Chapter 9 The Owl's Calmness

"P" Gusrabo Lee immediately showed an expression of curiosity and ignorance, which made Nicholson, who wanted to take out the prepared rhetoric, speechless and didn't know how to answer the question The interrogation in the military hall has always been fair and strict. What she said just now was just to teach Gusrabo Lee a lesson. I didn't expect him to ask this question, which made her feel overwhelmed for a while. The soldiers standing beside Gusrabo Lee were also full of doubts on their faces At this time, the soldier in charge of leading came over, looked at the clouds in the sky, calculated in his heart, and politely said with Nicholson: "Dear sacrificial adults, we have to take Gusra Boli to the interrogation hall. It's getting late." Nicholson's nervous face loosened. She did not know why she was nervous, but an instinctive consciousness told her to warn her not to try to make things difficult for the young man. This psychological suggestion had never happened before, but it came very strongly today Because with her keen alertness, she found an unfathomable hidden meaning in Gusrabo, a thin young man, deep and unfathomable, even a dangerous omen Seeing that Nicholson didn't talk for a long time, the owl smiled faintly and talked first "Old sacrifice, as the soldier said, our time is precious, and you can't answer my question. Please let us go to the interrogation hall. I am impatient to wait." Hearing the Owl's words, Nicholson's gloomy face became more and more ugly, but in exchange for a sigh When the soldier saw the sacrifice, he pulled over and bypassed the crowd. He said to the soldiers around him, "Let's go." At the same time, his eyes fell on the owl, and after a short time, he turned to lead everyone into the interrogation hall "Why did you provoke her?" The third young master asked the owl, but he couldn't figure it out. A five-level sacrifice plus royal status was not something that his little nobles could offend, and there were still a lot of troubles now. Owl looks unhappy "I hate it when I see her, it's as simple as that." Third young master speechless... Halfway, Niksan stopped moving forward and suddenly turned his head "No, there is absolutely something wrong with this boy! Maybe Late's death has something to do with him!" Halfway through, Nicholson discovered the problem, and there was a strong uneasy trend in her heart. She didn't want to go to the interrogation hall, but she thought that the sadness in her dead husband Late finally overcame this strong uneasiness, and resolutely followed the owl and others behind her Interrogation hall The interrogation hall was brightly lit, In a sealed state, The middle gate was closed and no ordinary civilians came to watch the trial. Surrounded by six stone pillars, A flame is lit on the column, Illuminate everything, Under the leadership of the commander of the soldier, The owl calmly walked to the middle of the interrogation hall, Looking above, And look around the left and right sides, Slightly surprised, On his left is his father Gusrabot, It seems that he came early, And with two subordinates, Is looking at him with stern eyes, Owl's heart warms up, This was the same as what he had seen in those days, when his father looked at him with this kind of eyes, which was a silent guardian, but soon he was deeply sorry. After all, although this man was his own father, he was not his own father. After a tangle, he was wary of a nobleman sitting on the right side in the chair where the old god was present. The corners of the mouth evoked a sneer "Well, everyone is here. Let's start the trial." On the high chair and big table of the interrogation hall above, the middle-aged man sitting above with solemn and dignified look, with long curly hair and burly figure, sat upright above. On the left side of the middle-aged man, the night owl deliberately glanced at it, and the third young master in his mind was pleased "It's my uncle." The Owl nodded his head The young man standing to the left of the middle-aged man was also a burly and magnificent figure, with long blond hair like his mother's, and his serious face showed a gentle smile when he saw the owl looking at him, but he disappeared in a twinkling of an eye "Are you Gusra Bo Lee?" The middle-aged man above sank his mouth and looked coldly at the owl The owl shrugged his shoulders and said with a relaxed face: "Lord Juntang, I am." When the owl spoke, the military hall adult was slightly surprised. He observed Gusra Bo Li for a short time, but his calm and calm tone changed a little from the mouth of a twelve-year-old boy. It would be a twenty-year-old boy, but it happened to be a twelve-year-old boy, and the boy seemed to have a plan. The aristocratic old god sitting on the right opened his eyes slightly. He never looked at it squarely after the Owl came in, but after the Owl's words were exported, he had to be vigilant "I hope you will answer honestly to the scene when Late, the third-class sacrifice, was killed by an assassin in your room. Now you can answer whatever I ask you!" The tone of the military hall instantly turned around and became sharp and serious The Owl just nodded his head The third young master in the body was nervous and looked at all this. If he came to face such a scene, he would definitely not be able to say clearly. He thought that the night owl who faced all this at the moment was very unhappy in his heart and could only pray that this matter could pass quickly. He still had many questions to ask the night owl "The first question, when the assassin appeared." Asked the army hall in a sinking voice "In the morning, Herbert 807." (Note that Hector is the concept of time in this world, zero is a quarter of an hour, and there is no algorithm for minutes and seconds. That is, 8:70.) The Owl answered fluently The military hall asked again, "What special things can you see to confirm that the assassin came from Crimson Song?" The Owl glanced at the Army Hall "Crimson song? I don't know what kind of assassin and characteristics. Even if I saw the assassin appear, I immediately called my mother in. I also heard the crimson song from my mother." "Oh? Looks like you know the crimson song?" The military hall asked speculatively Owl naturally denies that he doesn't know the crimson song, because he knows that once he says that he knows the crimson song, he will definitely ask a lot of targeted fierce rhetorical questions, and finally ask that he has nothing to refute, and then he will be imprisoned Ha ha, now he is not that idiot, want to set his own words, this kind of trick is not enough to see, experience for 30 years, the world is warm and cold, the cruel cunning of human nature, he has deeply realized Owl calmly and calmly looked at the military hall with a smile "Lord Juntang, as I said, I heard it from my mother. The so-called knowledge is only that my mother knows the dagger in the assassin's hand." The military hall took a deep breath Then the aristocrat sitting on the right spoke "Crimson Song is characterized by holding a blood dagger. Three-year-olds know it. How can you not know that you are clearly lying!" They looked at the nobleman, fat and fat, with small eyes and a mouthful of fat, and the generous clothes sitting in the chair squeezed out thick layers Gusrabot on the left sneers "Smolton, my son doesn't know if he doesn't. You said three-year-olds know crimson songs. Why don't I go down the street and find a three-year-old and ask?" Hearing Gusrabot's words, the fat nobleman was livid and snorted coldly "Gusrabot, do you want to shield your son?" ", p"