N-A-A Chapter 289 Anyone can come to this detention cell?
Chapter 289 Anyone can come to this detention cell?
Chapter 289 Anyone can come to this detention cell?
"James Scott, do you know them?"
The interrogator in black spoke in a low, suppressed voice.
"Uh—" Lorne leaned forward, pretending to scrutinize the trembling girls before gently shaking his head.
"I don't know him."
"But they know you." The interrogator sneered, pointing at Lorne before turning to the girls and asking coldly, "You tell me—is it him?"
"————" The girls lowered their heads even further. They huddled together, silent, with only soft sobs and uncontrollable trembling in their bodies.
"explain!"
The girls were clearly startled by the angry shout, and extreme fear was evident in their eyes.
"It's him—it's him." One of the girls, who looked the youngest, couldn't help but stammer as she spoke.
"No, that's right, it's him."
"It was him—who released us from the dungeon."
After the first girl spoke up, the others followed suit, "identifying" Lorne. They kept their heads down the entire time, not daring to look at Lorne even once, whether out of shame or fear, it was unclear.
Despite being his savior, he acted as if he were pointing fingers at a heinous murderer.
I'm sorry—they said that if we just spoke up, they would let us go home—
"Tsk." Looking at the expressions on the girls' faces, Lorne pursed his lips.
The tradition of scapegoating remains unchanged.
"Officer, there must be some misunderstanding. I swear I really don't know them."
He shrugged, trying to sound relaxed: "They must have mistaken me for someone else! There are many people in the world who look alike, aren't there? Maybe it's just a coincidence."
"Hmph!" The captain of the substitute punishment team, who was listening in, scoffed, his tone full of sarcasm. "You mean, on the night of the incident, someone who looks exactly like you happened to be passing by the scene and, out of kindness, rescued all these girls?"
"Well...maybe."
"Didn't Emperor Roselle say that anything is possible?"
Lorne didn't know if Rosell had "borrowed" this phrase, but it didn't matter what was said about him, as long as the meaning was conveyed.
"What kind of attitude is this!" The captain of the Punisher's temper flared up instantly. He stood up abruptly, his burly body exuding a powerful sense of oppression, and he looked ready to explode.
"Calm down." The interrogator raised his hand to stop him, then turned to Lorne with a piercing gaze: "Now, tell me, what exactly happened that night?"
Before he finished speaking, Lorne felt a strange mental pressure. He felt as if countless weak electric currents were coursing through his mind, weaving together into a barbed whip that lashed at his soul, giving him a tingling, numb sensation.
This feeling, both painful and numb, seemed to originate from deep within the brain.
This is an extraordinary ability! An ordinary person might think it's just the mental pressure caused by their own nervousness and the interrogator's authority, but Lorne can recognize that it's an extraordinary ability that directly attacks the mind!
It's similar to my "Mental Storm," only much weaker, but more specialized in interrogation. However, the other party's spirituality is far inferior to when I was still Sequence 6.
He quickly recalled the information he had seen about extraordinary individuals before and roughly determined the other party's possible sequence.
Sequence 7 of the "Arbitrator" pathway: "Inquisitor"!
Therefore, the case was transferred to a special department of the military.
If I hadn't been promoted, facing this kind of psychological attack, which is specifically designed for interrogation, might have been quite troublesome; at the very least, I would have needed to concentrate most of my mental energy to counter it. But now, the impact of this level is almost negligible for him.
Lorne's eyes flickered slightly, and his body suddenly leaned forward as if he was about to fall.
He quickly reached out to support himself on the small table and sat down again, his forehead twitching intermittently, and cold sweat streaming down his face.
"Why were you in the Joewood district that night? What was your purpose?" Seeing that his ability seemed to have worked, the interrogator's eyes flashed with a hint of barely perceptible joy, and he immediately seized the opportunity to ask further questions.
"Save—save people—" Lorne stammered, his voice trembling and not quite fluent.
In an instant, Lorne made up his mind. Since the other party had already brought in witnesses, it would be useless for him to say he "didn't know anything." He might as well take advantage of the opportunity when the "interrogator" thought his abilities were effective and find a way to extricate himself from the situation.
"Save him—" The interrogator glanced at the substitute punishment officer beside him.
The other party understood immediately and ordered his men to take the girls out. Only the three of them remained in the room.
Tell me all the details.
"Yes." Lorne nodded, his voice trembling.
He began to recount how he and Sherlock had encountered the family of a missing girl seeking help that night, and he emphasized that there were also missing children of workers in his factory.
"The detective Sherlock Moriarty can testify to this for me."
"Then why did you choose to investigate on your own?" the interrogator asked again, this was the key point.
"I—I do business in the East District and have dealt with the gangs there, so I have some connections," Lorne said with a somewhat shrewd and smug smile. "I think this could be an opportunity."
My factory hasn't been doing very well, and I thought—if I could rescue those poor people myself, it would boost my reputation, which would have a great "GG effect" and help my business.
The interrogator paused for a moment, then nodded to signal him to continue.
"Tell me everything about how you sneaked into the villa, and what you saw and did inside."
"That day—that day I was lying in wait near the villa when I suddenly heard strange noises coming from inside. The guards who were patrolling around the villa also ran away in a panic, and then—"
Lorne briefly recounted the rescue. His account contained both truth and falsehood, but most of it was true; he simply deliberately omitted all details about his extraordinary abilities and his journey to the study.
He only said that when he arrived at the basement, the burly man with the steam rifle was already lying on the ground, barely alive. But when the man saw him, he still struggled to attack him, and he had no choice but to fight back with the shotgun he was carrying.
He also vaguely mentioned that he seemed to have seen something completely black and ghost-like at the entrance of the dungeon.
In fact, he was indirectly attributing all the extraordinary factors to the "ghost companion" who wore a crown and armor.
He was certain that the "interrogator" couldn't discern the truth in his words. The "winner" himself possessed powerful anti-occupation and anti-prophecy abilities, and he didn't believe that a mere Sequence 7 could do what even the "mysterious queen" Bernadette couldn't.
"Then why didn't you admit it in the first place?" The interrogator's tone became more forceful, and the invisible mental pressure returned.
"Because—" Lorne hesitated, lowered his head, and his voice was filled with lingering fear, "because I heard that Kapin has a powerful backer and has connections with many important figures."
"To be honest, I regretted it a little when I found out that this matter might be related to Kapin."
"That day, I simply wanted to take a look around that area. If the guards hadn't suddenly all run away, I definitely wouldn't have dared to go in—"
"Otherwise, even for my own safety, I would never have gone alone."
"Sigh, why won't you admit it—"
"I'm afraid that if I admit it, it will cause me trouble, or even lead to retaliation from Kapin and his gang."
"I was thinking of just being an anonymous good Samaritan for once."
After a brief silence, the interrogator stood up and looked at the substitute. Lorne immediately felt the mental pressure he had been under, along with the "whip" that had been lashing his mind, vanish.
He was telling the truth.
"Ugh—why are they still locking me up?"
After the interrogation, Lorne was taken back to the detention cell.
"They must have believed me by now, but they neither let me go nor did they say anything."
"Tsk, if I were a nobleman or a member of parliament or something, I probably wouldn't have been arrested at all," Lorne complained, but now all he could do was wait.
"They say that after the promotion, the problem will be solved in an unexpected way, but what exactly will that solution be—"
Eh?
His spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered. Someone had arrived, and—it was someone he knew.
So this detention cell is like a public toilet, anyone can come in if they want to — he thought to himself, then helplessly turned his gaze to the empty space above the detention cell.
The next moment, the light there distorted slightly, and a stunning figure wearing a black classical court dress and a soft hat of the same color quietly appeared.
"Long time no see, Ms. Sharon~"