Zuo Dao came to an interrogation room with anxiety. His treatment was not as exaggerated as that of Blood Owl. He was not handcuffed or shackled, and there was no need to lock him in his seat. It seems that for prisoners like Zuo Dao, the warden feels that the electric shock wheel plus the divine mist are enough.
Waiting is annoying. It is clear that the warden wants to see Zuo Dao, but he still asks Zuo Dao to wait there first. Of course, this is excusable. The prisoners have plenty of time to waste. While they have lost all power, Obligations basically no longer exist. But the warden is very busy and has many things to do every day.
Jefferson came to the interrogation room without letting Zuo Dao wait for too long. As soon as he entered, he waved the prison guard out, quickly walked to the opposite side of Zuo Dao and sat down, and said straight to the point: "I have a few questions to ask. I hope You can answer truthfully."
"Wait a minute." Zuo Dao's bargaining instinct began to kick in: "If I answer truthfully, will I get any benefits?"
At this moment, Zuo Dao should ask such a question, because he is already a prisoner. It makes no difference to him whether he answers or not, except that the warden can promise him some vested interests, such as every If you answer a question, you can get a Happy Family Bucket, or if you answer it, you can get a lifetime free unlimited supply of pillows.
And Jefferson, a wily and considerate person, would naturally give Zuo Dao a good reason: "The good thing is that when you walk out of this interrogation room later, you don't have to go directly to the coffin to soak."
Zuo Dao revealed his true colors in a second and put on a flattering smile: "Warden, if you have anything to say, just give me orders. I will definitely tell you everything. In fact, how can I ask for any benefit from you? Since I admired your majestic figure on the day I was imprisoned. My admiration for you is like the endless flow of the river, and like the Yellow River that is overflowing and out of control... "
Over the years, Jefferson has been admired by countless people. His ability to secure the position of warden relies not only on his strong ability, but also on his outstanding talents. He has dealt with cruel murderers, wild beast-like out-of-control people, high-end criminals who are as smart as demons, extremely charismatic thinkers, and even mutants whose mental state has completely separated from human beings, etc...
Judging from Jefferson's experience and intuition, the heretic in front of him could be ranked in the top three of the most cunning criminals he has ever seen.
Generally speaking, a guy who is strong on the outside but hard on the inside is like a chestnut roasted with sugar. When the shell is peeled off, it is crispy on the inside. But this is not the case. "Strong on the outside but hard on the inside" can also be a disguise. You think he is crispy. If you bite it down, the core part may be so hard that it can break your teeth.
"Do you know Blood Owl?" This was Jefferson's first question.
He didn't beat around the bush. Facing people like Zuo Dao who think quickly, going straight to the point is more effective. At least it will shorten the time for the other party to think, which may expose flaws.
Although Zuo Dao's quick wit is not as good as that of the consultant, he is much stronger than the blood owl. The five words that came out of Jefferson's mouth were enough to provide him with a lot of information.
First, about the prison guards. At least the prison guards in the high-level detention area are not as idle as they appear on the surface.
Zuo Dao thought: The reason why Jefferson asked such a question must be because he knew that I, Xue Xiao, and Yan Kong were in contact. This kind of information must have been conveyed upwards by the prison guards. Those guys usually seemed like they were doing nothing but wandering around and deserting. In fact, they were still observing. Maybe not every prison guard was observing, but someone was definitely doing surveillance work.
Secondly, it can be inferred from Jefferson's question that he is very concerned about Blood Owl and knows quite a lot about it. The question "Do you know Blood Owl" should be more complete and specific. It should be "You know Blood Owl outside the prison, right?" ", why would he ask that? Because he knew that the madman Blood Owl was difficult to get close to, just because of his personality. It is estimated that after more than a month since the blood lord was imprisoned, there will not be a few people who were torn to pieces by him after just saying a word. Is there the kind of prisoner who winked at him or spit in front of him and was poisoned? It’s hard to say…
A paper-level ability user like me is on a completely different level from the Blood Owl, but I quickly became involved with him and Yan Kong. If we said we hit it off, no one would believe it.
But Jefferson would not have known about the reverse cross. Because I never explicitly stated that I was a member of the Reverse Cross after I was arrested, and according to Tianyi, even if the tea fairy could infer that I was a member of the Reverse Cross from the crimes I committed, he couldn’t do it at the moment. To get involved in this matter, he might not even know about my arrest.
As for Blood Owl, he can't even be considered a member of the Anti-Cross. Judging from his contacts in the past few days, he didn't know what the "Reverse Cross" was when he entered prison.
Therefore, even if Jefferson has great hands and eyes, it is impossible for him to think that I deliberately entered the Tidal Prison to help the Blood Owl complete the escape and rescue operation. This kind of thing is incredible even when I think about it...
Only five seconds passed when Zuo Dao thought about this. During these five seconds, his evil eyes drifted uncertainly, he rubbed his nose, cleared his throat, and farted loudly in this room of less than five square meters. , and then said two words: "I know you."
Jefferson was startled at that time. As steady as he was, he almost wanted to overturn the table.
Out of instinct, Jefferson moved his hand to his nose: "Really... He is a very difficult person to get along with. You should know what I mean."
"Really?" Zuo Dao started to pretend to be stupid: "No, I think he is easy to get along with, he is amiable, approachable, and helpful... "
"I'm warning you to stop." Jefferson interrupted.
There is no pressure on Zuo Dao to tell lies, but he is also very aware of current affairs and knows how to follow the warden's words: "Maybe some of his actions and his appearance will cause others to misunderstand."
"The 'behavior' you mentioned, could it be something like... the Blood Owl drowned the baby during a baptism and then ate him in the chapel." Jefferson continued.
Zuo Dao thought to himself, as expected of the warden, the example he gave was so apt, but he still chose to change the topic verbally: "Well, I used to be an intermediary. You should be able to find out this, and probably I've already checked it out. At the beginning of this year, in Venice, I had a cooperation with Blood Owl. Of course, he took the initiative to come to me at that time, but I didn't have the courage to take the initiative to develop customers like this."
Zuodao's answer is convincing because it is true.
Jefferson also took it as the truth, but this could only explain why he and the blood owl could live in harmony, but it could not explain Yan Kong's behavior.
"So, do you know Yan Kong too?" Jefferson asked his second question.
Zuo Dao screamed in his heart, this question was very dangerous and he had to think carefully before answering.
It was already the fifth day that he and the blood owl arrived in the same detention area, and it was only the day before yesterday that he "became a disciple" of Yan Kong. Today is the day when Hell Island floats. The warden should be very busy, but he still takes the time to bring himself up for interrogation. It can be seen that the contact with "Yan Kong" is what prompted the warden to have this conversation. reason.
According to the old man's self-report, he was one of the Ten Heavenly Guards before he was imprisoned. His name, Yan Kong, was among the only few mad masters on the earth at that time. Judging from the fact that the blood owl wanted to learn energy knowledge from him, it was probably not a lie.
Now that Jefferson was asking this question, if he answered that he knew him, it would probably be like farting again with his mouth. After all, when the old man went to prison, he might not have been born yet. But if the answer is that he doesn't know him, Jefferson will immediately ask the next question, why does Yan Kong want to associate with a person with paper-level abilities like you? What talents do you have that attract the attention of an expert like Yan Kong
Zuo Dao still spent five seconds to take his sockless feet out of his shoes, and then performed some menstrual hygiene with his fingers. A smell of salted fish wafted into the interrogation room...
"Actually... he said that I look like his long-lost son..." Zuo Dao looked melancholy: "That year, he was seventeen years old..."
Jefferson tried hard to maintain his dignity and try not to let his expression change. The corners of his mouth still twitched involuntarily.
"I think you want to stay in a coffin for...a few weeks or so."
Zuo Dao quickly stopped his story: "Okay, okay, it was the Blood Owl who introduced us, okay?"
Jefferson only asked two questions, and he had a feeling that he couldn't get any truly meaningful information from this person. Once he asked... no, once he got close to the key question, the rightists would try their best to get around it. .
"Prison guard." Jefferson said with a slightly raised voice.
The prison guard outside quickly opened the door and came in.
Zuo Dao was shocked: He wouldn't really send the coffin, would he
"Take him back." Jefferson turned to Zuo Dao and said, "I think I have nothing more to ask."
Leaving behind such a meaningful dialogue, Jefferson left the interrogation room.
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Same time, Star County, Washington.
The consultant was dressed in casual sportswear, with a portable and improved version of Destiny hidden on his sleeve, jogging in the park.
After walking around the entire park, he bought a bottle of drink and sat down on a bench.
I took off mpx's headphones, wiped my sweat with a towel, drank half a bottle of tomato juice, and let out a long roar, which was as satisfying as having a can of cold beer after taking a shower.
Next to the consultant, there was an old man with gray hair sitting, feeding the pigeons.
This scene looks very ordinary, a young man taking a break after running in the park, and an old man basking in the sun and feeding pigeons. This is a scenario that happens almost every day.
But who knows, these two guys, one is the chief computer engineer of the Freedom Front, and the other is the chief strategist of the Counter Cross.
"Stay as cautious as before. Boy, the layout of the entire park has been imprinted in your mind. How many escape routes have you thought of?" Gates spoke first, without paying attention to the movements of his hands feeding the pigeons. To the average person, this was just a polite chat between two strangers on a bench.
The consultant drank the drink, his breathing gradually calmed down, and replied: "You are also very cautious. You brought a lot of bodyguards with you. The place where you ambush is also obscene enough. Are you afraid that I will cut off your head on a whim?"
"Hehehe..." Gates said with a smile: "Even if my brain is not as smart as yours, it is still one of the best in some fields. Wouldn't it be a pity to end up in the dust?"
"I'm very confused, why did the Freedom Front send you to meet with me, just because we have a cooperative relationship? Or... are you there, more than just an engineer?" the consultant said.
"Is it weird for me to join the decision-making team?" Gates asked rhetorically.
The consultant smiled: "Whatever, I've never taken your organization seriously and I'm not interested."
"So... have you already joined another organization?" Gates' eyes were obviously different: "No wonder he suddenly hacked into our system yesterday and made so many unreasonable demands. I thought it was another so-called one from you. 'Testing' or pranking you." Gates paused, then continued: "The system you are using was probably written by a warlock. Although I am very reluctant to do so, I have to admit that if the system he wrote has the ability to easily break it matrix."
The consultant asked: "So what?"
"And I think it's not just a software problem, the hardware is also amazing. I still can't find out what you used when you invaded..." Gates sprinkled a lot of pigeon food: "The organization you joined is very strong. Ah, not only can I win over warlocks, but I can also win over you who originally declined the invitation from the Freedom Front. Is it Steel Commandment?"
"What do you think?" The consultant did not answer, but asked.
"Hehehe..." Gates smiled: "In my opinion, unless that arrogant boy has fallen, he will never join a stupid organization like the Steel Commandment that uses religious beliefs to increase cohesion."
"Faith is like the love between a prostitute and a whore." The consultant continued: "It is just a cheaper means of slavery than politics. It has been used as a brainwashing tool in the hands of the ruling class since decades ago. Its entire system is based on lies, false stories, false characters, false promises.
Fortunately, after the industrial revolution, human beings gradually moved towards a scientific development path. The improvement of the political system made religion gradually fade out of the mainstream political stage. Except for a few bare-butt and non-literate areas, they still use this set of things as political power. , most people have recognized the reality. Religion gradually transformed into something similar to social customs or entertainment activities. It is no longer 'truth'. The consultant shuddered: "Sorry, the words religious belief and truth appear in the same sentence and it makes my skin crawl." "
"Okay, I know you are an agnostic, and you don't have to call religious people worthless," Gates said.
The consultant shrugged: "In the eyes of those firm believers, people without faith are not human beings, but beasts. They are eager to save those atheists and enter their imaginary paradise together." He took a sip of tomato juice: " Someone once said that science is just a kind of belief. Therefore, my point of view is that these people are not human beings, and I do not bother to save them, so as not to lower the lower limit of the IQ of all mankind."
"Huh... well, obviously you haven't changed, you are still the same self-righteous and poisonous boy." Gates said: "Suggest I ask, which organization do you belong to?"
The consultant only replied with three words: "Reverse Cross."
"Oh, no wonder you have such an evaluation of Steel Commandment..." Gates said: "You are a Satanist, right..."
"This is my attitude toward all religions," the consultant replied. "This symbol does not represent any religious belief."
"So...are you the leader of the Anti-Cross?" Gates said.
"Me? Haha..." The consultant smiled: "You don't understand this organization very well. In fact, the Inverse Cross shouldn't be called an organization. There is only one person who can do our boss, and no one else on this planet can do it." , even if he has three heads and six arms, can breathe fire, eat hammers, and has an IQ so high that his brains flow out of his ears every day, there is no way he can stay as the leader of the reverse cross... um... for more than an hour."
"Why? That chair is too painful?"
"No, the reason is because of our members. I don't want to reveal too much. To put it simply...a group of people who are mentally and physically abnormal." The consultant thought for a few seconds before finding a word to replace the word pervert.
"You got yourself into it."
"I'm not normal." The consultant said: "Okay, there are too many things to discuss about me. You already know the name of my organization, so you don't think you left empty-handed. The conditions I proposed online yesterday, what do you think?"
Gates smiled and said: "I see..." He finally finished the pigeon food, clapped his hands, pressed his knees, and stood up.
At this moment, all the pigeons that had gathered around the bench took off. After a large area of gray, Gates' figure disappeared.
The consultant was left sitting there alone, with a sneer on his lips, knowing in his heart that the reason why the pigeons would fly was because of the murderous intention that was difficult to conceal.
"You'd better come with us and talk in detail." A hand was placed on the consultant's shoulder, and the speaker's voice was very hoarse and low.
The consultant turned around and saw his own face.
The mirror-faced man is still wearing a dark outfit that doesn't reveal even an inch of skin, and a mirror mask.
"I advise you not to try to resist. I know that Tianyi has taught you things like how to use energy. Your Thread of Truth is also a very convenient ability when killing people. But if you think you can fight me and gain the upper hand, then What a huge mistake." The meaning of Jing Mian's words is very clear, you have fallen into my hands, and you will suffer consequences if you act rashly.
The consultant is a smart man, he knows when to give up resistance, "Hey..." He drank all the tomato juice in the bottle: "So I said, I don't want to go out in the field..."
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