[Information: Top student at Imperial University, background in a monastery; currently a capable lieutenant.]

Nance fell into thinking.

The adjutant is obviously a physical and human shield character, used in the front row to deal with damage, and his combat effectiveness is not strong. The demon is a mind control mage, which should have a certain amount of spell damage, and is of a higher level.

Can't beat it!

You have to find a way to escape.

"Section Chief, please continue the interrogation." Adjutant Tokisaki reminded him.

"Um……"

Nance put on a thoughtful look.

From the beginning, he kept a tight facial expression and did not dare to relax, for fear that the adjutant would see the flaw.

The devil who had been watching him across from him suddenly smiled, raised his wrist slightly, and tapped the table playfully: "Some changes have happened to you that interest me..."

The fingernails hit the table, click, click, click, and the clear and sweet sound is like the footsteps of the God of Death.

Return to trial?

Judge your mother!

Nance cursed directly in his heart.

On the surface, the former section chief was a top student, but in fact he was a paranoid student who studied to death, and was obsessed with fairness and justice to the point of being almost obsessive.

For example, this Miss Ximena was caught and interrogated by him as a suspect just because she appeared at the crime scene and glared at him contemptuously.

What a joke!

Nance dared to use her personality as a time traveler to guarantee that she was not a familiar.

If possible, he would like to shout loudly, "The noble and beautiful Miss Ximena cannot be a familiar", and then immediately send this untouchable demon queen out, and promise that similar misunderstandings will never happen again.

"Section Chief, please stop delaying." Adjutant Tokisaki reminded his superior conscientiously, "If we cannot interrogate clues, the situation will be very detrimental to us."

"Ah, no, my head hurts so much." Nance rubbed his head, "I seemed to have been invaded by mental pollution just now. I need to take a rest..."

In urgent need of a quiet space to digest the facts, he immediately staggered out the door without giving the adjutant a chance to react.

Adjutant Tokisaki hesitated for a moment, frowned and asked, "Do I need to ask for a priest?"

"I'll just take a nap."

Nance left the interrogation room without looking back and walked to his lounge following his memory.

The adjutant originally wanted to ask a priest to treat the section chief to prevent his mental sequelae.

But after a moment of silence, she didn't say anything.

In her eyes, this rookie section chief was a headstrong person with an extremely sensitive heart.

Even if her opinions are not adopted, he might even ridicule her by saying, "Do you think that because you were born noble, what you said must be right?"

Perhaps this is the long-suppressed inferiority complex deep inside the hearts of children in the slums. Even when they grow up, most people still find it difficult to get rid of their inner shadow.

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The corridor is empty and dimly lit.

"Find a safe place first, and then consider countermeasures..."

Nance turned right as he followed the corridor, and a sign that read "Temporary Holding Area" appeared in front of him.

The sign actually had Chinese characters... He was surprised and stepped into this area.

Boom!

Boom!

The dull sound of footsteps echoed in the empty and lonely corridor.

The air always has a strange smell that's like a mixture of old newspapers and rotten apples. When you smell it, you'll feel like you're at the bottom of an ancient abyss, suffocating.

Tick.

Drops of water came from nowhere and fell into Nance's collar, making him shiver involuntarily.

The entire space was as silent and oppressive as a ruin, and it was extremely weird.

He vaguely heard something moving.

Inside the black iron bars on both sides of the corridor, faces with different expressions emerged from the darkness, peering at him quietly with the aura of death.

Black and white pork shreds...

Loli lady and young lady...

Those who cough up blood, bang their heads against the wall; those who are hysterical and insulting, those who act coquettish and beg to be let go... There are all kinds of crazy beauties with all kinds of looks and styles here.

Nance sighed.

Deeply.

He felt that he was probably going to get cold.

The faces in front of you are not just faces, they are also the embodiment of arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and lust.

He closed his eyes and the devil from hell whispered in his ear.
Chapter completed!