Noire Cheat Table — La

Detective Cole Phelps didn’t remember installing a cheat table.

The first time he used it was on a jittery gas station attendant named Leo, who was clearly hiding something about the morphine thefts. Phelps clicked the usual Truth button. Leo’s face twitched, then settled into a perfect, uncanny stillness. The model didn’t move. But a text box appeared in the air, white-on-black like a terminal: [CHARACTER_INTENT: GUILTY. HIDING MURDER WEAPON IN TRASH CAN BEHIND LOT B.] la noire cheat table

He opened it.

Phelps didn't know if that was a lie.

And there, floating in the null space, were the other Cole Phelpses. Detective Cole Phelps didn’t remember installing a cheat

He opened his inventory.