Chapter 98: Servant of God

The interrogator had a bad feeling in his heart.

Could it be that the suspect, whom our side had high hopes for, actually wanted to kill people only out of hatred and love, and had nothing to do with the Moon Goddess at all?

"Where is that diary?"

"It's under my wife's box."

The interrogator thought for a moment and recalled that when he searched his house, he seemed to have found an old diary.

I hurriedly took it and looked through it, and indeed found some relevant records.

In this way, everything makes sense and can be explained.

"You can kill me or chop me up as you please! If you don't kill me, I will definitely kill Fan Lao Er when I get out!"

The old man looked vicious and seemed to have gone mad.

The interrogator sighed slightly.

"You can't kill Fan Lao Er."

"I can! I will kill him even if it means we both perish together!"

"Fan Laoer died of a cerebral hemorrhage last week."

The interrogator shook his head, said something and left the interrogation room.

The old man has been cleared of suspicion and has no interest in staying here any longer.

The interrogator came outside, lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and looked disappointed.

If even suspect number seven, who they had high hopes for, could be cleared of suspicion...are there really people related to the Moon God among the rest?

In the following days, more than 70 of the approximately 100 people were released or transferred, leaving only 26 people who had not yet been cleared of suspicion.

Although the suspicion has not been cleared, the facts have basically been clarified. The interrogators feel that it is only a matter of time before these people are cleared of suspicion.

This large-scale investigation and screening may yield nothing.

Throwing away the cigarette butt in his hand, he came to the interrogation room of suspect No. 55 again.

"I've said this many times, I grew up in the Muli community, and even though it's deserted now, I still go there for a while every once in a while. Isn't that illegal?

My neighbors, unaware of this, thought I was acting strangely, disappearing every once in a while. That evening, I was planning to stay overnight at my old home in Muli Community, but I ran into a patrol..."

The interrogator felt slightly annoyed.

Four information carriers were found around Muli Community. That night, the old man inexplicably went to live in a long-abandoned community, which could not help but arouse our suspicion.

However, everything the old man said was perfect.

Muli Community was indeed his hometown. The house did show signs of regular residence, and everything could be verified.

"What did you do when you arrived at Muli Community on May 9th?"

The old man was somewhat helpless: "I have explained it several times... When I arrived at my hometown that day, I first cleaned the house, then cooked, and after dinner I sat by the window and watched the moon. Later, it was late, so I went to bed."

"What time did you get up the next day? What did you do?"

During the detailed interrogation, the old man continued to explain. The interrogator took notes and compared them with previous interrogation records, trying to find any anomalies.

But unfortunately, he was disappointed in the end.

There was nothing suspicious in what the old man said.

Just as the interrogation was about to end in vain, the interrogator's eyes accidentally drifted to a line of words.

"Sit by the window and look at the moon."

"Do you like looking at the moon?"

"Yes, when I was a child, my parents liked to hold me in their arms and look at the moon while they talked."

The old man's expression was full of nostalgia.

The layout of the old house in Muli Community suddenly appeared in the interrogator's mind.

Look at the moon, look at the moon...

wrong!

The interrogator's body suddenly tensed up, and he said sternly, "The windows of that old house are quite far away, so you can't see the moon until at least ten o'clock at night! What kind of meal did you take so long to prepare? Why didn't you finish it until ten o'clock at night?"

The old man was startled and muttered, "No, no, oh, right, I opened the window, yes, I opened the window..."

The old man's facial muscles were noticeably tense, and the interrogator could immediately discern this from his other subtle expressions and movements.

This is a sign that the lie has been exposed, the brain is working at high speed, and the mind is tensely thinking to make up for the lie!

"Still want to lie? Lin Liyuan, tell the truth!"

This sudden roar seemed to completely break down Lin Liyuan's defenses. He stared blankly at the interrogator with wide eyes, his throat gurgling as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

"You have nothing to say, right? You have nothing to say. What's true is true, and what's false is false! You can't hide it! Now tell me the truth, what did you do?"

A tiny flaw can lead to the collapse of an entire system of lies. To make up for this flaw, more lies are needed. But more lies, in turn, lead to more flaws.

What is fake can never be real.

Lin Liyuan was stunned for a while, and his expression gradually calmed down.

"Why……"

He sighed softly: "Can't you hide it now?"

The interrogator sneered, "If you still want to hide it, you can try. Let me tell you clearly, the World Government has directly authorized me to use any means necessary for this matter.

Corporal punishment, electric shock, water torture, flogging, including drugs, mental control, etc., all means can be used."

At this point in the interrogation, he was no longer anxious: "I don't care what your background is or what your relationship is with the Moon Goddess. At least you are still a mortal.

If you think you can withstand the punishment, you can give it a try. Don't worry, I will provide you with the most complete medical care and will not let you die.

But I must remind you in advance that punishment is also a science. Modern punishment has a deep understanding of how to break the human will and is no longer as crude as it was in ancient times.

No one can withstand modern punishment.”

"Don't bother, I'm telling you."

Lin Liyuan's expression was calm. "But before I say anything, I want to ask, how will you deal with me? Will you sentence me to death?"

The interrogator snorted coldly: "That depends on what you confess. If you have made meritorious service, it is possible that you will not be sentenced to death."

Lin Liyuan's expression showed a hint of longing: "After I confess, let me die, kill me, okay?"

His voice was filled with urgency. "Look, I've done so many bad things. I deserve to die, right? Don't think I've done anything meritorious just because I've confessed so much. I'm not trying to be meritorious. I just don't want to be punished. I know I can't bear it, so I'll confess honestly. You can sentence me to death, okay?"

The interrogator was stunned for a moment, feeling that it was all absurd.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me the truth! Who are you?"

His words were suddenly interrupted. Lin Liyuan paused and murmured, "I am a servant of God."