The Red Dead Lolita

"I want to confirm whether you are jealous of me. I heard that girls will be jealous because of the difference in appearance. If your hostility towards me did not arise from this, where would it come from?" Ashley said Stop talking nonsense.

"Huh? Me? Jealous of you?" Amber was about to go crazy, her neck was stuck, and she leaned forward. Although she didn't care much about it, she had the same confidence in her appearance as anyone else.

"Isn't it? If you were a peacock, you'd already be poking your ass up and spreading your tail." Ashley joked.

"Giggle..." Amber clenched her fists, and a cat's threatening cry came out of her throat.

But the next moment, she calmed down again, and glanced at the camera secretly. The teacher was watching her.

Compared with losing, Amber is more afraid that the teacher will be disappointed.

If you lose to her, you will not only lose your own face.

Amber took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, reached out and brushed her bangs to dissipate the heat accumulated on her forehead, and said coldly:

"No matter what you say, I will not pester you anymore. Next, please complete the polygraph."

Ashley raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Then, the black-haired Lolita struggled to pull a suitcase onto the table and put it in the right position with the opening facing the opposite side.

chi chi-

The air holes on both sides suddenly release the pressure and discharge the gas.

Thin silver brackets hold up the lid.

In the permeating white mist, the frozen meat gradually revived, revealing its true pink color.

Ashley glanced at it, frowning.

It looks like a living thing, and it looks like a part cut from a living thing.

Neither the spine nor the thoracoabdominal divisions of vertebrates, nor the longitudinal and circular muscles that control stretching in molluscs.

The bright red flesh flaps are stacked and squeezed, and the fibrous connective tissue is separated into grids, binding the varicose blood vessels and the soft tissue, gathering in all directions, surrounding a tortoise-like plate bone in the center, protecting the core area.

This slab bone is fine in texture, dark white with bloodshot eyes, as if it had just been pulled out of a living animal, it looked a little creepy, and the edge was oxidized with dark brown defects like rotten teeth, and it seemed to have weathered the wind and rain.

Obviously man-made pipes protrude from the neatly arranged small holes on both sides of the plate bone.In the transparent pipe, the light red life-sustaining liquid gurgled and flowed into the compression device at the back of the suitcase for filtration and circulation.

"Ancient relics from the Qi period the next day?" Ashley asked casually.

"You have a bit of eyesight. The last time the apocalypse was revealed, the sun died and the sky fell. Our ancestors took great risks to chase the light and climbed to the top of the dome along the big crack. However, the once developed technology and most of the population have left Falling deep in the ground, salvaged by deep diving, and getting a piece of claw, can also bring great help to our life, for example, to deal with villains like you!" Amber gushed, trying to regain control of the scene.

"Are you the class monitor of the elementary school? Whenever you get a chance, you have to show off in front of the teacher... That woman before, can't be your teacher?" Ashley rolled his eyes.

"What primary school monitor?! I'm not!"

The minutes ticked by as Amber freaked out.

Ashley glanced at the clock on the wall, well, another half hour wasted, which made her feel a little relieved.

In order not to be noticed by the other party that she was deliberately delaying time, Ashley crossed her fingertips and lightly slammed it on the table, pretending to be impatient and saying:

"Hurry up and do the polygraph, I can't wait."

Amber clasped the handle on the side of the box, tightened her slender fingers, and pulled it out hard, only to hear a bang, like the sound of rubber shoes being pulled out of mud.

A porous bone resembling a wind instrument was pulled out, and the sticky pale pink biological tissue was stretched into threads, and the interior seemed to be filled with silicone-like soft tissue.

"Hey, it's disgusting." Ashley said with disgust, his small face twisted into a ball.

"There's something even more disgusting - sticking your finger in the hole!" Amber gloated.

Ashley looked at the biotechnology used for lie detection, and thought, although the technology tree in this world is skewed to the biological side, the principle is roughly the same. The basis of lie detection is still to monitor changes in skin electricity, but it is replaced by nerve cells to feel Her plans would not be affected by the strength of the bioelectricity on the surface of the damp skin.

Chapter 5: Polygraph

"Before the actual test, I will show you the list of questions. If there is no objection, we will start. You can stop and start again until you are satisfied with the result..." Amber first followed the script.

This is not the first time for her to detect polygraphs, and she is quite familiar with the process.

A polygraph isn't a pop quiz, it's an open-book exam—you're told the questions ahead of time, and you just fill in the top with the answers ready.

The question sets are a mix of 'control questions' that are sure to tell the truth, such as today's date, your name, your gender, etc., mixed with 'key questions' that the police want to know.

Once the skin electricity, heartbeat, blood pressure, pulse, etc. data of the control group and the key group are inconsistent, it will be judged as lying.

It was impossible for the average person to lie about everything, but Ashley was different.

'Ashley' is the name she gave herself after time travel, more like a nickname than a name.

Moreover, the astronomical calendar is a different system.

Ashley calculated that the current Earth time is August 8, but here, they call it 'the moon of the chrysalis, the day of the mud'.

There are four days in a week, wind, rain, rock, and mud, six weeks in a month, and a year in October—chrysalis, crack, slough, wing...

Ashley picked up the list of questions and ticked off a few items in the control group with a pen.

"I refuse to answer these."

"why?"

"secret."

"It's not impossible to modify the control group..."

The choice of control group questions is not critical, it is just used to make the testers tell the truth.

But Amber still stared at each other warily.

This guy is so damn good looking, no wonder she's so smug...

That head of blue hair is like strands of white clouds hanging from the sky in a dream, her eyes are so beautiful with long and thick eyelashes, her skin is as white as soft snow, her cheeks are resting on her little hands, and her soft hair grows from the spring onions. dripping between fingers...

Amber felt subtly dissatisfied. If she hadn't been in the interrogation room, she felt that she would open her tail like a peacock and rush up to make gestures with the other party, but she understood that she was an interrogator, and there was no need to wrestle with a suspect. The ass is better than the United States, so stupid.

The lead time for the polygraph test was very long, and Ashley answered each sentence without a word, taking the opportunity to recharge his batteries.

Two hours later, the preparations were finally completed, and Amber took out a strange egg-shaped instrument and placed it on the table.

The instrument is half a glass shell and half a machine. Through the glass, you can see the gyroscope composed of a rotating body and a circular orbit.

"This is the 'Myers Gyroscope', which is generally used to find 'singularity', and can also be used to monitor the fluctuation of supernatural power. I don't know if you have been 'baptized', but as long as you use supernatural power, The pointer will turn to you."

"Many people in the family have been baptized, but I haven't. I'm still young." Ashley pursed her lips and said insincerely.

"Even if there is, you'd better not use it. Extraordinary crime is a felony, and its nature is different." Amber warned.

At the beginning of the test, Ashley put his fingers together and slowly pushed them into the flute-shaped holes on the side of the box. A sticky, wet and suffocating feeling came from his fingertips, which made people feel uneasy.

Seeing the data jumping on the display connected to the box, Amber picked up the form and started asking.

"First question, is your name Ashley Jenkins?"

"Yes."

The tester only needs to answer 'yes' or 'no'.

"Second question, is today a mud day?"

"Yes."

……

……

You ask me to answer one question after another.

"The seventh question, are you the one who hurt Oona Williams?"

From the comparison question to the key question, the atmosphere changed quietly. The interrogation room was so eerily quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground.

"No." Ashley's lips moved slightly.

Just when she said these two words, a string of data was automatically marked in red on the monitoring screen.

Amber's expression froze—she was lying!

In an instant, all hesitation and hesitation were dispelled, and that pretty little face became hideous in her eyes.

At the same time, an inexplicable disappointment welled up in my heart.

You are a beautiful woman, but why are you a thief?

"You failed the polygraph." Amber clenched her trembling hands, her tone cold.

"Is there something wrong? Little squad leader." Ashley shook his head and asked casually.

"What's your attitude?!" Amber suppressed the anger in her tone, "Although it can't be used as evidence, the success rate of lie detection exceeds 90.00%! I'm almost sure that you killed someone!"

"Unfortunately, not [-]%."

"If you were wronged, I would apologize to you, but now, you are a cold-blooded murderer in my eyes!"

In fact, at this time Amber had already left all the training behind her. The purpose of the interrogation was to get the suspect to confess, not to vent her emotions.

She also quickly tasted the bad results. After a meal of emotional output, she couldn't help feeling tired, her head was empty, her lips trembled and she couldn't speak.

Ashley turned his head to the side, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't respond, so that all of Amber's combined punches hit the cotton.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Seeing that the scene was about to be cold, the door creaked open, and Leticia's tall figure appeared at the door, blocking the light in the corridor, and the backlit silhouette gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"It's here today."

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Amber followed Leticia, drooping her little head, extremely depressed.

"I'm sorry...I screwed up..."

"The interrogation room is your place. You are not Amber Abbott, a little girl as light as a feather. You are the sword bearer of the law. Behind you stand the three presiding judges of the trial court and the undead that makes all enemies fear. Team, your every move is as important as Mount Tai, and you are not fighting alone at any time..."

Leticia's words were soul-stirring, and the high-heeled shoes hit the corridor floor, echoing crisply.

Amber was ashamed and moved, she ran to keep up with small steps, and said behind her:

"I thought I could use my identity as a loli to get closer to her... But she is a bastard, she lied, and she killed the victim."

"There's something wrong..." Leticia said suddenly.

The brain turned rapidly, and pictures flashed through my mind.

"She was not passively tried, but actively sought confrontation, and even showed a kind of high-spirited fighting spirit. With her smart mind, she must know that she cannot be cleared of suspicion by doing so. Regardless of whether she has committed a crime or not, she should not use confrontation. For fun.

If it was a sociopath, her inhibitions would be low and she would lack the ability to plan, but she was clearly prepared for the interrogation, and her age did not meet the identification criteria for a sociopath.If it is a psychopath, a psychopath with high inhibition must be extremely self-interested, let alone be so. "

"Is it possible that she knows she is doomed and wants to be 'handsome' before she dies?" Amber said with an idea.

"Is she a brat?" Leticia said speechlessly.

"She's a stinky brat!" Amber pursed her mouth and said angrily.

"She's not that simple, you child, don't get angry..."

Chapter 6: Fairy Tales

"Eight years ago, four members of the Zhenkins family went to the depths of the "turbidity", and among them was Ashley's mother, Lorraine Zhenkins who was pregnant in October... Only two people came back alive in the end, The old housekeeper, Lesterdiu, and the baby in the swaddling... Time forward a year, according to the investigation, in an isolated place, a pregnant woman was brutally cut open, and the fetus disappeared. Someone witnessed Members of the Jenkins family wandering around..."

Leticia mentioned some discoveries made while tracking down the remnants of Jenkins.

This is a dark and mysterious family that has lived on crime for generations. They are not ordinary robbers and thieves. Almost all family members have extraordinary abilities, and all members are villains.

You know, the same lunatic, the destructive power of a submachine gun and an unarmed one cannot be compared.

Unlike those sand bandits wandering in the wilderness, the Zhen Jinsi family has a legal status in the city-state. They will also plead guilty, stand trial, and ask a lawyer to defend them, but they will not repent and continue to commit crimes after they are released from prison.

Although they are cast aside by most people, there are also guys who work with them, and the dross rises.

However, the patience of the United Cities has run out. People have opened their eyes and recognized the true colors of the Zhenkins family—a cancer parasitic in a society ruled by law.

Enjoying the security and infrastructure of the city-state, but unwilling to restrain the despicable and dark nature, it is really greedy, just like the one who keeps farting in the crowd huddling together for warmth.

Safety, stability, confidence, and connection are the creeds of survivors in this wasteland, and they are also the bottom line.

Of course, the rules are the most important, it is the underlying logic that carries the entire United City, so the court collected and submitted enough evidence to pass the arrest and approval of the Submarine Squad Hundred.