While comforting himself, Klein saw the previous police chief with a short brown beard walking over.

"Sherlock Moriarty, follow me to the interrogation room." The sheriff ordered without explanation.

Here we come... Klein thought to himself, and got up to follow.

Rounding the corner, the sheriff stopped in front of an iron gate and signaled Klein to go in.

Klein took a breath, then let it out slowly, turned the handle, and opened the door to enter.

Inside was a small room, surrounded by seemingly thick walls, with a small table in the middle and chairs on either side.

Under the illumination of the elegant gas lamp on the wall, Klein could clearly see the interrogator opposite. It was a man wearing a rare black shirt.

He didn't wear a vest, and wore a non-formal black coat. His eyebrows were sparse, his blue eyes were indifferent, and the lines of his face were like blades, too rigid to be soft enough.

The man pointed to the chair opposite and said in a deep voice, "I'll ask you an answer."

Before he finished speaking, Klein felt an unimaginable oppressive force. He felt as if electric currents were rushing through his spirit, connecting them into thorny whips, constantly beating his soul.

This "taste" is painful and numb, as if it originated from the depths of the brain, which makes people unable to resist. They can only shiver and their knees become soft.

Klein nearly fell, quickly supported the small table, and sat down, his forehead twitching intermittently.

This... This is an extraordinary ability... Ordinary people might think that it was a mental problem caused by their own nervousness and the majesty of the interrogator opposite, but Klein clearly recognized that this was an extraordinary ability that directly attacked the spirit of others Extraordinary ability!

He hurriedly recalled the information he had read before, and quickly confirmed the suspect: Sequence 7 of the "Arbitrator" pathway, "Interrogator"!

The matter was transferred to a special department of the military? Klein thought with a little relief.

As long as it's not a Nighthawk, everything is fine.

"You identify these photos and find the ambassador who met Meursault." The indifferent and tough man in black spread out seven or eight black and white photos on the small table.

Klein felt that the electric whip in his mind seemed to be raised high, and he dared not and was unwilling to lie with the prediction of extreme pain.

Of course, there was no need for Klein to lie. After a little identification, he pushed a photo to the interrogation officer. It was the middle-aged gentleman who was dressed so flamboyantly and had a good look.

The interrogator glanced at it, didn't say anything, and asked again: "Are all your previous statements true?"

Klein remained sober and sane just like when he was forced into a dream, and did not succumb to the "whip" in his spirit. He replied sincerely: "It's all true."

The interrogator leaned forward, propped his hands on the small table and said, "When was the last time you saw Ian Wright?"

"Yesterday, early yesterday morning." Klein said with difficulty, with drops of cold sweat dripping from his forehead, "I followed Meursault and found the body of Detective Zuriel. Because I didn't want to deal with the police gentlemen, I took Ian to identify the body. Then let him call the police by himself, Zuriel's body is in the sewer entrance at the bottom of Tietan Street in the East District on the right."

After a brief silence, the interrogator finally nodded, and Klein suddenly felt that the huge oppressive force disappeared together with the "whip" in his mind.

"You can go out." He ordered without any ups and downs.

Klein stood up, opened the door and walked out, without hiding the vanity of his footsteps.

He felt that this was more tiring than a fight with Meursault. If there was a slight mistake, his mind would be completely crushed, and he would answer honestly when asked by the other party.

No, if it wasn't for my own special spiritual body, which has been tested by babbling and screaming for a long time, and can remain calm and rational under certain circumstances, I would probably have collapsed just now... Klein returned to the corridor with a chill on his back.

At this time, the former police chief came over and said, "Go with me to go through the formalities, lawyer Jurgen is waiting to release you on bail."

Phew... Klein secretly let out a breath and completely relaxed. JrNovels.com