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"A lie is not necessarily a lie, only a lie that is discovered is a lie."

This is the truth that Brahmin Gandhi has always believed in.

Whether he is the ‘liar’ party or the ‘seeing through the scam’.

Compared with other Sherlock-level detectives, Bharat Gandhi's life is obviously tortuous. The place where he was born is a city where the class is solidified to the extreme.

There is heaven and hell, and there is often just a green belt between heaven and hell.

Religion has existed in this city for thousands of years. Almost everyone understands that this belief is only a means of centralizing power to brainwash the lower classes, but no one dared to see through and dismantle it.

This city adheres to the fatalism of ‘birth determines your destiny’. Your surname represents the level of your life. If you are a low-level surname, then you can only receive short-term education, work, and farming. If you are born from an upper-class family, you will have nothing to worry about in your life.

Therefore, in that city, struggle only allows one to have something to do instead of starving to death. He cannot change your life, nor can he give your next generation any hope.

So...there is no big difference between what you get from work and what you get through deception.

It is even more convenient to deceive. After all, labor requires real effort, and deceit, as long as it is not seen through.

Gandhi was such a good deceiver. When he was six or seven years old, he cheated on the streets. As he got older, he gradually deceived bigger and bigger. In the end he even dared to conceal his surname and his ancestry. At the age of 21, he was arrested and imprisoned.

And when he was 21 years old... it has been exactly 100 years since then.

"Crack~Crack~"

The bearing of the wheelchair made a raspy noise in the silent corridor. Finally, a turn... Gandhi saw Mr. Edwards standing at the end of the corridor.

Edwards was obviously excited when he saw the old man's arrival, but at the same time he was apologetic.

After all, this old man has not known how many years he has not walked out of the ward.

After he was 80 years old, almost all cases were carried out in that small room full of medical equipment. The gradually weakened body and the willpower strong enough to delay death made this old man the most powerful person in the world. Representative'easy chair' detective.

At the same time, his understanding of human nature, his proficiency in deception, and his horrifying observation skills for nearly a hundred years have made it a mobile polygraph machine.

No... it can't be said to be a polygraph machine, because among the polygraphs that modern technology can make, none of them can have the capabilities of Brahmin Gandhi.

He hardly needs to touch, he does not need to interrogate himself, he does not need to observe the criminal's heart rate, brain electricity, eyes and tone of voice.

He only needs to lie on the bed, listen to the other party's voice through the screen, and read the chat records several times to infer whether the other party has lied.

And lying must be purposeful, so while seeing through lies, Gandhi can easily grasp the secrets the other party wants to hide.

Therefore, if you lie, you are exposing, and even being silent is confession. With the participation of this old man, countless criminals have deployed extremely detailed killing methods, but within a few words, they exposed everything, even Drug gangs, fraud agencies, gangs, etc., as long as Gandhi is involved in the case, are the simplest, most effective, and the shortest time-consuming.

After all, he was able to uncover the truth in the most impossible place to hide.

That is the heart of the criminal...

But this time, Gandhi finally walked out of his ward.

He wore a thick blanket and only exposed a head with little hair left. The skin was no longer able to metabolize pigments under the devastation of the years. The dense age spots made him look a bit like a monster, plus the withered. The skin, the muscles that have lost vitality, and the eyes that have long been covered with a white mist...

This old man seemed to die in the next second.

But with a needle in his vein, a ventilator, and a drip bottle on his wheelchair, he came to Haimen Prison in the deep winter.

Just to take a look at that person...

The legendary detective who easily found out all his crimes when he was 21 years old and sent himself to prison-[Smiley Face].

"On behalf of the whole world, I thank you for being able to come... This incident really involves too much, and now I can only turn to you for help." Edwards leaned to Gandhi's side.

"No--" Gandhi murmured weakly: "You don't need to thank me, because even if I don't have time for this time, I will come. I want to see him."

"Meet him?"

"Yeah...100 years later, he actually appeared 100 years later! Haha...I can't think of how crazy this world is."

"..." Edwards was silent, clever as he was, and naturally knew what the old man meant: "Could it be that the **** in the interrogation room... really is the one who came to the world 100 years ago people?"

"Xiao Nan, send me in." In order to save energy, Brahma Gandhi stopped talking, but said softly to the woman behind him.

"Okay." The woman behind him smiled and slowly pushed the old man into the interrogation room.

The interrogation room was a little boring, because it was completely soundproofed, so there was no vent. Now, the weird prisoner’s hands were again clasped back to the chair, and his head couldn’t move, so until the old man appeared in front of him. At that time, he realized that it turned out that it was a new face who came in this time.

"Yo-yo-yo, it turned out to be a change of people, okay, I also think that fat man is a bit boring, but first say yes, if you are more boring than that fat man, then please go out in advance, I am quite picky. ......"

The locked prisoner said weakly.

then......

"Hahaha—hahahaha—" The old man laughed suddenly, his throat was like a leaking bellows, dry and hoarse, he could hear it, every time he uttered a sound, he had to exhaust his whole body~www.wuxiaspot .com~ But he still smiled again.

"Oh? Hey, what are you laughing at?" The prisoner seemed to have a sudden interest.

"It turns out... it's really you."

"Oh?" The prisoner was taken aback: "You...know me?"

"Of course, although I am in your memory, I am only a small child, and even I am not in your memory at all, but...I will never forget you in this life...

It's been 100 years!

100 years! ! ! ! !

How can it be possible that someone has been 100 years old, but still hasn't aged?

what do you?

What are you going to do?

Can you... tell me what is going on in this world? "

The old man seemed to be a little excited, and he asked several questions in one breath.

And the prisoner looked up and down at the other party with narrow eyes...seems to be hesitating whether to answer him or not.

At the same time, on the bottom floor of the prison, in the large cell that held 60 unnamed circus members, some minor conditions suddenly appeared.

There seems to be something wrong with a prisoner's pacemaker...

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