The Sergeant was playing cards with several of his men. There were dozens of unpacked cigarettes on the table. Seeing his expression, the cards in his hand seemed to be good. When he heard someone calling him, he turned around and found that it was Bai Yu. He immediately stood up and saluted excitedly: "Yes, Your Highness, your Highness, long time no see, what are your instructions?"

Bai Yu didn't care much about their 'gambling': "Ah, it's nothing big, I'll bring you a 'specimen'!"

Bai Yu waved his hand, and the Royal Guard brought the unconscious Hammerd in, uncuffed his handcuffs and handed it over to the two soldiers in the interrogation room. The two soldiers immediately took him to the interrogation table and tied him up.

The sergeant looked at Hammerd and said, "Well, very strong, what do you want to ask for by Your Highness Prince?"

"Where comes from, where you go, what you are thinking, what you are doing, and what you know." Bai Yu listed with a smile.

The sergeant nodded and flattered, "You are satisfied with me. Do you want to watch the punishment here? Or do you want to...try it yourself?"

"Oh, you are an expert, come on, I'll listen here." Bai Yu pulled over the chair and sat in front of the table where they were playing cards just now. He also flipped up the cards that the sergeant had locked on the table and looked at it, and found that it was actually a bad hand.

"Well, we are training, by the way... play two games." The sergeant said with a embarrassed smile.

Bai Yu was even more strange: "Training? What to train for playing cards?"

"Mind reading skills, don't think you can use torture instruments. Many people have ancestral skills, and they have been doing this for generations." The sergeant began to direct his men to arrange torture instruments, and walked to the control panel at the door, pressed a few switches, and lowered the light in the room, and Bai Yu felt very cold.

"Mind reading technique? Interesting. Uh, why are you doing so low on the temperature here?" Bai Yu asked strangely.

The sergeant took out the sprayer from the locker and sprayed it casually at the corners of the room a few times. Bai Yu immediately smelled a bloody smell and moldy smell. The sergeant put the sprayer in his hand back into the locker and whispered: "This is a psychological tactic. Before interrogation, you must set the scene first to create a dim visual effect, humid and cold touch. The scented potions I sprayed just now are all stimulating the sense of smell and can create a terrifying atmosphere. If you are an ordinary person, you will have extremely negative psychological pressure on these and increase the interrogation effect. Even people with particularly strong stress resistance can also slowly disintegrate the psychological defense line."

"Awesome, but why didn't you use these methods last time?" Bai Yu asked curiously.

The sergeant shook his head: "Last time? It's not possible that those are professional soldiers. The bloody scenes are common, but they can have the opposite effect and enhance their psychological alert. Moreover, they are all federal navy and are used to staying in warships. Can the feeling of darkness and coldness be more serious than in space? So they can only use sudden attacks to defeat their psychological defenses, otherwise it will be troublesome after a long time."

"Oh, then how do you know that this person is not a soldier?" Bai Yu asked with a smile.

The sergeant looked back at Hammerd, who was still unconscious: "He is not. His skin and face are very rosy, which means he often sees sunshine, his abdomen is fat, his legs are loose, his fingers are fair and without wear or calluses, and his nails are carefully trimmed. This can be said that he does not have to do physical work, and his living conditions are quite good. He also sprays perfume. This perfume should be... Only wealthy businessmen in Caldari can afford men's perfume, but the price is not cheap. Lastly, his hair..."

Bai Yu looked at Hammerd carefully and found that it was indeed as Sergeant analyzed: "I also guess he was a spy sent by Gardari, uh, hair, what's wrong with his hair?"

The sergeant pointed to his bangs and said, "It requires frequent trimming to keep this hairstyle. The bangs are slightly permed and fixed. Although they do not hurt the hair, they are not easy to maintain and require frequent maintenance. All of the above shows that he is a wealthy businessman who is mixed in Gardari, at least on the surface."

Bai Yu exclaimed: "It's really like a mountain, oh, haven't you asked your name yet?"

"I dare not, just call me Hans. I will ask Her Majesty the Queen for her blessing, to be a job here and make a living, haha." Sergeant Hans said with a smile.

"What's the 'mind reading technique' you just mentioned? Can you really read the mind?" Bai Yu asked intriguedly.

"How could it be? It's just a metaphor. We force people to release instinctive reactions through sudden and strong stimulation, and then use these tiny instinctive reactions to judge whether what he is saying is the truth or something hidden. Otherwise, a bunch of lies will be found and we cannot explain it to the higher authorities." Sergeant Hans said.

Bai Yu looked at the playing cards on the table: "How to practice playing cards?"

"For example, anyone who gets a bad card will pretend to be a good card to deceive his opponent and take the initiative to fold. In order to achieve his goal, he will use some small actions or words to announce his good luck to others, such as lit a cigarette proudly, or sneering at his opponent. Otherwise, he will pretend to worry about looking at his remaining chips to deceive his opponent into making bigger bets. These are psychological tactics. In order to see through these, he must release his instinctive actions.

Instinctive actions are usually impossible to hide. For example, if you deliberately ask him: 'The cards in your hand are good?' He may answer, maybe just nodding or shaking his head, but when a person lies, he will more or less do some self-defense actions, his arms are closed on the front chest, his legs are slightly closed, etc., which violates the relaxed state of muscles or the direction of gravity. In turn, the arms are opened, the legs are naturally separated, etc. Of course, there are many small movements that he does not even pay attention to," Hans explained in a gesture.

Bai Yu nodded thoughtfully: "It's really interesting. When you have time, you have to teach me well."

"I'm very honored, almost ready, start?" Hans asked.

Bai Yu nodded, Hans injected Hammerd with an injection and began to gently pat his cheek. Hammerd quickly woke up.

Hans looked into his eyes and said with concern: "How is it, do you feel good? You fainted just now."

Hammerd immediately found himself tied up, struggled a few times, then looked at Sergeant Hans in front of him and Bai Yu sitting behind him: "What are you going to do?"

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous." Sergeant Hans deliberately put his face in front of him, looked at his eyes and comforted: "This is the interrogation room. I am Hans. I just want to ask you a few questions. Don't worry, if you answer truthfully, we won't hurt you."

Hammerd swallowed nervously and spitted: "I am really the liaison officer sent by President Rose, I'm not lying..."

"Shhh...I'm not asking this, are you a businessman in Gardari?" Hans stopped him and asked an irrelevant question.

Hammerd nodded: "Yes, but I'm also a member of the Sisters."

"You are doing business, which is very good. You are much better than being a soldier. You can make a lot of money, right?" Hans obviously deviated from the topic.

Hammerd admitted inexplicably: "Yes...yes."

"What are you selling? I did some small businesses before joining the army, but later I lost all my money." Hans shrugged with a smile.

"Luxury, handmade cigars, etc." Hammerd said.

"Well, it sounds good, it's very profitable? I've sold cigarettes, but they are cheap brands, but Emma's religious tax is too high and she almost doesn't make any money." Hans picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and took a sip, and said with a frown.

Hammerd smiled uglyly: "We don't like to do Emma's business either. After paying customs and commercial taxes, we have to pay tithes. It's much better for Gadari, with few taxes, and there are many rich people there and large sales."

"That's right, if you Cedarians have a business mind, no one can compare to them." Hans said with a smile. He suddenly said to Hammerd in a very small voice: "Then why are you coming to this ghost place? See, the one behind you treats you as a spy. I suggest you find an excuse to fool you, you have a clone, right?"

Hammerd glanced at Bai Yu and found that she seemed to be concentrating on playing with the cards on the table, then nodded.

Hans blinked and continued to whisper: "I'll ask you something later, and you'll just say a few words, and then I'll kill you quickly and send you back, but you have to..." Hans pressed his hand on his chest and secretly made a move to count money.

Hammerd looked at Hans in front of him with no reaction at all. Hans gave him a blank look, walked to the side, brushed his hand over the arranged torture instruments on the table, and picked out a strange-shaped knife and shouted: "Look, this knife is used to pick bones, which can remove the bones in your body one by one, and the wound on the surface of the body is still very small. I suggest starting with your collarbone first, so that you can clearly see the whole process."

"No! What do you want to do?" Hammerd was almost crying.

Hans began to fumble his shoulder with his fingers, as if he was looking for a position to start. He whispered: "How about it, think about it, she will torture you to death. Give me some benefits. I will tilt my hand and you will be relieved."

"I'm really a liaison officer for the sisters..." Hammerd cried.

"It's useless to tell me. Your Highness the Prince doesn't think you are. She said you are a spy, you are a spy. Unless you have evidence, you can't just say it with your mouth." Hans patted his stomach and shook his head.

"Contact President Rose, as long as you contact President Rose, you will know, please." Hammerd's tears and snot flowed.

Hans sighed and pressed his right shoulder with his fingers: "You businessman, why don't you live honestly? Why do you want to trek in this muddy water? Provide false information? Or assassinate His Highness the Prince? How much money can you make when you work in this business? You are not this material, wait to suffer, and start soon, hey..."

"It's not fake information. I am the liaison officer. I am the liaison officer. I am responsible for contacting the sisters of each planet of Gardari and cooperating with the coalition forces to incite the poor to riot. Please, let me go..." Hammerd cried and struggled violently.

Hans suddenly put down his knife, walked quickly to Bai Yu, and whispered: "Your Highness, Prince, I suggest you check his identity again. He doesn't seem to be lying."

Bai Yu suddenly raised his head and asked, "How did you see it?"

"Uh, the heartbeat is fast, the pupils are dilated. When I scared him, his abdominal muscles were already tense and severely contracted. I told him that he would be tortured no matter what, and he would tempt him to give him some pleasure. But he had never considered it. If he was a spy, he would be somewhat trained to be tortured. His body would not be so strong, and his response would be much more flexible. He...is probably an ordinary businessman." Hans explained.

"That's right, I've just verified that it's Rose's person. This time you're really wronged by a good person." Ora jumped to the end of Baiyu's arm, rolled her eyes and said.

Bai Yu looked at Hammerd who was sobbing and said, "But sisters... aren't they all women?"

After hearing this, Hans immediately scratched his nose awkwardly. The data flow on the surface of Aura's body temporarily stopped for a moment: "I'll go, your theory... is ridiculous! Are the Syndicate Brotherhood all men?"
Chapter completed!