Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Appropriate showing of weakness does not mean cowardice. Take the first step and admit an insignificant mistake. The impartial inspectors will not cling to it.

Sure enough, someone said aloud: "If the gold-eating worm really loses his memory, then the prince will be even more unlikely to know his origin."

Naren quietly passed an appreciative look.

It is absolutely correct. How can a person who does not even remember who he is capable of colluding with others? Even if Xijin is really the villain who steals the scepter, after losing his memory, he is even more blank than ordinary people.

It can only be said that his relationship with Hijin is very simple.

The hoarse male voice was suspicious of this: "Contact the doctor and perform a brain examination of the gold-eating bug."

The female inspector suddenly said: "But one thing, you haven't explained it yet."

Narren: "Huh?"

She asked the question: "When did you become friends with the gold eater?"

Naryn blinked: "Why do you ask?"

She stared at him and said, "You just need to answer."

Naron quietly reported an approximate time.

The woman smiled: "Golden worm attacked your niece at the sunset volcano. Later, he was subdued by the marshal and taken into a cage. But in the process of sending it to the ward, someone rescued him."

She called up an image.

Naryn's pupils contracted and his expression changed slightly. The above is exactly 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 the object of a conversation, and he secretly took the picture. Afterwards, we found that the person in the photo was the fellow Chongxing who had fought against the Marshal."

The woman straightened up, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said, "It was him, who saved the gold-eater."

Naryn was silent.

"According to you, you met him before then, right?"

Naryn said: "Yes, but..."

The woman held up a finger and gave a "hush".

"Thank you for your cooperation, my question is over."

Naryn: "..."

The woman picked up the pen and "brushed" a few strokes.

The male inspector said: "Nick, go and do a physical comparison." After ordering his subordinates, he turned his head and explained: "The accuracy of the physical comparison is only 85%. No matter what the result is, it is only for reference."

Naryn looked at them, a little more gloomy in his eyes.

Then he was asked a few more questions.

These issues are not much related to each other, scattered and messy. But Naren didn't dare to relax at all. He knew that these seemingly simple little problems had hidden traps behind them...A little carelessness would lead to fatal loopholes.

By the time the interrogation was announced, it was already a few hours later.

"Tomorrow we will issue a notice. A detailed trial or an acquittal will depend on the results of the inspection."

Naryn nodded, and he would also contact the defense attorney 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 lighter: "During the review process, we have always been strict. Many identifiable adults are very disdainful of the interrogation of us little people. Anyway...Thank you for your cooperation."

The female inspector also smiled.

The praised Naron calmly said: "This is the obligation of citizens."

The other party said: "But one thing to say is that you need to go back to the guest house last night before the results come out. You can't go out at will for the time being."

Naryn frowned and said, "Although I have a suspicion, I am not guilty until the results come out, and I still retain the right to personal freedom."

He could not accept this request, but the other party had softened his tone before, and he was not very sharp in his words.

The male inspector tried to make sense: "So far, you have not ruled out the suspicion. In the case of excessive nature of the case, we must supervise the person."

"There is no law in the empire that grants you such a right." Naryn tidied his cuffs, and stood up coldly: "I don't have time to cooperate with some unreasonable requests."

The inspectors changed their faces. Some of them said, "But you can't leave here until the suspicion is cleared."

As a literate who has taken legal courses, Naren'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 a reason."

After a period of silence, the inspector first made a concession: "You can leave, but someone must be your guardian during the monitoring period."

The smile on Naren's face faded away.

No, he didn't want to.

The inspector added: "This time it is a legitimate right."

Yes, under special circumstances, they do have supervision and custody rights to prevent suspects from escaping, colluding with confessions, etc., but Naron does not want to have another follower behind him, after all, he has not agreed with his lawyer!

"Nick!" The name was called out again.

A man with short hair and freckles appeared at the door, "Yes!"

At first glance, Naryn felt that he was a little familiar-short red hair and a small man with freckles. After lowering his head and thinking for a while, he finally recognized him-at the foot of the sunset volcano, another Selce fan!

Narren: "..." Life is really full of unpredictability.

The male inspector said: "Clean up, you will follow the prince..."

"Let me come." A familiar voice sounded at this moment.

Naryn narrowed his eyes, staring at a busy man who was suspected to have just rushed over, and fell into deep thought: Is the position of the Imperial Marshal really so leisurely? Although Asha is currently in a truce, apart from fighting, the position of marshal is still difficult to associate with "freedom", right?

Why did Sells appear again? !

Given that someone appears more frequently recently, the prince feels that he is troubled. Especially when he heard that the other party took the initiative to take care of the work, his mood was even more complicated.

Yesterday, I had taken care of the pre-interrogation work, and now I have to continue to take care of myself. Didn't Sells really take the opportunity to retaliate, wanting to see how helpless he is?

Did you agree with me to say "Give him to me?"

The key is that the inspector also nodded seriously and agreed.

"We believe in the character of the Marshal." He said seriously to Sells, "Then we will hand over your Highness to you."

Naryn: "..."

——What is going on with this feeling of cargo handover?

Sells smiled and said, "Follow me."

Narren: "..." No, I don't want it.

The prince was cold, staring silently at the hand passed over, motionless.

The scene fell into a stalemate, and when the inspector realized that something was wrong, the marshal leaned over and leaned over to the Prince's ear and said something.

The prince who was suspected of being charged up to make trouble the first second, followed the Marshal obediently the next second, as if the cat had suddenly curtailed his paws. Before leaving, he did not forget to squint his eyes and glanced at them with deterrence.

Inspectors: "..."

When he walked out of the interrogation room, Naron slowly moved over and asked quietly, "Do you really have a way?"

Sells nodded.

Naryn looked at him incredulously: "Why help me?"

Sells looked at those beautiful gray-green eyes and smiled: "If I were in this situation instead, you would help me too."

No, I will hold a banquet to celebrate!

Naren said sternly: "Of course."

——He is becoming more and more hypocritical!

Naryn sighed inwardly and squinted his eyes. He was about to ask something, but saw that a certain marshal took out the terminal and turned on the screen if nothing had happened. Because he was so close, he clearly saw the contact column above-Lan Chong.

Naryn: "..."

After watching for a few seconds, Sells handed him the terminal and said, "Get me a message. I'll drive over."

Naryn: "???"

He looked at the chat log silently and found that it was all messages sent by Sells before the opening ceremony of the Hunting Festival. "Lan Chong" did not reply at all, so: "What do you want back?"

Sells said, "Say I miss him."

Naryn: "..."

Sells sighed: "He has a bad temper. I know you are best at saying nice and happy things, Naron, I need you."

The marshal's eyes were full of total trust, and his deep eyes seemed to be a vast ocean.

Narum nodded with a grimace.

Sells seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, a touch of gratitude on his face.

Naryn: "..."

Sells: "Then leave it to you."

After entrusting him with the task, the marshal, who was relieved of his concern, walked briskly towards the parking lot. After walking a few steps, he turned back and waved at him, his brows and eyes softened.

The prince who stayed in place waiting for the bus, holding the "heavy" personal terminal in a daze, bowed his head and fell into deep thought.

In the impression of meeting, Patriarch Monte, who would only nod to himself, since when did he gradually become what he is now.

He remembers that at the beginning of the year, the relationship between the two was very tense. Even a few months ago, he made a request to Sells for a discussion, and finally he sprained his wrist ruthlessly.

At that time, Sells just said indifferently: "Sorry."

The apology did not reach the bottom of the eye at all.

It seems that in the eyes of Sells Monte, he, Naryn Charvey, is nothing more than the likes of the Cherff brothers.

——Poor bug who was robbed of the limelight and resented.

——Because of jealousy and frequent demon, but all the struggles are not worth mentioning.

Once such a speculation is formed in the mind, it is difficult to remove.

What's more, his relationship with Sells has been like this a long time ago.

Intersect each other, but don't know each other deeply.

but……

Naron felt that the idea was going to be untenable now.

How much did Sells trust him, and even put the personal terminal in his hands!

Even if there are many authorization mechanisms inside the terminal, the interface cannot be switched at will without authorization... But he still feels complicated.

You know, he has already passed the green age of "making plans and pursuing objects for good friends".

Moreover, although there are a large number of fans and countless people behind him who love to follow him, Sells himself is a person with a sense of distance-this is what Narren deeply understands.

Since graduating from the military academy, the number of friends around Sells has only increased by Dia. The social "flower" who came from Mining Star was indeed eloquent sometimes, and he was also a good person, and it gradually became his confidant.

But this change is traceable.

And now, he seems to have also unknowingly, suspected to become... Another close friend of Sells?

The prince who received this honor has a more complicated mood.

Several heads protruded from the door of the interrogation room.

Nick hugged a pile of files and exclaimed, "He is so good-looking."

The female inspector obviously knows very well about Nick. She kindly touched the red hair of the little brother of Sells, and said: "I can understand your feelings. Not everyone has close contact with idols. Chance."