The interrogation room of Baekilmong Co., Ltd.
In the unprecedented situation where one of the potion manufacturing machines had vanished, the interrogator’s mouth fell open at the thing I had blurted out on the spot.
“You say you saw a b-bomb in the elevator?”
“Yes.”
I nodded expressionlessly. Then I stated in an even tone,
“I’m telling you, there was one.”
And chaos broke out.
But the employees who dragged me along and went with me to the elevator found nothing at all when they checked the spotless interior.
“Oh, it’s gone. It was definitely there.”
“……”
“Anyway, I saw it.”
Then a truth detector appeared.
At Baekilmong, “haunted objects that reveal the truth” were a classic staple. This time, it was a Twilight-grade knitted doll.
A big-eyed knitted doll asked in a ventriloquist’s voice,
“Was there really a bomb?”
“I’m telling you, there was.”
……
“That’s true.”
The interrogation room fell into confusion!
And from that point on, I started stringing together every kind of absurd nonsense I could think of.
“Ah, I also saw an employee from a cult background in the elevator.”
“I saw researchers sprinting through an alley.”
“I saw the dragon and the fox from the new employee training video getting punched by the rabbit.”
“I saw the Facility Security Team hitting a director.”
“That’s true.”
Every single one of them was judged to be true!
“A confession potion! We need a confession potion!”
“He just seems insane, why would we waste confession potion on him? Does any of that sound remotely possible?”
Yes.
“It’s nonsense!”
It’s true.
But the realistic, seasoned interrogators made a very appropriate guess.
“Even if it’s not objectively true, if he believes it’s true, then it gets judged as true.”
“Ah…!”
That was their verdict: I was a lunatic.
In the end, after muttering among themselves in utter…