The strong light drowned everything.

  Rod closed his eyes and put his hands in front of his eyes, but he couldn't completely prevent the strong light from penetrating his eyelids.

  After an unknown amount of time, the strong light fell, and Rod opened his eyes. All the monsters turned into ashes, the air became brighter, the sky became much wider, the environment was no longer oppressive, and the shadows and strange phenomena disappeared.

  Eleven people wearing green hoods stood in front of him.

  The leader was a young woman.

  She had delicate eyebrows and looked no more than twenty years old. Under the green hood was a strange long robe composed of green and white, with an unusually conspicuous triple flame logo on the collar.

  "Don't be afraid."

  She said softly, her voice was soft and clear, like a skylark in the valley.

  The moment the words came out, Rod's last bit of luck was gone - he could understand every word she said, but he couldn't understand her language.

  "You are safe."

  After the words fell, the companions around the girl dispersed and began to survey and clean up the scene.

  Two people walked towards him.

  There was no other way.

  Rod adjusted his mentality as quickly as possible.

  The only choice now was to pass himself off as a victim.

  As long as they didn't get suspicious, everything could turn around.

  Looking at it from the bright side, he might not be the murderer.

  A tattoo doesn't mean anything, maybe it's a coincidence?

  Maybe it's a common tattoo pattern?

  Maybe the owner of that hand is not the murderer?

  There are many possibilities, and it doesn't always develop in the worst direction.

  With his mind fixed, Rod was no longer panicked, and quietly waited for the upcoming fate.

  Among the two people walking towards him, one was a burly white-haired man, and the other was a young lady with waist-length hair.

  The white-haired man walked up to him, took out a slightly red stone and placed it in front of him, and said coldly: "Speak."

  "Ah?" Rod didn't understand, "What?"

  But the man had put away the stone.

  "No signs of corruption, no psychic out of control." He seemed to be checking his condition, and another young lady squatted down, groping him with her soft hands, as if checking his body, and said softly: "Relax, don't be nervous, the guardian is here, everything will be fine." "Hmm... what is this soft ball? A hairy ball? Pretty cute, it must be your favorite thing, right?" Rhodes was a little at a loss, but fortunately the groping did not last too long, the young lady's hand was fast, and in just a moment she had turned him upside down, searching every corner clean. "This security check is really amazing." Rhodes thought, "Why is there no such thing in my world." He also thought: "Why does she seem to have not seen the pattern on the back of my hand?" The young lady stood up, gently took his arm, and said with a smile: "Take two steps." Rhodes felt puzzled, am I lame? Except for the headache that was like a toothache, I didn't feel anything wrong? After walking two steps with the help of the young lady, she smiled and said, "It's okay, you're healthy."

  Rod agreed blankly, and suddenly felt a little worried. These people were so strange. I wonder if he, a three-no product, can adapt to life here?

  Looking up, the people on the scene were busy and nervous. They quickly collected the items scattered on the ground and touched each corpse with a green stone.

  I don't know if it was an illusion, but Rod felt that after touching it, the restless corpse seemed to calm down.

  "That's the curse-breaking stone."

  The young lady explained to him sympathetically.

  "It can lift the curse of zombies and help their souls rest. Please don't be sad. They will return to the embrace of fire."

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  Rod's heart trembled.

  Is it because I stepped on that weird symbol?

  But that symbol has turned into ashes. It shouldn't have any effect, right?

  While thinking, he saw another person collecting the ashes left by the black-haired monsters.

  The young lady smiled and said, "Don't worry, these silver beasts in Loren City are completely dead."

  Rod was surprised and said, "Silver... beasts?"

  "Well, they are the product of the beast curse, the source of the distorted nightmare. We will find them. Someone has copied and recorded the traces at the scene."

  The young lady winked at him, indicating that it was the burly white-haired man next to her.

  Rod glanced at him and found that the burly white-haired man was staring at him.

  There was a long charcoal pencil in front of him, floating in the air, quickly scratching on the yellow straw paper.

  The young lady smiled and said, "You look like you have recovered. The death of your companions doesn't seem to have much impact on you. You are very strong. This type of boy is my favorite."

  She let go of Rod's hand and walked away briskly. "My name is A Luo, a second-level physician at Jinworth. I'm glad to help you."

  The burly man came up and said indifferently: "Please recount your experiences before and after the incident in full, especially before and after the accident. Don't miss any details. We need to find the hidden doomsday believers based on these."

  Here we go!

  Rod's heart tightened.

  "I..."

  He hesitated for a moment, and saw the burly man's cold eyes, the charcoal pencil flying in front of him, and all kinds of strange things, and his heart suddenly tightened.

  They don't have some means to find out the truth and distinguish lies, right?

  No, I can't lie,

  Rod changed to a more reliable statement.

  "I can't remember it."

  This is a universal answer. It takes countless details to make up a lie. If one detail is discovered, the whole lie will be exposed.

  He didn't know what kind of criminal investigation methods the people here had. Using subjective emotions instead of objective facts is the best way.

  The burly man narrowed his eyes. "Why can't you remember?"

  "I, I don't know, I was too scared... There are corpses everywhere... My head hurts, I seem to be injured..."

  These words are very accurate, and the whole process is full of vague personal feelings and emotions. It is simply the perfect confession of Zhang San, a well-known criminal.

  This is indeed the case, he just described it in a different direction.

  But the burly man was unmoved and said coldly.

  "I found a strange bloodstain at the scene. It was burned to ashes. The time was before we arrived. Can you explain it?"

  Rod's eyes widened. No way? You can find traces even if it's burned to ashes? Are you Geralt, the old man with a broken bone?

  Swish.

  The yellow straw paper next to the burly man turned a page, and the charcoal pencil suspended in the air continued to write frantically.

  Rod glanced calmly and found that the back of the page was also full of words.

  But he was illiterate and didn't recognize any of them.

  Grass.

  "I, I really don't know. When I woke up, they were all dead. There were red stones everywhere on the ground... Those hairy monsters appeared from the black fog. I was so scared that I didn't know where to run. The corpses on the ground revived again. I couldn't breathe and thought I was going to die. At this time, you came..." The burly man listened quietly, wrote dozens of pages, and turned away. Rhodes looked at his back anxiously. Did he pass the test? Obviously not. Two more people came over and stood beside him without saying a word. The meaning of surveillance couldn't be more obvious. Rhodes' heart sank. On the other side, the burly man didn't deliberately lower his voice to avoid him. "…The replication is complete, and all information has been recorded."

  "The migration team was wiped out, the lantern bearer died in battle, and he was the only survivor."

  "The cargo was not lost, there were rituals of unknown significance at the scene, zombie curses of unknown origin, some evidence was destroyed, and the cause of death was unknown."

  "The survivor did not undergo the Trial of Fire, was not corrupted, and did not inherit the spirit. He was an ordinary person, but..."

  "…I still think that the survivor is still highly suspicious and should be handed over to the Internal Affairs Arbitration Office for special investigation."

  The girl in the blue-white robe said nothing and listened quietly.

  The doctor A Luo covered her mouth with her hands, and there was some disbelief in her tone.

  "No way? White Wolf, are you mistaken? I don't think he is a bad guy."

  The burly male White Wolf glanced at her coldly.

  "A Luo, never judge a person by feeling. There are too many suspicious points in the whole thing. He is the only survivor, but he claims to have lost his memory. He may have a secret that cannot be told. He is trying to deceive us and implement some terrible conspiracy to achieve his ill-intentioned purpose."

  "But, after entering the Internal Affairs Arbitration Office, he may..."

  White Wolf's voice became low, "There is no way, some things are unavoidable."

  The air became silent for a while.

  Rod's heart also fell into an ice cave, with a bad feeling of being out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den.

  You are too strict... I have only a little suspicion, but I have to be speculated like this and sent to that arbitration office?

  You know it's not a good place as soon as you hear the name. It's probably an institution similar to the Gulag in Zhazidong that eats people without spitting out bones.

  The special investigation sounds even more dangerous. Not to mention the secrets he hides, judging from their reactions, this investigation is probably over, and the person will be useless if not dead.

  What to do?

  Just when I was anxious, the girl in the blue and white robe spoke. "Is there any other possibility?"

  White Wolf replied: "No."

  The girl in the blue-white robe was silent for a few seconds, sighed slightly, and said: "Okay, then..."

  Snap.

  The hands of the two people behind him had already been placed on his shoulders, and the image of being arrested and taken away by the police uncle suddenly appeared in Rhodes' mind.

  "No! Wait a minute!"

  Rhodes was quick-witted and shouted.

  "I have something else to say."

  Everyone cast their eyes over.

  Rhodes' heart was beating wildly, and the strong tension almost suffocated him.

  White Wolf said coldly: "If you have anything to say, go and talk to the executioner..."

  But the girl in the blue-white robe interrupted him: "Let him talk."

  Rhodes shouted: "I want to talk to you, alone!"

  White Wolf's tone was slightly impatient: "Take him away..."

  But the girl interrupted him again: "Okay."

  She walked a few steps outside and stood in a relatively open position.

  Rhodes was escorted by the two people behind him.

  The intense tension did not interrupt his meticulous thinking like Sherlock Holmes. He had keenly observed that the girl in a blue-white robe with a triple flame symbol on her collar was the leader of this group of people.

  Although she looked very young, age could not measure everything in this world.

  Maybe she was gifted, maybe her father helped her complete the accumulation of the first thirty years, maybe her family helped her complete the struggle of the first three hundred years.

  But this was not the point. The point was that her will could change his fate now.

  Then, as long as he could convince her, he could avoid the tragic fate of being sent to an interrogation agency for inhumane interrogation.

  And he happened to have special persuasion skills.

  Although this skill was a bit devilish and he didn't know if it would work, he had no other choice but to gamble.

  The person behind him let him go, bowed slightly, and left immediately. The girl looked at him with her light-colored eyes: "Tell me."

  Rod took a deep breath to calm his nervousness, and said in a deep voice: "Look into my eyes."

  A light red light appeared on the girl's body, and flame patterns flowed on her robe, and the flame symbol at the collar began to burn.

  Then, she looked into his eyes.

  Rod asked: "What's inside?"

  The girl looked for a few seconds, found nothing unusual, and asked: "What's there?"

  Rod said in his lowest voice ever.

  "You are there."