Although he was robbed by the rat boy, Mr. Milley still behaved very generously. He waved his hand casually and said with a smile: "It's just that the gentlemen in the bureau don't believe what you said, so..."
While he was talking, he took out a transparent liquid in a small glass bottle from his pocket, put it on the counter in front of Dingdang Er, and continued to smile kindly.
The young rat man was still a little confused, but Hu Wu's face turned a little ugly.
He could easily tell from the symbols on the bottle that the bottle contained veritaserum. It was a method that the three-pronged sword could only be used to interrogate prisoners. It was not illegal, but it was a bit excessive to use it against ordinary wizards.
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"believe?"
A slightly exaggerated voice suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility of the shop. Several black robes and shop assistants all looked towards the place where the voice came from.
At the door of DK, in the light spots falling on the ground through the window, a fat yellow civet sat squatting. At the moment, it was holding a small yellow croaker, chewing it with relish, and sneered as it looked at the black-robed wizards.
"Haha, believe it?!"
The tabby cat stuffed the last small piece of dried fish into its mouth, patted its paws, and repeated the words while chewing: "We all believe that the rich should pay more taxes, and the stars should stay in the sky... But
In fact, the rich are paying less and less taxes, and more and more stars are falling to the ground...which means that belief does not represent reality."
This is sophistry!
Hu Wu had to work hard to control his urge to complain.
"Where did the wild cat come from!" Behind Mr. Milley, a young Sanjijian was furious. He pulled out his Dharma book and seemed to want to throw the yellow tabby cat out of the shop.
But immediately, he was violently stopped by Mr. Milley, the leader of the group.
"Shut up!"
The Dharma book under Mr. Milley's arm suddenly shot out a ray of green light, which shone on the face of the talkative three-pronged sword, causing him to become silent for a moment.
Then, the leader in black robe looked at Huang Huali cautiously: "Hello, we are performing the official duties of the Wizards Alliance, and this is our work permit... If you have any objections, you can lodge a complaint with the alliance."
The yellow raccoon squinted and glanced at the certificate placed above its nose, then raised its head and glanced at the black-robed leader in surprise:
"To be so polite...do you know me?"
Mr. Milly shook his head simply - although he didn't know him, a talking cat was very rare even in the wizarding world, and it was worth dealing with him carefully, not to mention that it appeared at such a sensitive time.
place to interfere in such a sensitive matter.
It is impossible to say that this cat is a big boss in the alliance who transformed into a game world.
Although this guess is not completely correct, it is still close to ten.
The flower cat curled his lips: "It's rare... he is a smart man... Go back and tell that brat 'Noodles' that the Mouse Immortal wants to hide. There is no way that the mice under his command will know, even if you dig out their brains.
, and couldn’t find any useful information. There’s no need to give him truth serum.”
The faces of the men in black robes became increasingly ugly, but their expressions also became more alert.
Because the 'noodles' mentioned by the tabby cat is the nickname of Robert Nudd, the director of the Trident Sword. Since he became the leader of the violent organization of the Alliance, few wizards in the magic world dare to call him that, and the tabby cat in front of him is
Those who shouted in front of everyone were either ignorant or emboldened.
A talking cat doesn't know anything about it.
As for being confident, no matter whether the cat's magic power is so powerful that it can ignore the director of the Three-pronged Sword, or the forces behind the cat can ignore the Three-pronged Sword, they are not the big shots in black robes that they can afford to offend.
Be silent for a few seconds.
Jingle Ears was the first to break the increasingly depressing atmosphere in the store.
"This," he pointed to the glass bottle filled with transparent liquid in front of him, and asked cautiously: "Do you need me to drink this?"
This stupid mouse still hasn't figured out what happened.
Mr. Milley pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand, and the bottle on the counter disappeared, replaced by an open notebook with a white quill on it.
Mr. Milley had a gentle smile on his face and said calmly: "Although it is a bit cumbersome, the rules are the rules and the process is the process...so, please cooperate with me again."
Jingle Ears nodded blankly.
On the notebook, the snow-white quill immediately fluttered away its bundled feathers like a Latin dancer who heard the music playing, leaving a string of beautiful cursive characters on the page.
At the same time, Mr. Milley’s question sounded just right:
"Name?"
"Ding..." The rat man boy hesitated for a second after speaking, and then replied slowly: "Tingle ears."
A green light flashed on the white feathers of the quill, and it danced on the paper more and more happily. Mr. Milly nodded with satisfaction, and his attitude became more and more warm:
"gender?"
"Male...male?" Dingdang Ears is still not quite used to his new identity, but it can be seen that he is working hard to make progress: "Well, male!"
A blue light flashed on the quill again, and then, Mr. Milley's questioning speed accelerated a lot, ranging from his age, address, working time in DK, position held, to how long Brother Ear had been away from the underworld of the rat tribe, and why he did not participate.
Black Prison War, what do you think of the Rat Immortal, etc.
The questioning clearly exceeded Dingdang's initial expectations and made him dizzy, his eyes straightened, and his tail hanging limply on the ground, without any trace of vitality.
Then, Mr. Milley suddenly asked the same questions that he had asked Tink Ears several times:
"Excuse me, do you know where the Rat Immortal is now?"
"I don't know." Dingdang's ears drooped and his tail answered honestly.
"Is the Rat Immortal still on Phuket Island?"
"I'm not sure, really."
"The Rat Immortal has several laboratories in the Silent Forest. Have you ever been there? Do you remember where those laboratories are?"
"I've been there, but I don't remember it... I've said it many times. Every time we go, our ancestor takes us along the rat path he created. It's dark all the way. How can I possibly know where those places are!"
"Have you seen other rat-men who have successfully transformed? Do you have any contact with them?"
"I've never met, and I have no contact..."
The corner of Huang Huali's mouth curled up, showing a silent mockery. The most important thing for the Rat Immortal now is to become a legend. For this reason, even his daughter has been handed over to the school for protection. The old guys in the alliance are also out of control. Why do you think that the two just
Can the rat-man who has successfully transformed know his whereabouts?