"Name?"
"Xu Le."
"Citizenship number?"
"SLAT510200431X."
"Position?"
"Technical Director of the Seventeenth Armored Division of the First Federal Military Region."
"level?"
"Assistant teacher."
"Please briefly describe your relevant resume, especially the part before the sixty-five years of the constitutional calendar."
Hearing this sentence, Xu Le, who had been answering questions calmly, finally had a different reaction. He raised his head and squinted at the FBI agents across the table, as if he wanted to learn from these agents. Their expressions capture their truest purpose.
The part before the sixty-five years of the constitutional calendar? Xu Le frowned and fell into memory.
At that time, I was still an ordinary teenager on Donglin Bell Tower Street, and my daily boring life was divided into two parts, one was in the repair shop on Xianglan Avenue, and the other was in the operation room next to the abandoned mine. At that time, I had very few friends, such as Li Wei and others, and close relatives, such as uncle. At that time, the sky in Donglin was the same as the sky in Donglin now. It was far less blue than S1. It was rare to see a few stars at night. Filtered by the atmosphere like a woollen lens, it was always hazy like an oil painting.
"I was born in a small town called Guangming, which is about seven hours away from the state capital. Because of the frequent occurrence of mudslides, Guangming Town cancelled the relevant educational institutions many years ago. Enlisted in the army, entered Donglin, and became a mine maintenance soldier. My team all died because of a geological disaster..."
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and frowned, recalling the years when he really belonged to him, but he told a completely different story without any hesitation. It was the resume arranged for him by the uncle, a tragic story of a soldier in Donglin's pit. .
In that story, the Donglin squatting soldier named Xu Le was discharged from the army because of the accident. After receiving the allowance from the Ministry of Defense, he entered the Ewha University in Linhai Prefecture to audit. A professor discovered his talent in machine repair and was successfully admitted to the federal largest The Nutshell Motor Company was assigned to the Institute.
As for the subsequent development of this story, no one in today's federation does not know, so Xu Le himself does not need to repeat it.
"It has always been said that Miss Jian Shui'er is a disaster star."
The FBI agent across the table spread his hands and said with emotion: "Colonel Xu Le, after seeing your resume, I understand why you are a couple."
Xu Le smiled. Back then, the uncle hacked into the federal central computer to modify the database. Although he constructed a perfect story, he could not do anything about the investigation in the real world. As a result, the illusory existences in the surrounding environment continued to die mysteriously, change into became the only option for the development of the story.
"Can you tell me about the town called Guangming?"
An FBI officer had been sitting in the shadows, unable to see his face, except for a slightly deformed jaw and a pale to translucent complexion. It was clear that the officer held a high position in the FBI, and when he spoke, the interrogation room was quiet.
In absolute silence, Xu Le looked at the person in the shadows, frowned and said: "I have no interest in recalling, if you want to get the answer you need from the question and answer in the old scenic house in the town, there is no possible."
The FBI's attitude towards him was very mild, and he didn't have the cold face when interrogating ordinary prisoners.
"Colonel Xu Le... We met before, in Qingcheng Prison."
The shadowy FBI officer stood up slowly, the light shining on his pale cheeks, an extremely thin face, the lower half of the face twisted and deformed as if by a great force It was shattered, but it was put back together again, looking extremely terrifying.
Xu Le stared at this face and said after a moment of silence, "I remember you, you are the director of the fourth division of the FBI."
After the man coughed twice, he stared at him coldly: "You have changed from a murderer to a federal hero, but I am still the director of the Fourth Division. But I don't care about these official positions, I just want to know, you are now It fell into my hands again... will you regret the impulse at that time."
"No, I regret that I didn't kick you to death at the time." Xu Le shrugged and said, "I must remind you, Mr. Director, that the old grudge between you and me has nothing to do with this assistance in the investigation."
"I'm not a person who seeks personal vengeance."
The senior FBI officer who had been kicked unconscious by Xu Le stared at him angrily and roared: "But I insist that you are a murderer!"
"When the whole federation thinks you are a hero, I still think you are a murderer. As for whether you belong to Qinglong Mountain or whose family, it is not my concern."
Xu Le was silent.
"In addition, I must remind you very seriously that the story you just told will be investigated by many people, and my most trusted subordinate has now arrived in Donglin."
The director of the fourth department looked at him and said in a cold voice, "If you tell a big lie, you want the whole world to be deceived forever... This can only be wishful thinking!"
"I don't understand what you are talking about." Xu Le replied.
The head of the fourth department smiled, and the twisted cheek looked even more terrifying. He picked up the white and dust-free gloves and walked out of the room. Immediately afterwards, the agents' questioning without any emotional fluctuations sounded again in the room.
"Colonel Xu Le, can you recall, when you were in the Donglin Army, which agencies in the garrison area did you have contact with?"
"Colonel Xu Le, do you have any impression of the specific coordinates for maintaining the mine tunnel?"
Xu Le answered these questions somewhat mechanically, and his eyes followed the disappearing figure of the deputy director and fell on the mirror that occupied the entire wall.
He knows that this kind of mirror is a one-way glass. The people over there can see him, but he can't see the other side. Just like the current situation, he knows what methods those big men are going to use to deal with him, but he can't see through their hands. holding chips.
More importantly, who is looking at himself behind the mirror at this time
Behind the mirror of the interrogation room is a room of about seven or eight square meters, which is filled with various instruments, and the sensitive radio system can clearly transmit the voice of Xu Le's answering words next door.
The jaw was twisted and the pale-skinned director of the fourth department's cold and sharp gaze, through the one-way glass, landed on Xu Le's seemingly undisturbed face. Hearing the answers that were about to be memorized, he reached out his hand to close it. After opening the sound channel, he waved to the front.
The FBI agent walked in with a man in custody. The man was wearing a police officer uniform, with gray hair and haggard and tired eyes. From the subtle body language, it was obvious that he was panic and nervous.
"Don't be nervous, the government needs your help." The director of the fourth division of the General Office coldly pointed behind the mirror and asked, "Have you seen that person?"
The gray-haired, old-looking police officer squinted his eyes for a long time and said in shock, "See... Of course... I have."
He looked at the director of the fourth division, and said in a trembling voice, "Is there Colonel Xu Le?"
"Think about it, I'm asking you if you've seen this person in your area before." The director of the fourth division of the general office said coldly.
"Should... No, I have no impression." The police officer said in a trembling voice, "How could Colonel Xu Le appear in my district?"
"What's your name?" The director of the fourth division of the general department stared at him coldly.
"Bao Longtao."
A middle-aged woman in an ordinary floral dress came to the room with her hands clasped nervously. She watched the picture on the glass side for a long time seriously, and shrank her head in embarrassment and replied, "I seem to have seen it on TV."
"Is there a repair shop next to the grocery store you opened on Pandan Avenue? Is there an apprentice named Xu Le there?"
"That's not wrong... But that machine shop has been down for many years." The middle-aged woman explained seriously: "It seems that the chemical exploded and the boy died."
She twisted her uneasy fingers and said sadly: "That child is really pitiful. He laughs at everyone he sees on weekdays, and is diligent in his hands and feet. Whenever something happens, he is happy to ask him to help. Besides being diligent and capable, he can do anything. If it's broken, he can fix it."
"That's right." The middle-aged woman stared curiously at the federal officer at the table behind the mirror, rubbing her curly hair and said, "Have I seen this man on TV, it sounds like he looks like Lezi... However, No fun to look at."
A young curly-haired youth was rudely pushed into the room. He stood up straight in a panic, nervously not knowing where to put his hands and feet, and his face was flushed with excitement and fear.
He was just a little hooligan hanging out in the Donglin black market. Suddenly, he was arrested by the military and police with live ammunition. Then he came to Donglin in a spaceship that he never dared to expect, but the people always thought it was the capital of another world. The star circle, and then braved the wind and snow, was sent to this building.
Things came too fast, happened too fast, the curly-haired youth was completely unable to adapt, and still felt dizzy in his brain at this time.
The director of the fourth division looked at him quietly, instead of letting him recognize people through the glass, he directly held his collar, pushed open the not heavy door, and strode over.
The lights in the room were dim, Xu Le leaned against the seat, holding a delicious and fragrant coffee, chatting with the FBI agents.
The curly-haired youth stared blankly at the simple and familiar face under the light, thinking about the doubts he had when watching the news all these years, he was shocked and unable to speak, and subconsciously shouted: "Are you really... Brother Le?"
Xu Le raised his head, his pupils shrank slightly, and his body froze slightly. After a long silence, his eyebrows finally stretched into straight black eyebrows, looking at the still green face in the distance, he said with a smile, "Xiaoqiang, it's been a long time. not see."