Back in Arpeggio City, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, and Hehia just wanted to get a good night's sleep, and almost as soon as she took a shower, she lay on her bed.

Soon there was the sound of quiet breathing in the room.

Unlike residential areas where the night is quiet, the world is changing dramatically.

Under the watchful eye of federal soldiers, the underworldns were put on restraint bracelets and taken to makeshift detention centers, where they would be interrogated one by one, and then, according to the judges' judgment, traveled to different places for reform.

Those who are younger in nature may be able to come out in a few years, while those with a bad attitude and rebellious personality may be imprisoned for the rest of their lives. But even so, they are still much luckier than those who die directly underground and no one knows.

Although they have lost their freedom, their future lives will be much longer than in the underground world where the average life expectancy was only 25 years old.

"Name?" Behind the sturdy transparent metal partition, the examiner who was temporarily drawn from another city opened his mouth to ask questions.

"Blue." The fat man, who was sitting like a hill in his chair, bowed his head and replied.

"What did you do underground for a living?"

"I help sell spoiled fruit to the people of the underworld." He's right, and he used to be in charge of this kind of business in the gang.

"Oh, where did your fruit come from?" Examiners don't believe in a single sentence that their extraordinary professions also have a certain ability to detect polygraphs, and not everyone can hide from these professionals.

"It's from the supermarket of the lower class residents, who dump the spoiled fruit into the garbage dump and we take it away in advance."

"The things in the garbage station, how did you get them, there should be surveillance and people guarding them."

"Yes, but we greeted the guards and gave him a share of the profits, so we won't be blocked."

Hearing this, the censor tapped his fingertips on the table, paused for two seconds, and then continued to speak.

"Name the location of the garbage station and the name of the person you're connecting with."

"I can say it, but I hope you don't blame him, in fact, his life is not easy, after all, the wages at the garbage station are very low."

"Don't say anything superfluous." The censor inside looked unchanged.

"It's the garbage disposal station at No. 12 Pai Lu Street, 67 basement floor, R351 area, and I usually contact the G183 employee inside, whose name is Klum and he is 71 years old."

Hearing that it was an old man, the censor inside frowned slightly, but didn't say much, he entered the information into the computer terminal in front of him, and then picked up the communicator beside him.

“…… That's right, it's in the R351 area, so I need to take a trip. ”

After putting down the communicator, he continued to interrogate, asking where Blue spent his childhood and how he grew up.

Compared to the previous information, this part is Blue's weakness, after all, he is not really a resident of the Federation, and the identity file was forged later.

"When I was a child, I spent ...... in the F23 residential area on the 69th floor of the basement," he struggled to recall the information on the previous file, but fortunately, these contents were filled in by Qiao Long based on his own experience, and he happened to know a lot of things about Qiao Long's past.

"Didn't you have any friends or acquaintances when you were a child?"

"This ......" Blue hesitated, after all, he was not very smart, and he could not come up with a perfect answer in a short time, and if he made it up randomly, he might be seen through by the censor in front of him, and his previous efforts would be wasted.

"Many of my friends when I was a kid had forgotten about it, and I didn't mix well with them, and I didn't want to contact them."

Blue tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and spoke slowly, which was what Jorgron told him before leaving, the federal censor asked, try to lean on the real side, even if he lied, he had to say that it was similar to his original experience or could empathize with him, so that he would not be easily seen through by the censor.

"It's impossible to have no one, even if you don't contact each other, let's talk about someone who played very well when I was a child, otherwise your words won't be credible." The examiner's fingertips tapped slowly on the table, bringing great psychological pressure to Blue.

"Don't hesitate any longer, just say the name." Seeing that Blue paused for several seconds, the censor sneered and continued to press.

"I said, there's a friend named Holm, we were friends when we were kids, but we broke up recently because of a fight." Unable to think of a candidate, Blue could only name Joron's childhood friend, the man who had lost all his money due to gambling.

"Oh, name the specific house number where he lives."

"Yes......," Blue said, citing Holm's house number.

After it was confirmed, the examiner directly picked up the communicator and began to dial, at present, the telephone number of federal residents is bound to the address, and knowing the house number is equivalent to knowing the telephone.

After more than ten seconds, the call was connected, and a dull and decadent male voice rang on the other side of the phone.

"Hello, this is the review hall of the seventh district of the north of the jade skirt under the federation, and there are some questions that need to be confirmed to you here for official business."

"Censorship?" Voices of surprise and panic came from the communicator.

"Yes, can we start asking now?"

"Ah, uh...... Well, you guys ask. "The Auditor's Office has a lot of power in the Federation, and it is not a good thing to refuse rashly.

"Did you have a friend named Blue when you were a kid who said he had been friends with you since childhood?"

"Blue? Who's that, inexplicable......" The voice over there muttered.

The fat man outside the glass partition wall was so nervous that he had to explain, "I don't have a good relationship with him, he said it on purpose, because he lent him all the money before, and he used it all to gamble, and then Holm's mother died early because of this incident, so I quarreled with him." ”

"Oh......" The censor looked at him noncommittally, then continued to ask.

"He said that he borrowed a sum of money from you before, and he originally wanted you to treat your mother's illness, but you used it to gamble."

"Shit! Says who...... Well, who else but ......" The man's voice was full of irritation.

"Uh, I know, I have this friend, don't call me, we don't have such a good relationship, don't contact me again if he dies outside." After speaking, the other side hung up the phone.

Looking at the disconnected phone from Doodoo, the censor had a slightly surprised look on his face, he glanced at Blue, and was silent for a few seconds.

At this time, the personnel who had previously investigated the garbage station also returned the news to him.

……

"Yes, that garbage station is indeed guarded by an old man, he has been doing this for almost 40 years, and he said that he has sold countless garbage to others, called Blue, Link, Yoda, etc., I don't know which one we refer to."

"Although what he did was not legal, after all, it was a violation within the scope of his duties, and the consequences were at most fines, and he was probably blessed to go to prison when he was old, and we had no good way to interrogate him harshly."

At the end of the call, the Inquisitor hung up the communicator, and he tapped on the table again, pausing for a few seconds.

"You're lucky."

"Although I still have doubts, these are extraordinary times after all, and there are still thousands of people queuing up outside, and it is impossible to continue to waste resources on a little person like you."

"You passed, and after a month in custody, you will be released on probation and given temporary freedom, but if you violate federal law within five years, you will be recaptured and sent back to prison for severe punishment."

He ticked the boxes on the projection form in front of him, then threw the pen down.

"Treasure this hard-won freedom."

Although the fat man in front of him had the element of lying, the censor also saw that this person was not the kind of person who was extremely vicious, and at least there was the possibility of reform.

After hearing this, Blue collapsed on the table and chair as if he had lost his mind, and it took a long time to remember something.

"Thank you for your kindness and forgiveness." He bowed his head sharply, then heaved several times.

In this regard, the examiner inside ignored it, but looked at the information of the next person to be interrogated, waved his hand, and asked him to make room for leaving.