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In all seriousness, Yisi was thinking about the 3-floor high holographic advertisements and remembered the model's orgasmic face.

She said: Whole Food Company, Diet-type Chicken, Buy 2 Get 1 Free.

Yisi swore he just wanted to try the chicken, not to think about the girl's ahegao face. But all he had now was meat-flavored jelly, well, energy bars scientifically called gels, just enough to barely keep his vitals up.

"Yisi, alright? ...Opus, Your surname is Ji, a rich-sounding surname." Terrence commented, "what a pity, you're from Whitefall and not the federal capital; otherwise, I wouldn't dare interrogate you on a whim, 'big shot.'"

"Huh? What's the pity about that?" Yisi asked as he stuffed the fourth salty jelly into his mouth. He knew nothing about the Federation, and naturally, he wouldn't say what status Ji, as a surname, had in the Federation.

"The Ji family in the Capital is one of the five largest consortia in the Federation, and based on the size of the funds it controls, the Ji family is actually the number one richest person in the Federation,"

Nightingale added from the sidelines, "Probability-wise, JI Yisi, there is only a 0.0001% chance that he comes from the JI-family in the capital, which is completely negligible."

"Ms. Nightingale, when you mentioned the Ji family ... you sounded very proud." Yisi said.

"One of her designers is from the capital Ji family, so she does that whenever she mentions them, but that's not the point of our conversation. I'm curious about how you, Yisi, arrived in Manyo City from Whitefall?"

The Whitefall was located in the interior of the mainland, while Manyo was far from the mainland and next to the Sea of Chrysanthemums.

The distance between these two locations is comparable to traveling from Yellowstone to Manhattan Island. Yisi traveled almost the entire length of the Commonwealth without any official record of Yisi's movements being reported along the way. It certainly shattered the federal population management and surveillance system. It was a hard slap in the face to the Federal Police Department.

"Obviously, I would have help and more than one helper. Some people are in that kind of business. For a sum of money, they can deal with the difficulties on the way to smuggling." Yisi said, "It looks like you need to crack down on the large smuggling chain across the region."

Terrence nodded, and Yisi's words matched his earlier judgment: it seemed to him that Yisi was just an ordinary young man, smuggling to improve his poor life, not really to commit a crime.

"Who helped you? Oh, let me guess, based on your profile ... are you a former student in artificial intelligence? That would inevitably not be Whitefall; after all, you can generate huge benefits and are naturally a recruiting and defensive target for all consortia, companies, and organizations." Terrence said.

"Obviously, but not really." It took a lot of effort for Yisi to swallow the "crap" coming out of his mouth, and he switched to a gentler word to not irritate Lawrence's interrogation mood.

"Nightingale, I bet 50 bucks that he's from the Dragon Tiger Gang."

"Friendly reminder: gambling is illegal in most of the Commonwealth; please don't know the law and break it." Nightingale's tone was very calm; she had no emotion as if she was reading from a heavy procedural manual.

It was then that Yisi really felt that she was a cold artificial intelligence, not a real human being; she had no real emotions, she could joke around in a pre-set tone but had no real independent personality.

Yisi couldn't help but regret that he had thought that Nightingale would be a typical, live female police officer, perhaps with big breasts and a beautiful ass, but now his 'female officer fantasy' had been dashed.

Nightingale continued, "The results of the data analysis indicate that there is a 75% chance that he used the Dragon Tiger Gang's freight smuggling channel, and I have transmitted the remaining low probability events to your smart terminal via the police department's back office system."

"Thank you, Nightingale." Terrence touched his arm, a metal bracelet at his wrist, and then a glowing white light flashed from his arm.

Yisi couldn't make out the details of Terrence's movements; he guessed the bracelet was a terminal device for information processing; it would have used a more advanced projection technology, similar to Earth's smartwatches.

"Graduate at the University of Heller, I suggest you explain your reasons for stowing away."

With Lawrence's words, the lights throughout the interrogation room became cold and bright, and the moment began when Lawrence was indeed interrogating him.

Just then, Yisi heard the game's background tone again: [Mission "Cat Catches the Rat" activated, current progress: 0%]

F**k.

With a long sigh, Yisi tried to look as calm and easy-going as possible, then he pointed to himself and Lawrence.

"Officer, I'm an unemployed college graduate. Although Whitefall City has given me a few incentives to pay less for a college degree, tuition is quite a prohibitive amount of money for me."

Terrence nodded, and what Yisi said was reflected in his profile: Yisi was not the son of a wealthy family, his real father was unknown, and his mother, who did some simple labor work in Whitefall City, had died seven years earlier.

Whitefall City's welfare system supported Yisi but failed to provide him with a job. And an orphan like Yisi would have risked smuggling himself into the Federation in search of work for money.

"I need money, officer, but Whitefall can't give me money, and it's so frustrating for me, a college student in the field of artificial intelligence, to be rejected by all the companies, isn't it?"

Yisi was keenly aware of Terrence's subconscious slight nod of his head as he listened to himself speak, which was a good indication that Terrence's heart agreed with him.

"Whitefall City is indeed too small, and it's only natural that they don't need someone with your field of expertise." Terrence concurred.

"So I'm faced with a double moral dilemma, to betray my domicile and become a stowaway in the Federation, or to be in my own hometown - to be starved to death," Yisi said as he lowered his own head, his features hidden in his hair and shadows, his slightly trembling shoulders no longer reflecting his struggle and pain at all times.

"It is a pity for the society that you are unemployed ... I am sorry, Mr. Ji," Terrence said. Out of the corner of his eye, Yisi noticed that Terrence was operating his smart bracelet the way Earth's police officers wrote and drew on paper documents.

"So - what will you do with me?" Yisi asked.