death of hope

Chapter 925: Psionic Storm (3) Unpleasant Interrogation

An hour later, in a dimly lit interrogation room at a police station in Shin-Sapporo,
The homeless man's hands were handcuffed to the iron ring of the table with a pair of alloy shackles, and a sheriff in a black uniform and a badge was listening to the suspect's complaints;
"Sir, you police cars were chasing that alien kid just now, right?"

"Well, so what."

"What crime did she commit?"

"None of your business."

"I was the one who controlled that alien kid and prevented her from escaping through the back door. I helped you with your arrest. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to catch her. That kid was extremely fast."

"Haha, do I have to go to the printing shop next door and order a banner with the words 'Act of Righteousness' for you?"

"That's not necessary. I just fulfilled the obligations of every citizen of the Terra Federation. On the contrary, you are incapable of arresting suspects, but you are quite active in wrongly arresting good people."

"Good guy? What a bullshit!
The manager of the McDonald's restaurant accused you and that kid of being in cahoots with each other to rob the store."

"Robbery? What a joke! Have you ever seen a criminal who makes a purchase for free without taking any money? I didn't touch a cent of the money in the cash register!"

"The surveillance video shows that you and that kid ate the fast food purchased by other customers, which constitutes the crime of illegally occupying other people's property."

"How much are a few hamburgers and fried chicken worth?! Are you bullying me because I don't know the law?!

According to the Terra Federation Public Security Administration Punishment Regulations, illegal appropriation of other people's property does not constitute a crime if the amount involved is extremely small, so as to avoid wasting law enforcement resources.

Sir, you have the right to criticize and educate me, but you do not have the right to bring me to this interrogation room and restrict my personal freedom with handcuffs. For this, I can sue you. "

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The sheriff stared at the tramp in surprise and rubbed his eyes:
"Oh my, you are a beggar, but you are so good at talking. You are quite good at fooling people."

"That's not nonsense, it's because I received a good education since I was a child."

"Hmph, good education, only graduated from elementary school, right?"

The sheriff hovered the tip of his pen over a box on the form:

"Tell me! Where is your hometown?"

"I come from the planet Ix, the famous industrial colony."

The sheriff wrote with a ballpoint pen in his hand, his handwriting was messy. It was obvious that compared to the handcuffed suspect, he was the one with the lower education.

"name?"

"Leon Vilnius"

"How do you spell that?"

The homeless man read out the letters one by one slowly, like a kindergarten teacher teaching a child:
"Leon Vernius"

"That Vilnius? Are you sure?"

The tramp sat up straight and answered proudly, "It's the famous Vilnius."

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"What is your relationship with Count Dominic Vilnius, the governor of the planet Ix?"

The tramp puffed out his chest and said proudly: "I took my mother's surname. My mother is the Earl's sister, Kellya Vilnius, a noble lady."

"Uh... in other words... you are the Earl's nephew? An official member of the Vilnius family?"

"exactly."

The sheriff stared at the beggar in front of him with his rat-like eyes. He looked at him suspiciously. He said, "Since you are a nobleman, why don't you live a life of luxury in your hometown in Ix? Instead, you become an illegal immigrant? You sneaked into Shin-Sapporo and became a vagrant?"

"I...uh...I have my reasons..."

The tramp swallowed, hesitated for a few seconds, and explained stubbornly:

"Actually, I went on this adventure just to train myself. There's a saying that goes, 'Born in adversity, die in comfort.'"

The sheriff shook his head and leaned back in his chair:

"You kid...you are either bragging or you have some serious brain disease."

"Every word I said is true. If there is even a trace of falsehood, God will punish me with lightning."

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"It's a different era now, and there's no point in swearing a poisonous oath here." The sheriff muttered impatiently:

"Since you said you are the nephew of Count Dominic Vilnius, let me ask you,
Are you a legitimate child or a bastard (illegitimate child)? "

This question obviously touched the homeless man's pain point, making his expression extremely embarrassed. He wanted to say something but stopped, his face flushed red, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.

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"Huh, why aren't you talking? It looks like it's the latter, a bastard."

The sheriff felt that he had the other party under control, and said triumphantly:

"Hmm... let me guess, Count Vilnius's sister, Kelly, had an affair with a servant or a security guard, cheated on her husband, and gave birth to a bastard like you.

During a physical examination, a military census, or a routine genetic test, your unclean DNA could be exposed.

As the saying goes, family disgrace should not be made public. In order to avoid the honor of the Vilnius family being tarnished, the Earl did not make the scandal public, but secretly exiled you, the bastard, from the territory of the planet Ix.

You have a high degree, but you are an undocumented person without an identity. You have gone from being a rich noble to a beggar in an instant.

He could only find a job as a dock porter, and smuggled himself into Shin-Sapporo in a container, hoping to start a new life.

Without an ID, you can't even find a job as a migrant worker or a security guard, so you just become a beggar, staying in other people's shops, using the heating and living on leftovers.

You live like a dog, missing your childhood days of being a rich kid. You were kicked out of the family, but you still cling to the noble surname "Vilnius".

After all, that is your last fig leaf, isn't it, Mr. Leon?"

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"Shut up! Stop talking!"

The tramp was so angry that he stood up with a bang, and the chains on the shackles were stretched straight.

The sheriff pointed at the other party and laughed happily: "Haha, what do you mean by stoning a dog? You're anxious! You're anxious! I hit you where it hurts~"

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the interrogation room:
"Excuse me, Sheriff Tanaka, I am Mounted Police Officer Ichiro Watanabe sent by the General Administration."

"Please come in."

A ranger wearing a helmet and riding boots came in and whispered something to the sheriff.
The latter kept nodding, "Okay, OK, OK~"

Sheriff Tanaka closed the file, stood up, took out the key, and opened the tramp's shackles:
"You're damn lucky, bastard.

A local big shot has come forward to vouch for you.

Just sit still, he wants to talk to you."