The evidence is very detailed.

Just yesterday, someone changed the physical switch of the database to make changes to the data that would otherwise be immutable. It's not a massive tampering, copying, and destruction of data, and nothing serious is caused, but in terms of its nature, it's not that different from the latter. Just like murder, the murder of one or two people and the murder of one or two hundred people, although there is a difference between the severity of the crime and the severity of the crime, but both types of criminals usually have the same ending.

As for why this kind of thing is related to Luo Jia...... Actually, things are very simple. Because the modified data is Lu Wu's agreement. Lu Wu was very suspicious, but in the final analysis, he was a person from a different system, and he also left in an airship, so there was no way to arrest and interrogate him directly, so Luo Jia was caught. In addition, the specific operator of this matter is basically impossible to be Lu Wu himself, but it is likely to be Luo Jia.

At least Luo Jia couldn't explain why he suddenly lost contact yesterday - it wasn't long, only half a day. But in the past half a day, except for contacting Lu Wu once, Luo Jia's terminal has not contacted anyone. As for Luo Jia's own words, it doesn't make sense at all to be on the side of the arena. There is evidence that he was not present at all in the afternoon. As for Luo Jia's claim that he was coerced by a certain warlock and cast magic so that no one else could recognize him...... That would be even more ridiculous and not worth mentioning. The sudden appearance and disappearance of a high-ranking warlock is almost akin to shifting the blame to "aliens" on Earth.

Did you do it?

I didn't do it.

Who did that?

Aliens did it, I saw it.

Probably this type of conversation. It's not that you can't say it, but if others don't believe what you say, it's no different from not being able to say it.

Fortunately, the world does not pay attention to inducing confessions, and does not use immature and reliable things such as polygraphs. So Luo Jia doesn't have to worry about what threat he will be there for the time being. Of course, this is not to say that there is no need for this, but because there is a simpler, more effective, and more convenient way to do it: magic.

Back in ancient times, this aspect was developed perfectly. Given enough time, through the precise control and manipulation of the magic of the Seventh Law, the human brain can remain in a half-awake and half-asleep state, where all reason and logic, lies and trickery will be wiped out, and humans can only say everything he thinks is true.

Now Luo Jia is locked up in a small room alone.

The room is small, but the sparrow is small and has all the basic facilities. He was not tied up or handcuffed or shackled, nor was his belongings confiscated. Because none of this is necessary. A prisoner with strong foreign support may attract attention and be closely guarded, but he is just a thief who steals databases.

Here he was, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the warlock in charge of finding out the truth.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be worried. Because this matter really has nothing to do with him from head to toe. The Warlock's magic will prove his innocence (as mentioned earlier, there are no lies and tricks in the face of magic), and after a period of magical interrogation, he will be released - as it should be in theory.

However, things are not that simple.

As an intelligence dealer, his horizons are much broader than those of his peers. So he knows something...... That is, this kind of thing is not as easy and harmless as it sounds.

Yes, under the suppression of magic, people will become chaotic, lose the ability to think rationally and logically, and thus will tell the truth in their hearts, unable to hide or quibble about anything - but anyone who thinks in this direction will vaguely understand that in this kind of interrogation, the interrogated person is actually harmed by magic.

The seventh law of magic is generally considered non-lethal, but that is also under normal circumstances. Not to mention magic, water is an indispensable thing for human survival, but drinking too much can still poison you.

Under the influence of magic for a long time, it is not uncommon to say that the sequelae such as epilepsy are still mild, and it is not uncommon for the brain to become neuropathic or paralyzed or mentally retarded.

What's worse is that although he is indeed innocent in this matter, this innocence is only in this matter. As an intelligence peddler, no one will believe him to say that he has not set foot in the gray area, or even violated some regulations and laws (and may even be some more important laws and regulations) in private. Yes, as the saying says: pull out the radish and bring out the puree. The radish may be innocent, but the sludge that sticks to the roots of the radish is also real.

Luo Jia didn't think that he would pass the test this time, but he ...... In fact, there is still a trace of luck in his heart. He had the opportunity to witness such situations before, and even knew the warlock who was doing the work here in the base camp. In particular, the warlock had received a lot of benefits from him. Maybe, just maybe, he had a chance to end the matter in a way that was best for him.

But the warlock didn't come.

Often, the warlock in charge of the "technical work" is ready long before the arrest of the suspect is set out. Because very few people can explain everything as happily as pouring beans from a bamboo tube, a warlock waiting on the side can effectively save everyone's time.

But this time, things seem to be a little different.

As mentioned earlier, he was not taken away, and even the terminal he carried with him was returned. Although the information exchange of the terminal should be strictly monitored, other functions can still be used. Let's say, the chronograph function. So he could clearly understand that it was not because he was imprisoned that he had a delusion, but that time had indeed passed a long time.

If it were a different person, I guess I wouldn't be able to do anything but wait for death in this case. Even Luo Jia before yesterday couldn't do anything. But now, he has one last hope.

The last wish made by the Supreme Lord.

He instinctively felt that if he made such a wish, he should be saved. But on the other hand, the opportunity of such a wish—if he guessed correctly, even to ask the Supreme Lord for a floating fortress—was too precious, so he hoped to be able to exchange it for something more valuable.

There was footsteps passing by the doorway. Luo Jia pricked up his ears and stared at the door. Although this is just an ordinary door, at this moment, this door seems to be able to relate to his own life and death, at least his future.

The footsteps were gone. Obviously, the target of the visitors was not him. When the voice disappeared, Luo Jia realized that his forehead was already full of cold sweat, and he didn't know when, he had already pinched the badge of the Supreme Holy Lord in his hand.

He had to admit that he hadn't listened very carefully to the sermons of the god—half-heartedly, or half-heartedly, or that he wasn't paying attention at all. But now, he found himself under tremendous psychological pressure, and he was already unconsciously repeating those eulogies in praise of the Supreme Lord. And these hymns and the like, he thought he was just listening, and he would never be able to recite them one day when he was alone.

Perhaps this is the nature of intelligent beings. But when a man is faced with difficulties and dangers beyond his ability, when he has exhausted all his wisdom and skill and still has no effect, he can only pin his hopes on those things that do not know whether they exist objectively or not. And this is the origin of most beliefs – whether they are true gods or false gods.

Just as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his hands, without any prelude, the door was opened from the outside.

Luo Jia almost jumped up in the literal sense of the word. Instead of a full-time warlock in the regular army, plus one or two recorders, he walked in, but a tall, cloaked stranger.

The military personnel wear relatively fixed uniforms, and if it were an arena, it would be possible to wear other costumes, but this is obviously not possible here. Luo Jia's first reaction was that this person was clearly not from the army.

"Are you Roga?" asked the old woman in a slow, gentle tone characteristic of an old man of her age.

"It's me......" The doubt in Luo Jia's heart was replaced by an inexplicable fear in an instant. A premonition sent him a chill down his back, and a bug covered in bristles was crawling up and down his spine, the bristles rubbing against his spine, bringing a series of creepy impacts. And his hand actually subconsciously pinched the piece of wood of the emblem of the Supreme Holy Lord.

The old woman stood up straight. She was tall, even a man rarely had such a height, and because of the cloak, her size seemed not just tall, but massive, like a huge shadow standing in front of Luo Jia. The door was shut. There are only two people in the room now. Luo Jia subconsciously took a step back, because he was too hard, the sharp end of the wood chip pierced the skin on his hand, and blood flowed out, and he didn't realize it.

The old woman gently lifted the hood with her hand. Then, the disguise that she had been using with a hood and a combination of specific movements, and maybe some magic, fell off. Her true face appeared in front of Luo Jia at a glance. Including the silent machinery, and the crude pipes that go straight into the brain. The moment he saw this horrific scene, Luo Jia almost let out a scream, but some kind of power—not from himself, but from the old woman—completely restrained him. Luo Jia wanted to struggle, but his body was hard sealed like cement by an invisible external force, and he couldn't move at all, and his tongue was no exception.

The old woman seemed to be preparing for something, and the rest of her eyes, which were still creatures, closed, and even the red light in the other eye, which had become a camera, faded for a moment. Luo Jia felt every hair of her hair stand on end uncontrollably. But before he could settle down, he saw the old woman's eyes open violently. That eye was originally just an old man's eye (if you look at it alone), but now it has become a black hole, sucking everything around it, and even the whole world.

Before his consciousness was completely submerged, Luo Jia made his last wish to the unknown god who called himself the "Supreme Holy Lord". Yes, maybe even asking for a floating fortress would be a waste of the opportunity. But if it is a request to protect one's own life, it is not a waste.

Minutes and seconds passed. After a short moment—I can't tell for exactly how long—the door was opened again, and the old woman came out of the room.

"How is it?" the officer guarding the door couldn't help but ask, but immediately remembered the difference in status between the two sides, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry ......"

"He doesn't know anything. The old woman was not impressed, and a slight smile appeared on her face, hidden in the shadow of the hood. "Let him go. ”

Then, she walked outside, took two steps, and then suddenly stopped. "Arrange for me a transport. The old woman said. "The kind that flies. I'm going to go to the city of Gashe. ”