Lie Detector System Chapter 1

I was born with a built-in lie detector. Anyone who lies to me pays a price.

My parents claimed they didn't favor sons over daughters, that both were equally important.

The result? They became infertile, unable to have any more children.

My grandmother, distraught, adopted a boy. To ensure he grew up strong, she tricked me, telling me she would prick my head with needles to make me smarter.

Instead, the needles all ended up in her beloved grandson’s head. He became simple-minded.

Years later, my boyfriend proposed to me.

He swore he would love me forever, vowing to be struck down by lightning if he didn't.

And he was. Struck dead by lightning.

My ability was discovered by a socialite. She wanted me to test her boyfriend's fidelity.

The offer? Three million dollars.

Soon, I became a hot commodity in the elite circles. Everyone wanted my services.

I stared at the long string of numbers in my bank account. For the first time, I desperately wished there were more lies in this world.

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After high school graduation, I had just received my acceptance letter when my boyfriend knelt before me and proposed.

The crowd around us chanted, “Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!”

I looked at the cheap plastic ring in his hand, my voice even. “Do you truly love me?”

He nodded eagerly. “Yes, I love you!”

He held up three fingers. “I swear I’ll love you forever, or may I be struck down by lightning.”

I actually believed him, a sweet smile gracing my lips.

But then, the next second, the familiar buzz of the lie detector rang in my ears.

My smile faltered.

Immediately, the sky darkened. Thunder cracked, and lightning flashed.

My boyfriend looked up, bewildered. Someone in the crowd remarked, “Looks like rain.”

Then, I watched as a bolt of lightning struck him.

He remained in his kneeling position, utterly charred, his eyes wide and vacant.

The plastic ring in his hand, scorched black, rolled to the ground.

Just like his cheap affection, shattered to pieces.

“Ahhh! Someone’s dead!”

Disappointment flickered in my eyes. I turned and walked away, ignoring the screams behind me.

I stayed in my rental apartment for two days.

Just as I was about to cook some instant noodles, there was a knock at the door.

Opening it, I was surprised to find Penelope Ashworth, a well-known socialite from my school.

Penelope gestured to her two bodyguards, who pushed past me and entered.

I was forced onto the sofa, staring at her.

“Your boyfriend died, didn’t he?”

My expression shifted slightly. How rude. To just bluntly ask if someone’s dead.

Penelope lifted her chin. The bodyguards opened two cases, revealing stacks of cash.

“Luna Hayes, I know about your ability—that you can tell if someone is lying.”

“Help me test my boyfriend, and all this money is yours.”

I was very tempted, but a little hesitant. I warned her, “People might die, you know.”

Penelope’s voice rose. “Do you think I care? I’m perfect; how could he possibly not love me?”

The lie detector buzzed again. I sighed inwardly.

Penelope clearly cared a lot.

The next second, the lightbulb above her head fell.

A bodyguard quickly stepped in front of her, shielding her.

Penelope shrieked, scrambling to her feet, looking at me helplessly.

“See? You lied. You care very much about your boyfriend.”

I was born with this innate lie detector. Whenever someone lies to me, I hear a warning sound.

And then, that person pays a price, big or small.

Penelope’s eyes lit up even more. “Then help me! Do you want me to call him over? Here’s his contact information.”