Speak, You're a Rabbit

"When your luck is down, even drinking cold water gets stuck in your teeth."

Hit by a car.

Transmigrated.

Captured the moment I landed.

Why?

I don't know.

Luke felt he was likely strapped to a cold iron chair.

A hood was pulled over his head, leaving his vision in total darkness. The burlap lining of the hood pressed against his cheeks, sticky and greasy, while the stench of rotting blood constantly drilled into his nostrils.

The sound of a whip cracking echoed in his ears, accompanied by the wailing cries of someone nearby.

"Speak! Where is the item?" a rough voice demanded loudly.

The person being whipped begged bitterly, "I truly don't know what item you're talking about.

Please, don't hit me anymore, let me go... I'm just a small-time thief.

All my money is hidden in the bird's nest on the statue east of Botu Square.

I'll give it all to you... just let me go..."

The man with the rough voice seemed to ask someone else, "He likely really doesn't know..."

A gunshot rang out!

The wailing thief fell silent.

The rough-voiced man said, "Now we only have one suspect left. If he isn't the one who stole the item either...

We will all be punished."

At this moment, a female voice replied, "No, we won't be punished. He will tell us where the item is..."

"Are you sure he's the one who stole it? Why bother interrogating the others?"

The woman said, "They were just too dense. As long as he confesses and says the item was thrown into the Lime River, then whether it can be fished out is no longer the concern of our Secret Intelligence Bureau.

Of course, it could also have been thrown into some other place that's hard to find.

As long as he confesses... at least he won't die here.

If he doesn't confess... we can just go out and grab someone else."

Luke knew these words were meant for his ears.

They couldn't find the real thief, so they intended to find a scapegoat to report to their superiors.

Confess?

What would be the result of a confession?

Luke heard the man's footsteps approaching him, and a hand grabbed the hood...

At this moment, Luke suddenly recalled several keywords from the conversation he had just heard.

"Botu Square," "statue," "bird's nest."

"Lime River," "Secret Intelligence Bureau."

In an open-world single-player game called "Era" that he had played before he died, the Cape District of Raging Wave City in the Golden Shield Empire featured a plaza called Botu. There was a bird's nest on the statue on the east side of the plaza, and searching it would yield a bag of gold coins.

15 gold was a decent windfall for a novice player.

The Lime River was the very river that ran through the entirety of Raging Wave City.

And the Secret Intelligence Bureau... was the intelligence agency directly under the Golden Shield royal family. Their influence was immense, and they possessed independent investigative, law enforcement, and execution powers, making everyone in the Golden Shield Empire, from top to bottom, turn pale at the mere mention of them.

The Cape District of Raging Wave City had a branch of the Secret Intelligence Bureau...

In the game, there was a joke circulating about this specific branch.

"One day, a noble lady lost her pet rabbit and entrusted the Cape District Secret Intelligence Bureau branch to help find it.

The next day, the Secret Intelligence Bureau delivered a grizzly bear. The bear had been beaten black and blue, and it lay on the ground screaming, 'I am a rabbit! I am a rabbit! I really am a rabbit!'"

This was the modus operandi of the Cape District Secret Intelligence Bureau branch.

It was funny when heard as a joke, but from the perspective of the bear, it wasn't quite so amusing.

Luke was now absolutely certain.

Even if he confessed, once he signed his confession, his fate would be a sudden, violent death.

Dead men tell no tales!

It was the standard tactic of the Cape District Secret Intelligence Bureau branch.

Now, he had no choice but to gamble...

The hood was being pulled upward.

Luke shouted angrily, "Pisco, take that mechanical hand of yours that reeks of machine oil off my head!"

The hood, which had been pulled down to Luke's chin, stopped.

The man with the rough voice asked in surprise, "You, how do you know my name?"

This place really was the Cape District Secret Intelligence Bureau Branch.

"Pisco, not only do I know your name... I also know you keep a cat named Miley, and you sleep holding Miley every single night."

Pisco was even more astonished: "How do you know about Miley! I, I clearly hid her very well."

At this moment, the woman burst into laughter: "Pisco, you actually keep a cat, and named it Miley! You have truly let me get to know you all over again..."

Then Luke spoke: "Shelley, born at the Imperial Institute of Extraordinary Species, a third-generation human-Medusa hybrid, with the Medusa's Eye as your right eye.

Joined the Imperial Royal 469th Infantry Regiment at 18.

Transferred to the Royal 10th Steam Fortress at 25 to serve as captain of the 398th Rapid Assault Team, participating in the Fio Hills conflict.

Promoted to third-in-command of the 10th Steam Fortress at 36, during which time you participated in the Barn Battle, personally leading teams to capture three enemy steam fortresses.

Later... because you severely wounded the newly appointed first commander of the 10th Steam Fortress, you were sentenced to 45 years in prison.

But in the second year of your sentence, you joined the Secret Intelligence Bureau under the alias Black Mamba, and have been working at the Cape District Secret Intelligence Bureau Branch ever since."

After Luke finished speaking, the room fell into a dead silence.

Silence!

It meant that the words he had just spoken were effective.

Then he would just wait.

Let's see who has more patience.

After a while, Pisco suddenly said: "Big Sister, you, you are 46 years old now. How, how do you still look like you're in your twenties?"

"Shut up!" The woman's mood became visibly volatile, and she asked Luke: "Who exactly are you? Why do you know about my affairs?"

Luke projected an air of authority and said: "Shelley, take off my hood. I don't trust those mechanical hands of Pisco's.

If I lose even a single hair, your punishment won't be as light as just serving another 45 years."

After another moment, the hood covering Luke's head was removed.

A glaring incandescent lamp hung above the dim room, and the impact of the light forced Luke to adjust for quite a while before he could clearly see his surroundings.

It was a sealed interrogation room.

Of the seven people tied to chairs, six were dead.

All of them had their heads blown apart by a single shot, red and white matter pooling all over the floor.

Standing beside him was an extremely burly old white man, his exposed upper body covered in lumps of muscle like tires, though both of his arms were mechanical limbs made of metal.

In front of him.

A young-looking red-haired beauty pulled over a chair and sat down, her right eye covered by a black eyepatch, spinning a revolver in her hand.

The barrel was very long, the body of the gun engraved with golden runes, and the center of the grip radiated a green fluorescent light.

Clack!

The woman propped her right foot onto the chair Luke was sitting on, positioning it between his legs.

A blade tip popped out from the heel of her shoe.

"Sir in the strange attire, now you can talk to me... about who exactly you are!"

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