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Chapter 63 "21"

"How long have I been in a coma?"

The hunger is not very strong, it seems that it won't be too long.

"Three standard hours."

"What about their attitude?"

You must know that before I fell down, I still gave the "major" a strong dose of medicine. If all this is useless, we probably will indeed be in trouble.

But fortunately, it seems that they should not be able to figure out the situation. In this case, we should still have a considerable chance.

"They didn't say anything, just let us wait here."

Moral spread his hands, expressing his displeasure.

"This is how the league treats guests, and it doesn't look any better than imagined."

He murmured a few words, but he finally calmed down.

Seen from the window, the position of this room may be at the most corner, and the light outside the window is still very abundant. This may be a large periodic planet.

Beria, I haven't heard of it too much before, and it is only a foothold on an important traffic line in my memory.

Just like being in a prison, the three of us sat in a row, chatting from time to time to pass the boring leisure time.

"We are not prisoners, they shouldn't treat us like this."

After clearly knowing my conjecture, Moral could only sigh and scratch his head helplessly.

footsteps.

"Shh!"

He made a silent movement towards these two people, after all, he just talked about some system issues of the alliance.

"Doo-doo-doo!"

"You guys, who is Lin Man?"

Along with the sound of the door being unlocked, an arrogant questioning voice also sounded.

In just a few words, the vitriolic and mean impression was directly established. This was my first impression before I even saw this person.

"I."

Until he walked into my sight, I stood up and looked at him.

The narrow chin makes the proportions of the not-so-long face look abnormally out of balance. It obviously looks like a horse face, but compared with the person next to it, it seems to be within the normal range.

The hair is slightly gray, I don't know if it is a problem of race or a disease, the eyes are small, the bridge of the nose is high, and the head is slightly tilted, making people feel that they should be too conceited and difficult to communicate with, right?
"Well, let's go."

I don't know whether it was a snort with my nose or what, but I also walked out after casting a glance at me.

Nalia glanced at me, then shook her head slightly at me.

Maybe in her opinion, something bad will happen in front of her?
"It's okay, don't be afraid, take care of Moral."

I comforted the girl in front of me in a low voice, but it was Moral who worried me the most.

It may seem a bit weak and timid, but it can be said that it is completely ignored when it is really ruthless, so if you are worried about me, it is better to look at Moral.

"Do you like staying here?"

Urging and reproachful words came from not far outside the door. This tone and the murmur after passing through the half-open door made people feel quite uncomfortable after hearing it.

"Sorry, here we come, here we come."

While glancing at Moral, he quickly ran out towards the exit.

Do these people really regard us as criminals?
When I ran out, I saw the weapon carried by the guard at the gate, which was an automatic rifle...

The people walking in front did not wear the uniforms of Union Customs or other public agencies, but more like ordinary business people.

I'm not sure.

Maybe it's actually some kind of secretary at the hand of some big shots?

This guy has been walking in front without saying a word, and has no intention of talking to me at all.

Forget it, there is no need to ask for trouble.

You must know that this kind of position is actually the easiest way for people to develop a bad temper of bullying and fearing the hard.

There is only a room on my right hand side. It is hard to imagine that this low-rise building similar to a dormitory, although not dilapidated, but with such an indescribable decoration, would actually be the main building of a customs office.

It should be the front.

The person walking in front stopped suddenly, glared at me, knocked on the door beside me, and walked in.

He gave me a good look, did he mean to ask me to wait?

Sure enough, he poked his head out a few seconds later, waved at me and disappeared.

...what should I say?

This is a place similar to a conference room. There are three people sitting at the far end of the long table, two military officers and a civil servant.

It seems that two people who should look like military officers have been whispering, while another middle-aged man sitting in the second row at the back is looking at me with interest.

Looking at the military rank, it's not very clear with the backlight, and I can only vaguely see that the one sitting on the left should be a colonel.

Looking at the side of the door, "Major" and a few familiar faces are there, but the atmosphere seems a little dignified.

And the person who showed me the way before actually walked up to the middle-aged man and sat down. The two of them drove like a businessman bringing his secretary to discuss business.

But how do I feel, maybe the guy with the highest status here is this guy?

"Lin Man, Lin Man Lanstalo?"

As I entered the arena, the atmosphere seemed to freeze all of a sudden. In the end, the "Major", who felt really embarrassed, barely introduced himself to me.

"Yes, I am."

"sit down."

After sitting down, the colonel on the left finally started to look at me, and the one on the right can see clearly now, it is a major, and he has been looking at something that looks like a document.

"In the documents we received, you stated that you experienced the massacre of settlements on Empire UP-EST III, did you?"

Straight to the point?

It seems that you are indeed interested.

My plan to try my best to establish myself as a "tainted witness" should have succeeded.

"Yes, I was also seriously injured in that massacre."

They have already begun to use sensitive words like massacre. It seems that although the alliance has no superficial expression, it should not be very comfortable in reality.

"Is the evidence the wound on your body now?"

"Yes."

"Can we extract biological material from your wound and record its appearance?"

As soon as the words fell, the person sitting with the "Major" stood up.

Hey, you're not asking for my opinion at all, are you?

Without my reply at all, he had already taken out some medical equipment and walked towards me.

Well, I can only choose to cooperate, what else can I do?

Some people took pictures of my scars for records, cut some tissue from the surface, and drew a small tube of blood.

I can understand taking pictures and cutting tissue, but drawing blood... always makes me think of something bad.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

I can only smile wryly, what else can I do?
But one thing to say, these people are obviously very satisfied with my attitude. It may be my illusion, and the tone has softened a lot.

"So you're sure you were there, right?"

"Yes, our identity card can also provide a record of the local registration and accommodation during the corresponding time period."

"Okay, next I would like to ask if you have witnessed the people involved in the massacre?"

Here comes the key stuff, and I know what you want to hear.

"Probably the day before the massacre, I witnessed an imperial plane appearing there."

"Did you only see the plane? Did you see any people or objects that appeared during the massacre?"

"During the massacre, someone wearing the uniform of your alliance appeared..."

"But they all speak the official language of the empire, and their accents are also the local accent of the empire."

One sentence made everyone put down what they were doing and looked straight at me.

"So where were you at that time, and what were you doing?"

Whether I can answer this question well is directly related to whether my words can be believed, and also related to whether my next destiny can turn around.

"I was already injured at the time, and the earth and rocks from the bomb fell on me."

"I was almost buried under the rubble, too."

Pretending to be thinking, if you describe the scene without thinking at this time, it will probably be regarded as a previously edited story.

"Then what did you see the people doing?"

"They're hunting."

"Then why weren't you arrested?"

"I don't know, but at that time I was covered in blood and was pressed under the ruins. They probably thought I should have died?"

While saying these words, unconsciously, I thought of the imperial soldier who was brought down by Nalia and lay forever in the cold basement.

"After that, how did you get saved?"

By the way, he is wearing a military uniform, which means that I can actually describe it like this: I have seen imperial soldiers in military uniforms.

You can also describe the military rank you saw as a junior non-commissioned officer.

"It was the people who were traveling with me who came to find me. They had been hiding in a cellar not far away before."

"By the way, the medicine they used to save me was also something they found in the cellar. It should be the medicine hidden by the smugglers."

"It's the man and woman who came with you, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything else you can think of that needs to be added?"

It seems that the purpose of the inquiry has been achieved, and my performance should be okay.

"Oh, yes, I remembered. Before the bombing, I witnessed the armed police of the Empire in the settlement. They drove a heavy truck and two fast vehicles and set up checkpoints at the intersection."

"Okay, we've written it down, is there anything else we need to add?"

"Well... on the day I resumed operations, we escaped from there. At that time, we also witnessed people wearing imperial costumes from a distance. It must be a reconnaissance force, and they began to spread out and enter the destroyed Let's live."

"The scouting force of the imperial costumes dispersed into the ruins, did they?"

"Yes, although they are separated by some distance, the oak leaves on their armbands can be seen clearly."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation..."

(End of this chapter)