Chapter 17 Interrogation

Queens, in an inconspicuous house.

Xio and Forsi found a place at random and sat down, examining the entries written on the blackboard. Mr. A, who was wearing a hooded robe, still sat quietly and alone on the sofa at the front, watching with a condescending attitude. everyone.

"Sequence 8 'Magistrate' potion formula, 450 pounds..." Xio silently read out the familiar content, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

One of her worst fears is saving up enough money and no one to sell the recipe!

"I got 400 pounds, plus the original savings of 150 pounds, it's enough... But the main ingredients for the follow-up will definitely need a lot of money... Ah yes, maybe I can change the circle and see if there are any Extraordinary people who are interested in this formula Interested..." Xio suddenly lifted his spirits and felt that he had found a way to make money.

Frankly speaking, if it wasn't for the urgent need for money to buy materials and improve potions, she would definitely not have leaked the formula. On the one hand, it is because most people always hope that there are few Extraordinary people in their sequence and they are special enough; on the other hand, because There are more competitors in the same path, and the price of the corresponding materials will be raised a lot, and the same is true for subsequent recipes.

After thinking about it for a while, Xio gradually became anxious again, because it is normal for a recipe to be unsold for a long time.

Moreover, the "Arbitrator" path belongs to the sequence of the royal family and the military, and all aspects are strictly controlled. The scattered part basically comes from a small number of dilapidated nobles, and their formulas are difficult to form a complete middle-low path. , there are often only one or two of them, coupled with the control of the main materials, it is difficult to obtain, and the Extraordinary who is willing to choose this sequence is quite rare.

Xio has been in several mysterious circles in Backlund for a long time, but she has not found an "arbitrator" other than her. This may be because the other party has concealed it well, and on the other hand, it is more or less Less explained some problems.

Phew, thinking about Forsi, I'm already lucky enough. For so long, she hasn't encountered any follow-up recipes of "The Apprentice"... Xio saw Mr. A's waiter coming, so she wrote a note to buy the "Magistrate" Recipe note to each other.

Not long after, she was led to the study room on the first floor. Before entering, she took a hooded robe from the waiter and covered her body.

The sellers in the study were also dressed in the same way, and they couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

"This is the formula for the 'Sirty Officer' potion, where is my money?" The seller asked in a hoarse voice, pressing the note on the desk with one hand.

Xio took out the cash that had been counted several times, and pushed it to the other party.

After repeatedly checking the authenticity and the total amount, the seller finally let go of the formula.

Xio immediately took a step forward and quickly grabbed the note.

Her gaze goes straight to the main material, which is the main point of emphasis:

"A pair of eyes of the fear bug, and the right palm of the silver-white war bear."

They are all Extraordinary materials that I know but haven't seen anyone sell... Xio let out a sigh of relief, exited the study slightly melancholy, and took off his robe.

Returning to the living room and sitting next to Fors, she gradually became worried about that unknown honorable name and the evil spirit that might be entangled with her after fulfilling a wish.

"10, no, 20 pounds, no, 30 pounds, please someone who is good at exorcising evil spirits to help me do the purification ceremony." Xio made up his mind, exchanged a few words with Forsi in a low voice, and beckoned to Mr. A's waiter.

After the rest period where they could communicate freely, they saw that the item they had just submitted was added to the items on the blackboard:

"Suspected to be haunted by evil spirits, ask a friend who is good at exorcising evil spirits for help, 30 pounds."

After a while, Mr. A's waiter came to the side of the two and asked them in a low voice to go to the living room on the first floor.

Waiting inside was a man wearing a white hard shell mask. Looking at the two help-seekers in loose robes of unknown gender, he smiled softly:

"Let me make a preliminary self-introduction first, lest you doubt my ability."

"No, there's no need, we trust Mr. A." Xio, who was covering his face with a hood, said before Fors opened his mouth.

She deliberately suppressed her voice so that her childish voice would not reveal her identity.

The man in the white hard-shell mask spread his hands and said with a smile:

"This is my habit. I am a sun believer. As you know, in Backlund and in the entire kingdom, this is rare."

"Only in this way can I live with my true identity."

Due to the huge conflict between the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Church of the Lord of Storms, the former has never been able to obtain the right to preach in the Loen Kingdom.

"A believer in the sun?" Forsi's lazy eyes disappeared, "This is the first time I've seen a living believer in the sun! Uh...I can't see the diplomats with higher status."

"Then should I feel honored?" The man in the white hard-shell mask opened his arms and surrounded him upwards, making a gesture of praising the sun.

Forsi didn't answer his question, instead she smiled and said:

"In terms of exorcism and purification, the waiters of the sun are professional. We are very relieved and can start."

The man who claimed to be a believer in the sun didn't hesitate any longer, took out a badge with the "sun" symbol on it, placed it on the round table in the center, and then lit two candles in a dualistic ritual.

After completing the pre-requisites step by step, he recited in a loud and devout voice:

"O Eternal Sun;"

"You are the eternal light;"

"You are the embodiment of order."

"I pray to you;"

"I beseech you to grant me the light of purification;"

"Pray that you will drive away the evil spirits."

...

In the reverberating Hermes spell, Xio and Fors saw pure, warm and bright light bursting out from the sun emblem.

It flowed continuously, turning into a tide, rushing towards the two of them, submerging them at the same time.

Tens of seconds later, everything returned to normal. Xio and Forsi felt warm, very comfortable, and very at ease. It was like soaking in a hot spring or taking a sunbath.

…………

Jorwood District, Rice Police Precinct.

Klein was sitting on a very low bench with a bunch of thieves and drunks, which was very shameful.

Suddenly, he felt warmth coming from the back of his hand, and the coldness of Backlund's night was dissipated a lot.

Looking down, Klein's four black dots that symbolized the mysterious space above the gray mist did not appear.

"Who is so kind, knowing that I was a little cold just now..." He muttered half jokingly and half doubtfully.

As a former inspector, he glanced at the thief on the left handcuffed to the pipe, and at the drunk man on the right who was about to vomit at any time but kept yelling to hit someone. He sighed at the current situation and didn't know when he would be able to break free.

"There should be another test, and if you pass it, you will be successful... I hope that the police will focus on the ambassador and the Zmanger party, and ignore the issue of my identity as a little detective. In theory, there is great hope , as long as Mrs. Summer, Lawyer Jurgen and others don't say anything that interests the police... Well, they and I have just met, so it is impossible to know too much..."

"Meursault's Extraordinary characteristics were taken away by me and hid above the gray mist, and there is nothing strange about him. No one can discover that he used to be an Extraordinary, so he will not doubt my strength... Hmm... an hour has passed..."

While comforting himself, Klein saw the previous police chief with a short brown beard walking over.

"Sherlock Moriarty, follow me to the interrogation room." The sheriff ordered without explanation.

Here we come... Klein thought to himself, and got up to follow.

Rounding the corner, the sheriff stopped in front of an iron gate and signaled Klein to go in.

Klein took a breath, then let it out slowly, turned the handle, and opened the door to enter.

Inside was a small room, surrounded by seemingly thick walls, with a small table in the middle and chairs on either side.

Under the illumination of the elegant gas lamp on the wall, Klein could clearly see the interrogator opposite. It was a man wearing a rare black shirt.

He didn't wear a vest, and wore a non-formal black coat. His eyebrows were sparse, his blue eyes were indifferent, and the lines of his face were like blades, too rigid to be soft enough.

The man pointed to the chair opposite and said in a deep voice:

"I'll ask you an answer."

Before he finished speaking, Klein felt an unimaginable oppressive force. He felt as if electric currents were rushing through his spirit, connecting them into thorny whips, constantly beating his soul.

This "taste" is painful and numb, as if it originated from the depths of the brain, which makes people unable to resist. They can only shiver and their knees become soft.

Klein nearly fell, quickly supported the small table, and sat down, his forehead twitching intermittently.

This... This is an extraordinary ability... Ordinary people might think that it was a mental problem caused by their own nervousness and the majesty of the interrogator opposite, but Klein clearly recognized that this was an extraordinary ability that directly attacked the spirit of others Extraordinary ability!

He hurriedly recalled the information he had read before, and quickly confirmed the suspect:

Sequence 7 of the "Arbitrator" pathway, "Interrogator"!

The matter was transferred to a special department of the military? Klein thought with a little relief.

As long as it's not a Nighthawk, everything is fine.

"You identify these photos and find the ambassador who met Meursault." The indifferent and rigid man in black spread out seven or eight black and white photos on the small table.

Klein felt that the electric whip in his mind seemed to be raised high, and he dared not and was unwilling to lie with the prediction of extreme pain.

Of course, there was no need for Klein to lie. After a little identification, he pushed a photo to the interrogation officer. It was the middle-aged gentleman who was dressed so flamboyantly and had a good look.

The interrogator glanced at it, didn't say anything, and asked again:

"Are all your previous statements true?"

Klein remained sober and sane just like when he was forced into a dream, and did not succumb to the "whip" in his spirit. He replied sincerely:

"All true."

The interrogator leaned forward, propped his hands on the small table and said:

"When was the last time you saw Ian Wright?"

"Yesterday, early yesterday morning." Klein said with difficulty, with drops of cold sweat dripping from his forehead, "I followed Meursault and found the body of Detective Zuriel. Because I didn't want to deal with the police gentlemen, I took Ian to identify the body. Then let him call the police by himself, Zuriel's body is in the sewer entrance at the bottom of Tietan Street in the East District on the right."

After a brief silence, the interrogator finally nodded, and Klein suddenly felt that the huge oppressive force disappeared together with the "whip" in his mind.

"You can go out." He ordered without any ups and downs.

Klein stood up, opened the door and walked out, without hiding the vanity of his footsteps.

He felt that this was more tiring than a fight with Meursault. If there was a slight mistake, his mind would be completely crushed, and he would answer honestly when asked by the other party.

No, if it wasn't for my own special spiritual body, which has been tested by babbling and screaming for a long time, and can remain calm and rational under certain circumstances, I would probably have collapsed just now... Klein returned to the corridor with a chill on his back.

At this time, the former police chief came over and said:

"Come with me to go through the formalities. Lawyer Jurgen is waiting to release you on bail."

Phew... Klein secretly let out a breath and completely relaxed.

He knew the danger was finally over.

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