The man's tone made Randall panic. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was excitement, pleasure, and viciousness in the other party's words, and it was clear that Randall didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at first. Until the last moment, he had only thought that this time was just an ordinary question.

A member of the Raven? What is a crow?

He thought urgently in his mind of all possibilities, but to no avail.

"What is a crow?"

The man was visibly stunned for a moment, "You know that any lie is powerless in the face of technology."

"Yes, I know, I probably know better than you what technology represents. But what is a crow?'

The man in the driver's seat turned his head and looked at Randall.

The gray eyes were extremely sharp, locked tightly on Randall's eyes, and Randall was overwhelmed by an uncomfortable pressure, but he did not avoid this unreasonable gaze.

It can't be avoided right now.

The big man sitting on Randall's left explained, "Little friend, do you know what it means to be like an anti-government organization, an anarchic organization?"

"I'm a B-class citizen."

"Oh, that's right. The Raven is an anti-government organization.'"

Randall took a breath, he needed supplemental oxygen to keep his brain functioning.

The Phoenix Empire has been hierarchical and orthodox for 380 years since its founding. However, the overly clear hierarchy and the differences between the ranks have kept the bottom of the empire in a state of instability, and anarchic and anti-government organizations have emerged one after another. The accession of Emperor Roy IV to the throne and the establishment of the R Region contributed to the growth of such organizations.

Crows must be one of them.

It's just that Randall can't figure it out, due to the complete blockade of technology and information between classes, these organizations born at the bottom of the empire have no ability to shake the empire at all, and with the establishment of the Ministry of Human Affairs and the further upgrade of the function of the ID card, the combat effectiveness of anti-government and anarchist organizations can be imagined.

Is there anything unusual about the Raven that makes the Empire nervous?

"It's not like those organizations, little one, if you're a member of the Ravens, we'll be at least two levels higher."

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

Randall couldn't help but sarcastically.

The big man sits on his shoulders, "It's hard to say."

The sheriff's office arrived.

Randall was wheeled out of the police car, and they locked him in a room surrounded by special glass, one-way glazing that allowed him to see what was going on outside the room, while the people outside the room could see what was going on inside. There was a table and two chairs facing each other in the room, and he consciously sat on one of them.

This is no ordinary chair, he has seen it in the past when he visited the Public Security Bureau for outdoor teaching. If you lie, you will be electrocuted, equipped with a lie detector and a chair with a high voltage current. Roy IV hated liars because he believed that the mouth and soul that told the lies were imperfect, and that he was cruel to liars who were suspected of committing crimes.

"I have to praise you for your courage, Mr. Randall, you are a B-class citizen, and naturally you have seen what this chair is all about, but you sit on it so calmly."

The man who pushed the door open complimented Randall, who put down the folder in his hand and sat down across from Randall.

It's a nasty man.

With an emaciated face and body, well-rounded glasses, and a white coat, he may look more like a person who works in a place like a hospital research institute than a staff member of the Public Security Bureau. Unlike the previous man, he was amiable and smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Drink something?" There's milk, coffee and cocoa.'"

"No thanks."

The man made a look of pity, "Let's have a drink, we might talk for a long time."

"I don't think so."

"Hehe, I like funny young people. My name is Howard," Howard flipped through the file he had brought over, glanced at it, and set it aside.

"You're not doing well, Mr. Randall. I'll be blunt, there's a bloody crime in the small town of LOTUS, and I'm sure you know it, and we found not only your hair at the scene, but also a pistol with your fingerprints on it. Ah, to add, this pistol is the culprit who caused the bloodshed.'"

Randall recalls what happened, and it seems that he actually touched a silver pistol, and his face gradually lost blood. Howard's voice continued to come to mind.

"Your ID card has revealed your location, and the temporary move into D-Class 13 is suspicious. I remember that the place where you lived temporarily was a cake shop, and the owner of the shop was a beautiful woman, and I wonder if she would like to open a branch in the Sheriff's Office."

"You can't do that! Lady Diana is innocent and upright, and the laws of the Empire protect her human rights!'

"Human rights?" Howard's tone was extremely contemptuous, "How could there be such a thing. Mr. Randall, I think now you could tell me a little bit about what you went through?'

Randall lowered his head and recounted what he had seen and heard at LOTUS last night, but he skipped over part of the fact that he had met another child and had a brief fight with him.

"Uh-huh, it sounds flawless, worthy of a B-class citizen, and his ability to express and summarize is quite outstanding...... But,' Howard crossed his arms and smiled, "you don't seem to have said anything."

The other party is terrifyingly sharp.

Randall lowered his head and thought hurriedly.

If you don't, you will definitely die, you haven't received any training in lies, even the slightest insignificant change in heart rate will kill you on the spot, and it's not advisable to lie.

So, let's be honest?

The people he fought with might have actually killed someone, even if he was exiled to R Section, and he didn't feel sorry for it.

But will things really stop there?

If it is really Gabriel's friend Shirley, it is not impossible that Gabriel and Lady Diana will be implicated, especially when it comes to "crows".

No matter what, he can't cause them trouble, he must find the best solution.

After a moment of silence, Randall pursed his lips.

"Mr. Howard, may I ask you to turn off your recording device?"

Howard's thin knife-like lips curled, "Yes." He clapped his hands at the camera, showing that the red light in the recording went out, "I hope you haven't wasted my time."

"Is Mr. Howard a Class B citizen?"

"yes, just like you."

"No, you're not like me." Randall made up his mind and said slowly, "I'm an A-class citizen."

Since the recording equipment was turned off, no one except the person involved knew what was going on in the room.

The man who sent Randall to the sheriff's office watched his chief go in and out, called to check the information and seemed to confirm something, and then not long after, Randall was acquitted.

His hopes of being promoted two levels in a row were dashed.

Doesn't make sense.

The man came to such a conclusion.

On the orders of the chief, he personally sent Randall out. He tried to find out some details, but the silver-haired imp was silent the whole time.

"Sent away?"

Howard sat in the interrogation room, picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"Yes, sir. That ......

"What's wrong?"

"Do you need to send someone to follow you, sir?"

"No, you go get busy."

The man glanced suspiciously at Howard and left.

Howard's hand clenched, and the coffee cup in his hand almost shattered.