The Girl and the Dog

Sharron thought for a few seconds and asked, "You can produce that much?"

"No." Lorry's Illusions shook its head honestly, a bright smile on its face.

Therefore, I hope you will allow credit.

On credit... In the Mirrors, Sharron gazed deeply outside:

I'm leaving.

Before she could finish speaking, her figure quickly faded away.

With a thought, Lorry sent the two "Wraith spirits" to the Real World.

Suddenly, the beautiful figure in the mirror, which had faded to almost nothing, solidified again, her red lips slightly parted, gazing at the Illusions of Lorry.

Immediately afterwards, several more instances of the "Zombie" attribute appeared in the Illusions's hands.

Sharron paused for two or three seconds, then said in a hesitant voice, tinged with confusion, "Their numbers seem inconsistent with what you said before..."

"I can feel that they are real."

Lorry's Illusions chuckled, "If you agree to the deal, you can get even more."

--The extra "Wraith" and "Zombie" traits were specifically assigned to Pali Beria by Lorry to hunt them down.

From the beginning, he never intended to use money to acquire "Level 1" Sealed Artifact.

This is simply impossible.

As he spoke, the Illusions snapped its fingers, and those Beyonder Characteristic were once again retrieved by the other- Dimension Lorry, who rearranged the Ritual Magic seal.

Sharron looked away with a sense of loss, her brow furrowed as she fell into deep thought.

After a dozen seconds, she carefully chose her words and spoke:

"You should know that Sequence 6 of the ' Sun ' Pathway is ' Notary '."

Lorry understood her unspoken meaning and, without hesitation, controlled the Illusions to readily agree, "No problem, I can sign the ' Notarization '."

"You are responsible for drafting and revising the specific terms."

He was genuinely committed to the transaction.

Even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse; no matter how much the "Temperance Faction" declines, they are not someone a wild, Beyonder like myself can easily offend. Behind them is a living Angel!

Although it's only incomplete.

Sharron nodded slightly, her small black soft cap swaying slightly. "I can try to push the deal forward, but I can't guarantee success."

"You need to be mentally prepared beforehand, because even if the transaction goes through, the negative effects of that Level 1 Sealed Artifact will be significant."

Also, the Notarization must be signed by you personally.

Sure enough, if you want to open a window, it's best to tell others you're going to tear down the roof first... In a cheerful mood Lorry controlled the Illusions to nod slightly:

"Certainly.

"You are excellent business partners. I wouldn't risk Future cooperation over a single Level 1 Sealed Artifact with severe negative effects."

Sharron gave a soft "Mmm": "I'll tell you the results at six tonight."

After saying that, she lifted her skirt slightly, bowed slightly, and her figure quickly disappeared.

Having witnessed this scene through Illusions, Lorry recalled the moment the other person first prepared to leave, and fell into deep thought, resting his chin on his hand:

"So... Miss Sharron was actually a little angry just now?" "Perhaps because she needed to restrain herself, since it wasn't obvious?"

"Should this kind of thing be done in moderation?"

After a moment of random thoughts, Lorry shrugged lightly, putting the matter out of his mind, and quickly returned to the Real World, Teleportation back to the Cherwood Borough.

at the same time.

East Borough, Dab Police Precinct.

Upon reaching the hall, Penka, a minor leader of the Zimang Party, scanned the crowd, spotted a familiar face, and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I haven't committed a crime, so why did you bring me here? This is an abuse of power, and I will hire the best Lawyer to prosecute you!"

--This is their agreed-upon code.

The intention was to reassure their companions that they had acted cleanly, left no incriminating clues, and that a little bribery or pressure would be enough to get the person out.

He was escorted by two strong male Police.

One of them glanced around, wary of potential negative consequences, and refrained from making any unnecessary moves. His face darkened, and he shouted sternly, "Enough with the nonsense!"

"Why would we arrest you if you haven't committed a crime? Don't tell me the fire at Dist Bar last night had nothing to do with you!"

"The bastard who did it has been caught. You should know what that means."

"Behave yourself!"

As they spoke, they shoved the prime suspect in the arson case into an Interrogation Room, giving a slight nod to the serious-looking woman behind the table:

"Chief Inspector Aisa, this is today's suspect."

Hugh nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Cuff me, and give me the case file."

--Aisa's identity was a false one assigned by MI9.

Two male Police worked together to escort the tall, muscular suspect to the interrogation chair, locked him up, and then took out a case file from his briefcase and placed it on the table.

Just as Hugh was about to reach for it, he suddenly heard one of his temporary colleagues cough softly. He looked up and saw a meaningful look in the other's eyes.

She immediately understood and got up, following them to the corridor Interrogation Room. "Is someone looking after you again, requiring special treatment?" Hugh looked around to make sure there were only the three of them, then frowned and asked in an annoyed tone.

The coughing Police chuckled and quickly said, "He does need special care, but it might be a little different from what Chief Inspector Aisa is thinking."

"This guy is Gang leader. Last night, he instigated some new faces to set fire to a bar, killing many innocent people."

"The Director means that the case has already been exposed in the Newspaper, and the impact has been extremely negative. We must get him to talk."

Hugh snorted with a sullen face:

"Since you knew he was Gang, why didn't you arrest him sooner? I don't believe he hasn't done bad things before; you don't have any evidence."

"If it weren't for the reporter's exposure, would this case have just been dropped?"

"Ahem... Chief Inspector Aisa, keep your voice down... don't let the people outside hear." The man who spoke turned around nervously, his face full of apologetic smiles.

"We also want to arrest these bastards, but some people have given us instructions, and even the bureau Director doesn't dare disobey them. What can we do?"

"Losing this suit is a minor matter; it might just get sunk into the Tussock River that very night."

"Then the whole family..."

"Alright, alright, I know! It's always the same excuse!" Xiu waved his hand impatiently, interrupting him. "As long as the person isn't dead, right? Come pick them up in half an hour."

After saying that, she turned and strode into the Interrogation Room.

On the interrogation chair, Penka turned around and looked the blonde girl up and down, cracking her neck as she clicked her tongue, "Not bad looking."

"Want to grab coffee tonight?"

Hugh flipped through the case file as if he hadn't heard anything, then raised his head expressionlessly. "The fire at Dist Bar last night killed thirty-six people!"

"Is that so?" Penka smiled nonchalantly.

What does this have to do with me?

"I'm a victim too. I was badly frightened by yesterday's fire. But you guys, unable to catch the real culprit, are trying to use innocent people as scapegoats."

Hugh stared at him silently for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up, walked over, took a black hood from his uniform pocket, and put it on without saying a word.

She then sat back down in her previous spot, took out paper and pen to take Record, and said without turning her head, "This is for you. Just make sure you don't die."

Who was she talking to? Was there anyone else in the room? Beneath the black hood, Penka struggled to recall, a look of bewilderment creeping onto his face.

Wait, as long as he doesn't die?! A chill ran down his spine, and he quickly shouted, "What you're doing is illegal! I'm going to sue you, no, I'm going to sue you all, sue you for abusing... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, Penka felt an indescribable Affliction, his mind throbbing as if someone were whipping him with an invisible lash.

In his delirious state of unbearable pain, he vaguely heard a deep male voice.

"Will you tell me or not?"

"Will you tell me or not?"

"Will you tell me or not?"

Each time he asked the question, an invisible, barbed whip would lash out in his mind, the Affliction penetrating to his very soul causing him to Trembling uncontrollably.

A small water stain spread across his light-colored trousers, then quickly magnified.

A ticking sound began to ring out.

What's wrong with me today...? I could have slit the enemy's throat without batting an eye, and watched my fellow citizens struggle and die in the flames without batting an eye. How could I... how could I be so scared by two Police that I wet my pants...? Penka was filled with shock and horror, and his whole body was trembling with fear.

"Will you tell me or not?"

Hearing another shout, he seemed to see the invisible, barbed whip in his mind raised high, ready to fall at any moment. Recalling the unbearable Affliction he had just endured, he couldn't help but tremble and shout:

"I said, I have everything... Ah!"

"Will you tell me or not?"

"Will you tell me or not?"

"Will you tell me or not?"

The male voice sounded like a pre-recorded phonograph, mechanically repeating the same sentence. It was completely unintelligible what he was shouting. Penka felt like he was going crazy.

I'll say it! Ah! I really will!

"Police Officer, please ask me quickly, ask me what... Ah, I'll tell you! Ah!"

The excruciating Affliction finally subsided, and he slumped in the interrogation chair, nearly exhausted, gasping for breath. In his dazed state, he vaguely heard the Police's voice:

"Now tell me all the crimes you've committed, starting with last night's arson—this is your last chance."

"Otherwise, I will leave. You should understand what I mean?"

Penka froze for half a second, then nodded frantically. "I'll tell you everything! Please don't go!"

"I had someone set the fire at Dist Bar last night! Yes, it was the Boss's test. He made me plan an arson attack to show off my abilities!"

A test... an arson case... Why must the test specifically be arson? Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and he asked again, "Isn't there any conflict of interest?"

"No!" Penka said firmly, "Our Zimang Party mainly deals in weapons now, we don't care about that little business of bars."

Smuggling weapons... Hugh quickly Record and continued questioning:

"Please explain the test process in detail."

Penka hummed in agreement, recalling the events as he spoke, "The Boss assigned a Supervisor and put me in charge of organizing the manpower and planning the entire operation..."

Unexpectedly, there was a Invisibility Supervisor involved in this whole affair! No wonder the three arsonists cried foul, saying they never imagined the fire would get so big.

I strongly suspect that the so-called Supervisor is actually an Pyromaniac! The purpose of all this was to digest the Potion!

Thinking this, Hugh glanced at the big black dog beside him with shining eyes.

Albert returned a questioning look.

Hugh lowered his voice, barely suppressing his excitement, and said, "There's something wrong with this case, a big problem! I feel like the ' Judge ' Formula is beckoning to us!" Albert was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually widening.