This questioning lasted only a short while before ending in unilateral silence.
The officer in the dark green uniform seemed speechless. Because of his bad temper, he always looked down upon people with narrow eyes. But now he put aside his usual arrogance and raised eyes and stared at Yuan Yuxue. It was as if he wanted to find some flaws in him before he would be satisfied.
But Yuan Yuxue looked calm and normal, and there was nothing suspicious in her response.
It can even be said that the answer is very standard, so standard that it sounds perfunctory... but there is no fault to be found in it.
The officer was still full of doubts: How could a mere seventh-level person master the skills to kill Zerg? But he could not find a standard way to deal with Yuan Yuxue.
Yuan Yuxue is not a criminal.
Strictly speaking, he should be rewarded.
In the starship, any warrior who can kill the Zerg will receive a reward - even if he is a seventh-level person.
The officer walked forward again, and he and Yuan Yuxue got closer. His eyes seemed to be carefully examining every part of his body.
Because of his height, he was a head taller than Yuan Yuxue. At this time, he lowered his eyes and looked at Yuan Yuxue, with a cold and threatening look in his eyes.
The oppressive power of the upper class over the lower class is unquestionable.
Just like now, those seventh-level people around him couldn't help but take a step back, as if they were affected by some invisible momentum.
The officer stared at Yuan Yuxue coldly, "Name."
"G223, before this number, your name."
Before coming to this cabin, the officer had already investigated the relevant information about Yuan Yuxue.
But for people at the lower level like them, the only meaningful written name is the number assigned after arriving at the starship.
All the officer could find was Yuan Yuxue's number and that he had recently been accepted on board as a refugee.
But now, he was not satisfied with just knowing the number of the person in front of him, but wanted to know his name.
At the same time after asking the question, the officer took out a very small silver cylindrical instrument and placed it in front of Yuan Yuxue's neck. It was only a few centimeters away from touching the skin that looked particularly pale and delicate compared to the skin color of her cheek.
Although it didn't really touch, the feeling of being touched was still very strange, especially for a robot like Yuan Yuxue who had a keen sense of touch. It was as if someone was touching the center of the forehead with a finger from a distance, which brought a strange itch.
Yuan Yuxue did not move, but he lowered his head slightly, and when his eyelashes drooped down, he looked at the cylindrical instrument with a calm gaze.
The officer also stared at him and reminded him slowly, word by word.
"Don't lie."
Although Yuan Yuxue had never seen this machine before, he just took a glance at it, scanned and deconstructed it, and immediately understood its function.
An instrument used to detect lies.
Of course, it also has a "little" destructive power.
When it detects that the person in front of it is lying, a beam of super-light energy shock flame will be shot out from the top, directly shattering the larynx of the lying person. The pressure brought by this serious consequence will make the subject more cautious, and the liar will be more likely to be exposed due to psychological pressure. Most people will choose to tell the truth directly - no one dares to gamble their life on whether they can deceive the machine.