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"A very concise answer."

"You also understand the principle that too much talk leads to mistakes."

Sunday smiled faintly, but didn't pay attention to this little thought, and asked.

"Did you hand over the cornerstone to your family upon entry into the country?"

"Yes."

"Does the foundation you entrusted to the family truly belong to you?"

"Yes."

"Is your foundation right here in this room?"

"Yes."

"Have your memories been altered or deleted in any way, including but not limited to the technology of Memory Streamer?"

"Yes."

"Are you from the Evikin clan of Tsgonia?"

"Yes. You knew that?"

"Do the Evgenians lack any ability to read, tamper with, or manipulate their own or others' thoughts?"

"No, does it matter?"

Between questions and answers.

Sunday is like an extremely cautious hunter, meticulously inspecting every corner where deception might occur.

……

Sunday was practically an interrogation.

And he asked really detailed questions. Wow, we probably wouldn't have thought of them if we hadn't seen them.

First, confirm that the cornerstone is in this room, then ask if the memories have been tampered with. Once you get a positive answer, you can start asking deeper questions!

He even inquired about the background of the gold dust to ensure that there were no oversights beyond his intelligence scope.

After all, if memories are altered, then words spoken from the heart might be judged as the truth.

To ensure that the gold is not being counterfeited, and that there is no self-hypnosis or self-forgetfulness, etc.

I've thought of everything on Sunday, including everything I could and couldn't think of.

Tsk tsk, Sand Gold is really in trouble now. It's run into an opponent like Sunday, and they've been exposed.

……

Just as the audience was marveling at Sunday's meticulous planning.

The inquiry was made on Sunday.

But things started to look a little strange.

Do you love your family more than you love yourself?

The question was asked.

For the first time, the expression on the face of the sand gold, which had been mechanically answering questions, changed.

He opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and after a few seconds, nodded: "Yes."

family?

Viewers who already knew about Sand Gold's background through the previous flashback felt a little uneasy at this moment.

Under the watchful eyes of the harmonious.

They no longer had to worry about the gold dust being full of lies; they had finally heard the truth.

However, this is a swindler, a hypocrite, a person who only cares about profit.

Does he love his family more than himself?

For a moment, countless viewers felt incredibly conflicted.

After all, it seems that... it seems that all of Sand Gold's family members are gone...

"All the Evgeny people died in a massacre, didn't they?"

"No."

Are you the only survivor of the clan?

at this time.

On Sunday, however, he still smiled and asked an extremely sensitive question.

The camera then shifted to focus on the area behind the gold dust.

This was also the first time that I didn't give a positive response to the gold in this Q&A game.

"……Maybe."

He paused for a moment before replying.

This statement made the audience's already tense emotions even more difficult to maintain.

……

Holy crap! What's going on?! I'm starting to feel sorry for the gold nuggets.

How could this be such an answer?

Sand Gold knew perfectly well that he was the sole survivor, but his answer was surprisingly, "Maybe..."

He himself is unwilling to accept this fact.

Loving family more than oneself, unwilling to accept being the sole survivor, and still clinging to impossible fantasies and expectations... This is not right, miHoYo, stop this!

Oh no, I'm starting to feel sorry for Sand Gold, what should I do? He's tricked me so many times.

Wow... Holy crap, that dialogue is absolutely brilliant! The initially somewhat one-dimensional character of Sand Gold has actually become more three-dimensional in just this brief question and answer?!

……

Even if you have no interest in placer gold.

But the audience, or rather, the human capacity for empathy.

They will still react to these stories.

Moreover, what's worse is that disliking someone isn't scary.

What's frightening is that this person you dislike is gradually revealing more qualities that make you empathize with and like them.

The three-dimensional depiction of the gold dust has already left viewers in a state of great confusion.

on the screen.

Sunday inquiries are becoming increasingly sensitive.

"Do you hate and want to destroy this world with your own hands?"

Hear this.

Sand Gold let out a low gasp involuntarily.

A hint of panic flickered in her eyes, as if someone had seen right through her.

He paused for a moment.

He barely managed to answer:

"……,I have no idea."

do not know?

Sunday laughed: "Interesting, then, one last question."

"Can you swear that the aventurine is lying safely in this box right now?"

The background music grew increasingly somber at this moment.

The camera flashed three times in succession, showing three different scenes.

A purple bird standing on the bookshelf.

Sunday's standoff with gold.

And the professor who suddenly let out a cold snort.

Although the audience was not quite sure what these images represented.

But they could still sense the struggles and hesitations that the gold mine was currently facing.

This emotion was also the first time it had appeared in Alluvial Gold.

"...

"of course."

A moment later, Sand Gold returned.

“It seems we have the answer. Let’s open it, Mr. Gold Sand.”

"This is your last chance to protect your reputation and gain my trust."

On Sunday, he walked to the table, took the box in his hand, and pushed it hard.

The box slid to a stop in front of the gold dust.

On Sunday, he sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and gestured for her to sit.

Sand Gold pressed his hands on the clasp of the box.

His gaze, however, was fixed on Ladio not far away.

The professor didn't dare to look the gold dust in the eye, and instead turned his head away.

"please."

Sunday urged him on, and his fingers were rhythmically tapping on the table.