Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Chapter 60 Interrogation
Back in Arpeggio City, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. Heshia just wanted to sleep well, and she lay on the bed almost right after taking a shower.

Soon there was the sound of quiet breathing in the room.

Different from the quiet residential area at night, the world at this moment is ushering in great changes.

Dazzling headlights illuminated the once dark and chaotic cave environment. Under the surveillance of federal soldiers, each underground person was put on a restraint bracelet, and then escorted to a temporary detention center, where they will be examined one by one. Interrogation, and then according to the judge's judgment, go to different places for transformation.

Those with shallower nature and younger age may be able to come out after a few years, while those with bad attitude and rebellious personality may have to be imprisoned for a lifetime.But even so, compared to those lives that died directly in the ground, no one knew about them, they were still much luckier.

Although they have lost their freedom, their future life will be much longer than in the underground world where the average life expectancy was only 25 years old in the past.

"Name?" Behind the solid transparent metal partition, the inspector temporarily drawn from other urban areas asked.

"Bru." The fat man sitting on a chair like a hill answered with his head bowed.

"What did you do for a living underground?"

"I help sell broken fruits to people in the underground world." His words are true, and he was indeed in charge of such affairs in the gang before.

"Oh, where did your fruit come from?" The inspectors will not believe it just by saying a word, and the extraordinary job agencies they specialize in also have certain lie detection capabilities, and not everyone can fool these professionals.

"It's from the supermarkets of the lower classes, and they dump the spoiled fruit into the rubbish station, and we pick it up early."

"How did you get rid of the things in the garbage station? There should be surveillance and guards there."

"It is true, but we greeted the guards and gave him a part of the profits, so we will not be blocked."

Hearing this, the examiner tapped his fingertips on the table, paused for 2 seconds, and then continued to speak.

"Tell me the specific location of the garbage station and the name of the person who connected you."

"I can say it, but I hope you don't blame him. In fact, his life is not easy. After all, the salary at the garbage station is very low."

"Don't say unnecessary words." The examiner's expression remained unchanged.

"It's the 67th floor underground, R351 area, the garbage disposal station at No. 12 Pailu Street. I usually contact the employee No. G183 inside. His name is Klum and he is 71 years old."

Hearing that it was an old man, the inspector inside frowned slightly, but didn't say much. He entered the information into the computer terminal in front of him, and then picked up the communicator beside him.

"...That's right, it's in the R351 area, I need to trouble you to go there."

After putting down the communicator, he continued to interrogate, asking where Bruce spent his childhood and how he grew up.

Compared with the previous information, this part is Blue's weakness. After all, he is not a real federal resident, and his identity file was forged later.

"I spent my childhood in the F69 residential area on the 23th floor of the basement..." He tried his best to recall the information in the previous file. Fortunately, Qiao Long filled in the content based on his own experience. He happened to know a lot of things about Qiao Long in the past. .

"Did you have few friends or acquaintances as a child?"

"This..." Bruce hesitated. After all, he was not very smart, and he couldn't come up with a perfect answer in a short time. If he made up something temporarily, the inspector in front of him might see through it at a glance, and all previous efforts would be wasted.

"Many of my childhood friends have been forgotten. I didn't get along well, and I don't want to contact them."

Bruce tried his best to keep his emotions stable, and spoke slowly. This was what Joron told him before he left. When the federal prosecutor asked questions, he tried to rely on the truth. Even if he lied, he had to say that it was similar to his original experience. Or those who can empathize, so that they will not be easily seen through by the examiner.

"It's impossible to have no one, even if we don't contact each other, let's talk about someone who played very well when we were young, otherwise your words will not be trusted." The inspector's fingertips tapped slowly on the table, bringing cloth Lu was under great psychological pressure.

"Don't hesitate anymore, just say the name." Seeing that Bruce paused for several seconds, the examiner sneered and continued to press.

"I said, there is a friend named Home. We were friends when we were young, but recently we broke up because of a quarrel." Really can't think of a candidate, and Blue can only name Joron's childhood friend, who lost money because of gambling. light man.

"Oh, tell me the specific house number where he lives."

"Yes..." Blue reported Home's house number.

After confirming, the inspector directly picked up the communicator and started dialing. At present, the telephone numbers of federal residents' houses are all bound to the address. Knowing the house number is equivalent to knowing the phone number.

After more than ten seconds of beeping, the call was connected, and a drowsy male voice rang from the other side of the phone.

"Hello, this is the review office of the Seventh North District of Emerald Skirt under the Federation. Due to official business, I have some questions to confirm with you."

"Examination Hall?" A surprised and flustered voice came from the communicator.

"Yes, can we start asking now?"

"Ah, uh... well, you can ask." The Office of Inspection has a lot of power in the Federation, and it is not a good thing to refuse rashly.

"Among your friends when you were young, is there a person named Blue, who said he was friends with you since childhood."

"Bru? Who is that, I don't know..." the voice over there muttered.

The fat man outside the glass partition was so nervous that he had no choice but to explain, "I don't have a good relationship with him, he said that on purpose, because he used all the money he lent to him for gambling, and then Mother Home Because of this incident, he passed away early, so I quarreled with him."

"Oh..." The inspector was noncommittal, glanced at him, and then continued to ask.

"He said that he lent you a sum of money before. He originally wanted you to treat your mother's illness, but you used it for gambling."

"Shit! Who said that... well, who else but him..." The man's voice was full of irritability.

"Uh, I see. I have this friend, so don't call me anymore. Our relationship is not that good. If he dies outside, don't contact me again." After finishing speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

Looking at Dudu's disconnected phone, the inspector showed a slightly surprised expression on his face. He glanced at Bruce and remained silent for a few seconds.

At this time, the personnel who had previously investigated the garbage station also returned news to him.

……

"Yes, that garbage station is indeed guarded by an old man. He has been doing this for almost 40 years. He said that he has sold countless garbage to others. They are called Blue, Link, and Yoda. I don’t know. Which exactly are we referring to?"

"Although what he did was illegal, after all, it is a violation within the scope of his duties, and the consequences are at most a fine, and he is likely to enjoy a good time in prison when he is old, and we have no good way to interrogate him severely."

After the call was over, the examiner hung up the communicator, and he tapped on the table again, pausing for a few seconds.

"You are lucky."

"Although I still have doubts, it is an extraordinary period after all. There are thousands of people queuing up outside. It is impossible to continue wasting resources for a small person like you."

"You passed. After one month of detention and inspection, you will be released on probation and temporarily freed. However, if you have any violations of federal laws within five years, you will be arrested and returned to prison again, and you will be severely punished. .”

He checked the projection form in front of him one by one, and then dropped the pen.

"Rare this hard-won freedom."

Although the fat man in front of him was lying, the prosecutor also saw that this man was not that vicious, at least he had the possibility of reforming himself.

After hearing this sentence, Bruce slumped on the table and chair as if he was out of breath, and it took him a long time to think of anything.

"Thank you for your kindness and tolerance." He lowered his head suddenly, and then heaved several times.

Regarding this, the examiner inside ignored it, but flipped through the information of the next person to be interrogated, and waved him to make room for him to leave.

(End of this chapter)