"Name?"
"Vivian."
"Age?"
“1... 14 years old."
At the gate, the little girl sat nervously on a wooden chair. Opposite her were several fully armed city guards.
The leading inspector was registering the girl.
After asking the first two questions, when it came to the third question," gender," the prosecutor first looked up at the shriveled little girl, then seemed a little uncertain.
He looked at her several times and finally hesitated for a moment before writing down the word "female".
"Wait, you…Don't come out. Maybe, he's just... You don't know how to write?"
Vivian quickly lowered her head and whispered to comfort the other her who was cursing at the prosecutor in her spiritual space.
"What is it? Were you talking to me just now?" The prosecutor asked in confusion.
He saw that the little girl opposite him seemed to be muttering something. At the same time, he wrapped his clothes. For some reason, he suddenly felt a chill.