I don't have a system but I have a hammer

"If it turns out that you are innocent later, I will definitely recommend you to join my security department, but before that, you have to tell me, what did you do before joining the alliance?"

Frowning, I went straight to the point...

"You tell me first, what is the charge for arresting me, and... what do I need to prove innocent?"

The professor stared at my face expressionlessly, like a spectator, or an interrogator, and even faintly felt a sense of depression about to come...

At this time, my heart was extremely calm, and I was ready for the shock of words, because I knew what he was going to say soon...

"If I use Veritaserum, I will know everything you have done. Is this really necessary? You must know that everyone will have some secrets in their hearts... Am I right? Mr. Madman!"

The second after the voice fell, he fixed his eyes on mine like a torch, as if he wanted to see through all the secrets hidden deep in my heart...

But it's a pity, the only response to him was my slightly puzzled brow...

"Mr. Madman? Are you kidding me? Do you think I'm him? Where's the confidence?"

That's right, his interrogation tactics are very simple. He suddenly said the four words "Mr. Madman" inadvertently, and then captured the moment when I lost my mind. In this way, he can determine whether there is a connection between me and the madman. …

So in this case, I can't show a calm and natural look, I have to be in a state of doubt, and a little bit of sarcasm, to show my subconscious indignation when I was wronged...

But in the same way, the professor was not confused by my expression, but smiled slightly, with a warm face...

"The acting skills are very good, but you forgot, we will only arrest you if we have solid evidence!"

I smiled indifferently...

"I advise you to let me go, don't slap me in the face for a while, everyone's face is not good..."

Maybe it's because I hate my stubborn appearance, so the professor's originally calm gaze seems to have started to become sharp...

"Do you think this kind of irrelevant answer can avoid the interrogation? You are too naive. Since you are still talking hard, don't blame me for tearing your fig leaf..."

After finishing speaking, he spread out the documents in front of him and smiled coldly at me...

"First of all, your height, shape, bone characteristics, and behavior habits are basically the same as those of the lunatic. I don't think this should be a coincidence? Second, you, like him, like to carry a modified hammer with you. Finally..."

He elongated his tone mysteriously...

"You seem to be able to predict the enemy's next move every time, and give a corresponding solution. This is because you are a member of the Stranger Gang, so you know the Killing Rat and all their battle plans very well..."

"Not only that, you pretended to be considerate of human beings on the surface, but you were actually preparing to enter the upper echelon of human beings, because you broke up with the strange people, and they can't tolerate you anymore, so you can only..."

"Hahaha~"

What interrupted his self-righteous rhetoric was my sudden laughter, and there was even a hint of bitterness and sadness in this smile...

"You mean... I tried my best to save people, intercept missiles, and finally lost my left arm, all just to win the favor of the organization?"

He seemed to be aware of his speech problems, and was about to explain when I interrupted him...

"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Let's use logic. First of all, the behavior habits, height and shape you mentioned earlier are also evidence? At most, it is survivor bias, understand? Coincidence can also be regarded as evidence by you, really The joke of slipping the world..."

"Secondly, about the hammer you mentioned, let me tell you an interesting thing. There are a lot of these things in the experimental base of the Stranger Gang, and I have investigated the Stranger Gang for so many years. What happened to taking one out of it?"

"Finally, please go straight to the lie detector and veritaserum, I'm really too lazy to listen to your self-righteous and clumsy deduction, if this continues, the only thing you can get is my vomiting things..."

Hearing my sharp words, the professor's face turned blue and red, like a neon light that was taken down by someone...

After a while, he regained his composure, and took out an old-fashioned toaster-like device from the pile of interrogation tools, and then smiled at me confidently...

"I believe that you must have been prepared if you dared to say those words just now. Maybe the previous ones cannot be used as sufficient evidence, but we have the recordings of the lunatics in our hands. As long as we verify the voiceprint, we will naturally know you Are you being wronged, or are you putting on airs!"

I shrugged my shoulders with disdain...

"bring it on…"

He hit the play button...

What came out of it was exactly the recording that I told the police to find the antidote for the zombie...

After the playback was over, he added another sentence in disbelief...

"I heard that before you came to the base station, you didn't have the hoarse voice you have now. This is your biggest flaw, but you don't seem to understand voiceprint. Even if you lower your voice deliberately, it will still be detected, but if you Now tell me everything honestly, I can..."

I pouted impatiently...

"As an old man, your achievements in the nonsense world really overwhelm me..."

Ignoring my sarcasm, the professor smiled coldly, and directly patted the document in front of me...

"Read the above again..."

After speaking, he turned on the voiceprint detection device...

I looked at the text on the document, and without any hesitation, I began to recite it aloud. The one I read was full of emotion, the words were correct, and the words were soul-stirring...

And the professor stared at the screen on the voiceprint detection device, as if he was sure that I must be a madman...

But as I gradually recited the poems, his old face, which was not good-looking, began to gradually become ugly...

That's right, before I entered the meeting room, I realized the hidden dangers brought about by that recording, so I used a small amount of corrosive powder to burn my throat...

Indeed, as the professor said, no matter how a person disguises himself, voiceprint recognition can detect the uniqueness of each person's voice!

So even if you imitate a person's voice, it is impossible to exceed 60.00% overlap...

In the same way, no matter how much a person disguises his voice, there is no way to get rid of his own uniqueness...

But I don't need to cover up my uniqueness, I just need to destroy it, isn't it all right?

So, even my vocal cord tissue has been destroyed, so it’s a ghost that voiceprint recognition can be useful!

But at this time, I saw the nervous look of the professor sweating profusely, but I couldn't help sneering in my heart...

Next...it's time for Veritaserum!