Wenren Sheng dragged the two panicked fugitives into an abandoned building, one in each hand.
"I ask. You answer."
"Y-you're a robot?" Tiger Bro asked in horror.
Bang! A mechanical hand hoisted him upside down.
"Tiger Bro, he's a robot?" the underling beside him asked, equally horrified.
"Are you blind? Can't you see his mechanical arm?" Tiger Bro glared fiercely at him as he hung upside down.
"Names. Why did you come here?" Wenren Sheng asked directly.
"Zheng Erhu. I'm wanted for stealing a fountain pen," Tiger Bro immediately answered.
"Liu Dabao. I'm wanted for stealing a ballpoint pen," the underling honestly said.
"The details."
"Before stealing the fountain pen, I smashed the windows of thirteen luxury cars."
"Before stealing the ballpoint pen, I broke into six homes."
Wenren Sheng was puzzled.
Were people in the Main World really like this?
"You wrecked so much stuff. Why didn't you take anything valuable?"
"We wanted to, but there were surveillance cameras. To catch a thief, you need the stolen goods, so we had to throw all the loot away and casually grabbed a pen," Zheng Erhu said with an innocent look.
Sure enough, he was full of crap.
Wenren Sheng shook his head.
"You threw the stolen goods away? You buried them, didn't you? You still want to lie in front of me? Do you know what I am? A robot. Big data. Microexpression analysis. I can tell which of your words are true and which are false," Wenren Sheng said coldly.
As he spoke, he flung Zheng Erhu into a corner with one hand. The man let out a muffled grunt and passed out.
"Now it's your turn." Wenren Sheng turned to Liu Dabao.
"Machine Grandpa, ask me anything, and I'll answer," Liu Dabao said, trembling in fear.
"Do you