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Kieran lifted his foot and allowed the interrogator to crawl up.

She wiped her swollen face and carefully glanced at Kieran before she headed to the north section of the same floor.

Up until now, the interrogator was still a little bit blurry.

She didn't know how the situation turned into this or how the man before her eyes hit her with his kicks.

She should be formless, incapable of receiving physical attacks, but the pain in her face reminded her what she should do.

Soon, they reached a certain row of book racks in the north section. The interrogator then presented a book to Kieran.

"This is the book," she said softly.

"Just one?" Kieran frowned after simply flipping through it.

The amount was far less than he expected, and the book he held wasn't a specialized one about the Index of Eat, but just a random book that recorded cooking utensils.

"Em, there is only one book in the whole second floor." The interrogator nodded.