Appropriate showing weakness does not mean cowardice. Fair inspectors will not hold on to an unimportant small mistake by posing first.
Sure enough, someone said: "If the gold-eater really lost his memory, then it would be even more impossible for the prince to know his origin."
Naren quietly gave him an appreciative look.
Exactly right, how can a person who doesn't even remember who he is have the ability to collude with others? Even if Xi Jin is really the villain who stole the scepter, after losing his memory, he is even a blank sheet of paper than ordinary people.
It can only be said that his relationship with Hee Jin is very innocent.
The husky male voice was skeptical: "Contact the doctor and conduct a brain examination on the gold-eating bug."
The female inspector suddenly said, "But there is one thing you haven't explained yet."
Nalen: "Huh?"
She asked the question: "When did you and the gold-eater become friends?"
Naren blinked: "Why do you ask that?"
She stared at him and said, "You just have to answer."
Naren calmly reported an approximate time.
The woman smiled: "The gold-eater attacked your niece at Sunset Volcano, and was later subdued by the marshal and put in a cage. But during the process of sending him to the detention center, someone rescued him."
She called up a video.
Nalen's pupils contracted and his expression changed slightly. The above is what he looked like when he was on Langton Street that day-he was sitting in a cafe, wearing a mask and a hat, and wrapped himself tightly.
"This is a photo provided by a passer-by. He originally wanted to use it as a strike-up object, and secretly took a picture. Afterwards, we found out that the person in the photo is the accomplice of Zongxing who fought against the Marshal."
The woman straightened her body, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said, "It's him who saved the gold-eating bug."
Naren was silent.
"According to what you said, you met him before this, right?"
Naren said, "Yes, but..."
The woman raised a finger and said "shh".
"Thank you for your cooperation, my question is over."
Naren: "..."
The woman picked up the pen and "swiped" to write down a few strokes.
The male inspector said, "Nick, do a physical comparison." After instructing his subordinates, he turned his head and explained, "The accuracy rate of the physical comparison is only 85%. No matter what the result is, it is only for reference."
Nalen looked at them with a little haze in his eyes.
He was asked a few more questions afterward.
These issues do not have much connection with each other, scattered and messy. But Nalen didn't dare to relax in the slightest. He knew that there were hidden traps hidden behind these seemingly simple problems... Fatal loopholes would appear if he was not careful.
It was several hours before the interrogation was announced to be over.
"Tomorrow we will issue a notice. A detailed trial in court or acquittal depends on the results of the inspection."
Nalen nodded, and he will also contact the defense lawyer at that time to deal with any possible results.
His attitude was very cooperative, and when the questioning was over, the inspectors stood up.
The male inspector's tone became a little lighter: "We have always been strict during the review process. Many adults with status are very disdainful of the interrogation of us little people. Anyway... thank you for your cooperation."
The female inspector also smiled.
Naren, who was praised, said calmly: "This is the duty of citizens."
The other party said: "However, one thing to say is that before the result comes out, you need to go back to the guest house last night, and you can't go out at will for the time being."
Nalen frowned and said, "Although I am suspected, I am innocent until the result comes out, and I still retain the right to personal freedom."
He couldn't accept this request, but the other party softened his tone before, and he didn't like to speak sharply.
The male inspector tried to reason: "So far, you have not ruled out the suspicion. If the nature of the case involved is too serious, we must supervise the person."
"There is no legal provision in the empire that gives you such rights." Naren straightened his cuffs and stood up with a cold face: "I don't have time to cooperate with some unreasonable demands."
The faces of the inspectors changed, and one of them said, "But you can't leave here until you're cleared of suspicion."
As a cultural person who has studied law, Nalen's attitude is very calm: "In order to prove my innocence, I have tried my best to accept investigations, but more...impossible."
The male inspector said solemnly: "The nature of treason is very serious."
Naren smiled: "But that's not the reason."
After a while of silence, the inspector first made a concession: "You can leave, but someone must be your caretaker during the monitoring period."
The smile on Naren's face gradually disappeared.
No, he doesn't want to.
The inspector added: "This time it was a legitimate interest."
Yes, under special circumstances, they do have supervision and custody rights to prevent suspects from escaping, colluding with confessions, etc., but Naren doesn't want to have another follower behind him, after all, he hasn't agreed with his lawyer yet!
"Nick!" the name was called out again.
A man with short hair and freckles appeared at the door, "Yes, yes!"
At first glance, Nalen thought he looked familiar—a small man with short fiery red hair and freckles. After lowering his head and thinking for a while, he finally recognized him—at the foot of Sunset Volcano, another Searles fan!
Naren: "..." Life is full of unpredictability.
The male inspector said: "Clean up, and you will follow the prince..."
"Let me do it." A familiar voice sounded at this moment.
Nalen squinted his eyes, staring at a busy person who seemed to have just rushed over, and fell into deep thought: Is the position of Marshal of the Empire really so free? Although Asha is currently in a truce, apart from fighting, the position of marshal is still difficult to link with "leisure", right
Why on earth did Sells show up again? !
Given that someone has been around more often lately, the Prince feels he is being troubled. Especially when he heard that the other party took the initiative to take care of the work, his mood was extremely complicated.
Yesterday, I had taken care of the pre-interrogation job, and now I have to continue to look after myself. Didn't Sells really take the opportunity to take revenge, and wanted to see how helpless he was
What did you say "give him to me?" Did you agree to it!
The key is that the inspector actually nodded and agreed seriously.
"We believe in the Marshal's character." He said seriously to Sells, "Then we will entrust His Highness to you."
Naren: "..."
—What’s the deal with this handover feeling
Sells smiled and said, "Come with me."
Naren: "..." No, I don't want to.
With a cold face, the prince silently stared at the hand that was passed over, and remained motionless.
The scene fell into a stalemate. Just when the inspector realized something was wrong, the marshal leaned over to the prince and said something.
The prince, who seemed to be accumulating strength to provoke trouble one second, followed obediently behind the marshal the next second, like a cat that suddenly withdrew its paws, squinted its eyes before leaving, and glanced at them menacingly.
Inspectors: "..."
After walking out of the interrogation room, Naren slowly moved over and asked in a low voice, "Do you really have a solution?"
Sells nodded.
Nalen looked at him in disbelief: "Why help me?"
Sells looked at those beautiful gray-green eyes, and said with a smile: "If I were in this situation, you would help me."
No, I'll throw a party to celebrate!
Nalen said seriously, "Of course."
—He is really getting more and more hypocritical!
Naren sighed inwardly, glanced sideways, and was about to ask something, but saw a certain marshal took out the terminal and turned on the screen as if nothing had happened. Because he was very close, he could clearly see the column of contacts above—Lan Chong.
Naren: "..."
After looking at it for a few seconds, Sells handed him the terminal and said, "Reply a message for me, and I'll drive over here."
Nalen: "???"
He silently looked at the chat records, and found that they were all messages sent by Sells before the opening ceremony of the hunting festival. "Lan Chong" didn't reply at all, so: "What do you want to reply?"
Sayers said, "Say I miss him."
Naren: "..."
Sells sighed: "He has a bad temper. I know you are the best at saying pleasant and beautiful words. Nalen, I need you."
The marshal's eyes were full of complete trust, and the deep eyes seemed to be filled with a vast ocean.
Nalen nodded with a wooden face.
Sells seemed to be relieved, and his face was a little more grateful.
Naren: "..."
Sells: "Then leave it to you."
After entrusting the important task to him, the marshal, who let go of his worries, walked briskly towards the parking lot, and after walking a few steps, he turned around and waved at him, his brows and eyes soft.
The prince who stayed at the same place and waited for the bus, holding the "heavy" personal terminal in a daze, lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
In my impression, Patriarch Monte, who would only nod to him when meeting, gradually changed into what he is now.
He remembered that at the beginning of the year, the relationship between the two was still very tense. Even just a few months ago, he asked Sells to compete, and in the end he sprained his wrist mercilessly.
At that time, Sells just said lightly: "Sorry."
The apology didn't reach the bottom of the eye at all.
It seemed that in the eyes of Sells Mount, he, Naren Sharvi, was nothing more than the Chelf Brothers.
— Poor wretch who was aggrieved at being robbed of the limelight.
——Because of jealousy, he often acts as a demon, but all the struggles are not worth mentioning.
Once such assumptions are formed in the mind, it is difficult to remove them.
What's more, the relationship between him and Sells was already like this a long time ago.
Intersect with each other, but not deeply.
but…
Naren now feels more and more that this idea is going to be untenable.
Just how much Sells trusted him to put the personal terminal in his hands!
Even if there are many permission mechanisms inside the terminal, the interface without permission cannot be switched at will... But he still feels complicated.
You know, he has long passed the youthful age of "making suggestions for good friends and chasing mates".
Moreover, although he has a large number of fans and countless people behind him who love to pursue him, Sells himself is a person with a sense of distance—this is something Naren deeply understands.
Since graduating from the military academy, there is only one more friend beside Sells, Dia. The communicative "flower" who was born in a mining star was really eloquent sometimes, and he was also a good person, so he gradually became his confidant.
But this change can be traced.
And now, he seemed to be unknowingly becoming... Another close friend of Searles
The prince who received this honor was even more complicated.
Several heads poked out from the door of the interrogation room.
Nick held a pile of documents and sighed: "He is so good-looking."
The female inspector obviously knew Nick very well, she kindly touched the red hair of the little Sayers fan, and said: "I can understand your feelings, not everyone has the ability to get close to their idols. Chance."