In the interrogation room, through a layer of one-way glass, Charles saw Constantine sitting upright.
He sat under the pale light, on a chair with no armrests or backrest, his back straight. No matter what the interrogator on the other side said, there was no answer.
Just close your eyes and wait quietly.
"The old man is still stubborn." Someone asked: "Would you like to try the mind-reading music?"
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneer after hearing this.
Although the mind movement has amazing control over people, it is not omnipotent, and the timing of its use is most important. In a place like the interrogation room, Constantine's inner repulsion is definitely the strongest, and there is no possibility of implanting any hints into the other party. Take advantage of the opportunity.
Moreover, even if the hint is successfully implanted, Ye Qingxuan alone knows more than a dozen ways to deal with it.
The simplest thing is to perish together. Plant self-destructive hints in your mind in advance. Once the music theory of the heart movement music enters the brain, it will automatically stop the heart beating, cut off the oxygen supply to the brain, and disrupt the secretion of hormones in the body.
It only takes a few seconds to die quickly.
"it's useless."
Langdi shook his head and pointed at the back of Constantine's head: "He is the deputy commander of the Revolutionary Army. He controls the Revolutionary Army's intelligence network. I'm afraid he can't even count the number of shady things in his mind. Do you think he Is there really no countermeasures at all? Just look at his hairline and you will know."
In the pale light, under Constantine's sparse white hair and scalp, there are faint notes emerging.
"Forged from flesh and blood, have you seen it?"
Langdi said: "How cruel. He found someone to make his skull into an alchemical equipment. As long as certain conditions are met, it will activate on its own. And if it were me, I would also recommend him to buy double insurance. The package also included a 'brain bridge surgery' to artificially cut off the connection between the left and right brains. He had enough time to kill himself... "
He paused and said calmly: "Unless he wants to tell you, don't try to take anything out of his mouth. Give up, and hand him over to the people in the Tower of Judgment after dawn. Our mission is over. It’s done, even though it’s done badly. Damn, those bastards got offended again.”
Ye Qingxuan was silent and looked at Charles.
Charles stood blankly in front of the window, staring at Constantine silently.
As if aware of the sight behind the mirror, Constantine came back from his contemplation, opened his eyes, and looked over. The two of them stared at each other through the one-way mirror window with complicated eyes.
"I want to see him."
Charles turned back and looked at Wolf Flute: "Don't he want to see me? Let me go see him."
Without waiting for Wolf Flute to retort, he said: "If you want to take something out of his mouth before dawn, this is your only chance."
The wolf flute was silent and lit the cigarette. After smoking it, he threw the cigarette butt at his feet and crushed it out.
"Let him see you."
Langdi looked at the supervisor: "I will bear all the consequences."
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Five minutes later, the dark door suddenly opened.
Charles walked into the interrogation room from behind the door, and sat opposite Constantine under his gaze.
"Mr. Constantine..."
He scratched his hair, not knowing what to say. After a long time, he whispered: "I'm coming."
"Long time no see, Ciel."
It was clear that they had only not seen each other for a few hours, but Constantine's tone made people feel as if a long time had passed. There was no hatred in his tone, even though he already knew that Ciel was an undercover agent of the Holy City.
He looked at Ciel and nodded slowly: "The uniform is good."
"Thanks."
Ciel smiled reluctantly. Before coming, he was worried that Constantine had been tortured and humiliated, and that after Gaius' ruthless pursuit, he would be unable to bear his betrayal and fall into collapse.
But now, he seems to be fine.
Then I felt an inexplicable peace of mind.
At least he's alive.
In the silence, it was Constantine who broke it first.
He said, "You shouldn't have followed me."
"Um?"
Looking at Ciel's confused look, Constantine couldn't help but shake his head: "I mean, if you really want to fulfill your duties, you shouldn't follow me, and even if you have already followed me, you should have done it early. Get off the pirate ship."
His tone was calm, as if he was commenting on Ciel's work, with a hint of regret and regret:
"You have so many opportunities to sell me to Gaius and win his trust. If you want to know what he is doing, you should do this."
"… Feel sorry."
Charles was silent for a long time, looked at him and asked: "Sir, haven't you ever doubted me?"
"Of course I have doubts. I will doubt everyone around me."
Constantine smiled nonchalantly and stretched out his hand to make a smoking gesture. Charles took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for him.
The old man put his elbows on the table, smoked a cigarette, and puffed out the smoke, as if he was lamenting his life: "If you become the commander of the revolutionary army, you will know, Charles. No one in this world can Trust, everyone is an enemy. You can’t leave your back to anyone. You can’t take anyone lightly. Even if he is your old friend for decades, even Gaius... "
Charles was confused: "Then why would you let me..."
"Because you are the stupidest, Ciel."
Constantine sighed, "Where can there be an undercover agent as stupid as you? I put you next to me because you pose the least threat to me - even if you have ulterior motives."
"Yeah." Charles smiled self-deprecatingly: "I can't even be a musician, let alone such a high-tech job as an undercover agent. In fact, if there is a chance..."
"Ciel."
Constantine interrupted him and looked at him: "Stop talking."
The eyes were complex and pitiful, as if looking at a desperado standing on a cliff.
"Charle, being an undercover agent is hard work. It's like being a prisoner who chose to enter the prison. When you stand in the middle of the two sides, you will wonder where you are. Your soul is torn into two pieces. The feeling makes people want to go crazy. Become... like you are now."
He pinched off the cigarette and stared at the painful bloodshot eyes in Ciel's eyes.
Constantine stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand, and held down his wrist so that he could not dodge. The old man stared at the young man in front of him and said word by word:
"If you can't find a way to face them, let me teach you a way, Charles. - Drink some wine, find some medicine, find a better doctor, find a quality psychic musician , and then treat those things as a dream and forget them all.”
"forget?"
Ciel smiled sadly.
"Do you remember the joke I told you yesterday?"
Amid the sounds of alarms and reprimands, Constantine let go of his hand and returned to his chair: "Young people, don't be depressed by the temporary pain, because the days of pain will be long in the future..."