"Comrade-in-arms?"

At this time, the white-haired old man sitting on the rostrum shook his head helplessly, on his left hand, a white-haired and blue-eyed veteran wearing a combat vest frowned, a swarthy man in a police uniform had round eyes, a woman in a formal suit with coiled hair sitting in his right hand sighed, and a middle-aged man in a classical robe smiled meaningfully.

"Yes, comrade-in-arms." Ryu Zhen sat on the inquiry seat and looked up at the old man awe-inspiringly, raising his hair as if nothing had happened.

Communication and photographic equipment is forbidden in the information hall on the 101st basement floor, whether it is the rostrum, the information platform, the debate seats on either side, or the auditorium behind it, there are dark brown chairs, the information platform is surrounded on all sides, and more than a dozen interference transmitters are installed, all of which are emergency measures to prevent the inquirer from suddenly using magic.

"Ms. Ryu Jin, as the guardian of the city, you'd better reorganize the wording." The old man coughed and pointed to the large screen on the left side of the hall.

The screen lit up, and a teenager in a police uniform pulled the trigger on the female police officer who was slowly getting up, and with a bang, the female police officer fell down.

The audience was in an uproar, and the hall was boiling for a while.

At the back of the hall was a dense crowd of people, all desperately recording with pen and paper, some of the older men in black classical robes squinting as if they were watching Dumas's opera.

"Silence! Silence!" The old man tapped the gavel.

"Could you please explain this picture, Ms. Ryu-jin?"

Ryu Zhen pressed his forehead and said, "I'm thirsty."

A police officer served her warm water, and Ryujin drank it in one gulp and said, "Didn't you see the scars on the woman's wrists?"

"I mean, please explain this picture." The old man replied calmly.

"A cop killed an infected cop."

"Is this a police officer? As far as I know, he's your tablemate, isn't that so, Ms. Yoo Jin?"

"So what?"

"Please answer with yes or no."

「YES。」 Liu Zhen replied.

"As far as I know, the commander of this operation is Su Meng, is that so?"

「YES。」

"Explain why your table mates are on the battlefield, then?"

"First, he is already an apprentice of a magic envoy and has combat qualifications, second, Su Meng's physical strength is not good, and he is not suitable for commanding in front of him, so he conveys orders, and third, his background is very clean, and I don't need to worry that he will have other purposes." After saying this, Liu Zhen stabbed a look at the classical robe on the rostrum with an indifferent look.

"A magician apprentice executed the captain of the provincial police force on the battlefield, does he have that authority? Did he get Su Meng's permission to do this?" The swarthy middle-aged policeman asked.

"This is a decision on the spot, and it will be decided that the king's life will not be affected."

"Please answer with yes or no." The old man tapped the gavel.

"According to Article 6 of the Magical Envoy Covenant," Ryu Zhen said, licking her lips, "I have the right to remain silent."

"Are you sure that Captain Wang Mengjun is infected? What if she just stood up?" The middle-aged policeman asked.

"Director Zhang, please don't use the word if." The old man interjected faintly.

"Can you be sure that Captain Wang Mengjun is infected?" The middle-aged policeman asked.

"Do you have to bite her down before she can shoot?" Yoo Jin glared at the middle-aged policeman.

"Ryu Jin, please answer with yes or no." The old man tapped the gavel.

"I have the right to remain silent under Article 6 of the Magical Envoys Convention."

The white-haired old man was about to ask a question, but was pulled by the cross-haired woman and whispered a few words.

"This matter is over, and the Nineteenth Bureau will continue to investigate." The haired woman looked at Liu Zhen meaningfully, and then let out a neutral voice, "Next, please explain why two special police officers were burned to death in the Yuantuo Building case."

"It's too much of a problem." Liu Zhen glanced at the haired woman and said lightly.

The white-haired old man was about to knock down the gavel, but was stopped by the cross-haired woman, who smiled again and said, "Yoo Jin, please explain why two SWAT officers died in your wall of fire."

"One of them was seriously wounded, and the other led him back, and I opened the wall of fire to let them go."

The curly-haired woman just sat high, motionless, looking at Yoo Jin with expectant eyes.

"I closed the wall of fire after they committed suicide, and you can read the autopsy report for that."

"The autopsy report only says that they committed suicide by swallowing a gun, but it does not say the order of burning and suicide." The swarthy officer interjected, "What if they can't stand your fire and kill themselves."

"Zhang Ju, please don't use words like if." The old man interjected faintly.

"Then you're underestimating their ability to endure." Liu Zhen replied.

"Lady Liu, please treat your status as a Guardian properly." The old man said, "Please answer the question positively."

Liu Zhen asked for another glass of water, tapped it on the small table in front of him with his knuckles and said, "As the commander of the scene, in addition to attacking the top floor, I also have to maximize the use of the only police force, especially the enemy who was unusually shrewd this time, although the retreat plan of the two special police officers was very rigorous, but in just five seconds, it was still used by the enemy, and I do not deny the guilt in the matter of burning the bodies of the two special police."

"There is also a saying in the wizarding circle," said the old man after a pause, "is it true that your table mate prevented you from closing the wall of fire?"

"Hmph, what is that idiot," Ryu Zhen sneered, "Does he dare?"

In the audience behind him, people snickered as if they were telling some kind of joke.

"Silence!" The old man tapped the gavel, "Yes or no, please."

「NO。」

"Lady Ryu Zhen, remember that you swore an oath."

"Your Excellency," Ryu Zhen looked at the old man, "what do you want to prove against me?" Is it the crime of not closing the wall of fire and causing the death of thousands of civilians, or the crime of closing the wall of fire and causing the death of two SWAT officers? You might as well just say it."

"I don't mean that, I just need to draw conclusions about your performance in the Far Extension Building case."

"The enemy won't give us time." Ryu Zhen leaned back in his chair and wrapped his arms around him.

"Liu Zhen, I don't want to argue with you," the old man sighed, "I'm not in a hurry to close the case as soon as possible."

"Your Excellency," the middle-aged man in the robe coughed twice, "I hope you maintain a neutral stance."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin," said the old man after a pause, looked at his watch, and flipped through the stack of papers on his desk, "It's four twenty o'clock in the afternoon, and I'm announcing the end of the rostrum's inquiry, and the congregation's inquiry will be held twenty minutes later." And got up and left slowly.

Yoo Jin was taken to the break room by two agents in suits and sunglasses, she pressed her forehead, turned off the TV that broadcast the zombie accident, leaned on the sofa and closed her eyes to recuperate, motionless, letting her messy hair tickle the tip of her nose.

"Knock knock." The door was opened.

"Does it bother you?" The haired woman leaned in halfway.

Yoo Jin closed his eyes and shook his head.

The woman took off her pumps, and the flesh-colored stockings walked casually on the carpet, and she handed a fruit bowl to Liu Zhen, who pushed it away, and the woman put the fruit bowl on the side table.

"You're dressed up nicely today, Ryu Jin."

Liu Zhen gave her a blank look and didn't answer, and the woman continued, "Although you have always been like this, you look particularly remarkable today."

The woman in her thirties took off her glasses and sat upright looking at Liu Zhen, the suit and skirt gave a very professional feeling, which was her outfit when she returned to the nineteenth game.

"There's a recording here, too?" Ryu Zhen asked her bluntly.

The woman shrugged and smiled, and Liu Zhen, who was in a mood that suddenly improved, stuck out her tongue.

"Aren't you going to let me go this time?" Liu Zhen asked.

"You, you should also review your rhetoric, several of you here are helping you, and if you continue like this, I will become your victim."

"Then you can come down with me." Yoo Zhen smiled.

"I don't dare, whether it's the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission or the Gugou Company, there are a lot of affairs."

"How's it going?" Yoo Jin went to the side table to sign a slice of watermelon.

The woman shook her head, "I'll find a way to narrow it down, my gut tells me that the problem is still at the top."

"Ahh......h

"That's exactly what I'm here for you," the woman took a piece of tissue paper and handed it to Yoo Jin, "The next part of the crime, please take it seriously no matter what."

"Or else?"

"Your Guardian credentials will be reassessed."