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Chapter 205 A Hint of Pity
Jean’s arms, fingertips, and even the center of her chest were connected to thin, black wires.
At the other end sat the ominous bulk of the lie detector.
Once everything was in place, the Secret Service agents silently exited the interrogation room.
Finished
And just like that, it was the three of them again–Jean, Queenie, and Carl–in the same empty, suffocating
space.
Though the wires looked ordinary, Jean felt a tingling chill creeping across her scalp.
It was as if her whole body had been surrendered to the cold precision of a machine. A heavy, invisible pressure pressed down on her.
She frowned slightly. It didn’t feel good.
“Alright, let’s begin,” Queenie said from across the table.
Her tone was light, almost playful, her eyes sparkling with confidence as she looked at Jean.
Jean refused to flinch.
She gritted her teeth and locked eyes with Queenie, giving a firm nod.
Queenie raised her hand and pressed a switch on the machine.
That crawling, nerve–jangling sensation intensified.
“Jean,” Queenie called her name suddenly, voice clear and cold.
Jean kept her gaze fixed on Queenie, but the discomfort kept gnawing at her, invisible but relentless.
“Now answer truthfully,” Queenie leaned in slightly, her presence looming larger, her eyes pressing down like a weight. “Do you have any connection to the organization Shenyin?”
Jean’s eyes lowered just a little.
It felt like something inside her head was beginning to splinter from the strain. Her entire body ached with discomfort.
She clenched her fingers, pressing down until she felt pain, forcing herself to stay alert.
Still, her face remained calm.
Those large black eyes held a steady, impenetrable depth.
“No,” she said clearly and firmly.
She added again, evenly, “I have nothing to do with Shenyin.”
Queenie wasn’t surprised by the answer.
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If the lie detector confirmed a lie, that alone would be enough to validate her suspicions.
But-
When she looked at the screen, Queenie’s pupils contracted,
The machine had already displayed its results-
Jean… Wasn’t lying.
What?
Queenie’s fists clenched at her sides. Her face darkened immediately.
She couldn’t accept it.
Her instincts were rarely wrong. And this lie detector–top–tier technology from HQ–was known for its incredible precision.
But now?
The machine had contradicted everything she believed.
She was convinced Jean was highly suspicious. But the machine showed no sign of deception?
Should she trust the data?
Queenie’s face stiffened, jaw locked in a tight line as frustration brewed inside her.
Carl, sitting quietly to the side, also saw the result.
He said nothing, just watched Jean with a deep, contemplative gaze.
He could tell–Jean was uncomfortable. The lie detector caused this kind of reaction often, as though faint electrical pulses traveled through those black wires and into the subject’s body, making their skin prickle and nerves twitch.
And yet, despite it all, Jean sat upright, composed and unmoved. She made no sign of fear, no visible distress.
She was bearing it.
Carl’s gaze lingered on her longer than he realized. And in that moment–when the result flashed across the screen–an unexpected thought crept in:
This kid… she might really be innocent.
An absurd, almost ridiculous pang stirred in his chest. A flicker of emotion that surprised even him.
It wasn’t reason. It wasn’t analysis.
It was something quieter.
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