What else can a girl have?"

At this time, Charles realized that something was wrong. The focus now was on Ayyafara. Did she do something when she didn't know?

After having this thought, Charles was attentive in the following questions and answers. He found that the interrogator asked him several times about the smell, body and other information about Ayyafala.

In his previous life, someone was called by a police uncle to record a confession because the warehouse on the construction site was stolen and tried some interrogation skills, so he quickly discovered key problems from those sudden attacks and inadvertent questions.

"Has she sneaked into somewhere?" Charles thought to himself, "Can the other party only have information such as the scent of the intruder and does not have the decisive evidence to confirm his identity, so he needs to obtain a breakthrough from himself?"

At this time, the interrogator took out a tray from the drawer of the table and let the guards take it to Charles.

Charles saw a few hairs in the tray, and he was sure that these were Ayyafara's hair and the hair on her tail, and two of them also had a little fragrance of potion.

The interrogator asked him: "Do you recognize these?"

Charles thought quickly in his heart. Could it be that Ayyafara really sneaked into a forbidden area, was discovered and the guards grasped some characteristics, and accidentally lost some hair?

He pretended to study it and said, "I'm not sure about this, because there are many people with this color of hair."

At this time, he made a decision in his heart. When Ayyafara comes back tonight, he will ask clearly. If the matter of principle is not involved, he will deal with it flexibly.

I'm afraid her problem is not worth mentioning when the Demon King comes to the Knowledge City to collect intelligence in person.

The interrogator looked up at Charles for five minutes, which made him feel an invisible pressure.

"Do you have anything else to say?" said the interrogator without emotion.

Charles shook his head, "I don't think there is anything to say."

He asked him to prove that Ayyafara could not do it at the moment, so he planned to pass this level before talking about it.

The interrogator shook his head and said to the guard coldly, "Take him down." Then he said to Charles, "You better think clearly. The next interrogation is your last chance. If you are stubborn, there is only one way to die!"

Charles paused and was confused. How big has Ayyafara committed?
Chapter completed!