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Chapter 346

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"I want to see my lawyer."

"What?"

"I said, I want to see my lawyer." Zhang Jue looked at the interrogator calmly. "Although I'm a suspect, I have the right to see my lawyer regardless of the country's law. Even if no one else can help me find a lawyer, there should be free legal aid. Before I see him, I won't provide any valuable clues."

"Kid, don't play tricks." The interrogator stared fiercely into Zhang Jue's eyes. "Stalling for time won't do you any good."

Zhang Jue didn't dodge. Instead, he stared back. "I'm not playing tricks. I'm just making a reasonable request."

The interrogator fell silent.

He stared at Zhang Jue for a long time.

Zhang Jue kept staring at him.

"Humph!"

He slammed the table and left the interrogation room.

After a while, two other staff members came in, unlocked the handcuffs on the chair, and took him to a temporary detention room.

The inside of the holding cell was very simple. There was only a bed and a toilet.

But it didn't matter. Zhang Jue just needed a quiet place to organize his thoughts.

It was just like what the voice said.

He couldn't tell where he was now.

Was he in his original world or the world of the Abnormal Creature Administration?

Or maybe neither.

He was wearing a detention uniform. He couldn't tell from the items he carried with him.

He tried to summon his black sword. As expected, he failed.

His abilities were all ineffective. He couldn't take out the items in the alternate dimension.

Here, he was a complete normal person.

He couldn't help but think of what the interrogator said.

Was his previous experience just a story in his imagination?

What a joke.

Which author would dare to write something like that? They would have to sell razor blades for the rest of their life.

Was there any other reasonable explanation?

Had he transmigrated again, and his soul had transmigrated into a murderer who looked exactly like him?

It wasn't impossible, but it was very unlikely. He couldn't be sure.

Because he had too few clues, there was no way to verify it.

He needed more information.



"Is he tied up?"

"Yes, it's tight."

"Hurry up and put medicine on him. It's so troublesome."

"What can we do? The surveillance is so strict now. If they say that we were tortured into confessing, we won't be able to clear our name."

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