Wood laughed and sarcastically said: "After chatting a few times, you have memorized more and more political terms, and you have used more and more intensive comparisons. It seems that you have read Mr. President's speech many times, right?"
Chen Yijiang scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Yes."
Wood sarcastically said: "Pabble's knife is quite fast, and he is not worried that the good meat that is not abscess will also be cut off by him."
Chen Yijiang hesitated for a moment and said, "There are always some inevitable sacrifices."
Editor-in-chief Bob has been silently smiling and drinking coffee happily. After hearing this, the smile on his face gradually faded, he put down the coffee cup, and said softly: "This is what I have said many times, and involuntary sacrifice cannot be called it. For sacrifice, it can be called being sacrificed, or... murder."
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Yijiang got off work. Editor-in-chief Bob and reporter Wood looked at the corpse of raindrops on the window, and their expressions became a little ugly.
The light in the room was suddenly bright and white, and it shone on the faces of the two journalists. Every wrinkle and the tiniest spot was so clearly illuminated that it was only then that the haggard and exhaustion on their faces could be clearly seen.
It has been more than a month since their personal freedom has been restricted by the federal government. The life of the prisoners is definitely not the luxurious afternoon tea time before. Their spiritual world is strong enough, and their bodies are about to collapse.
Behind the lights, which were so bright that it was impossible to doze off tiredness, were several officers of the Joint Investigation Department in black formal suits. They could not see their faces, but could only see vague outlines, and they could hear the sound of metal. A sharp, icy voice like friction.
"Citizen No.: SL654678932153, Bob. Citizen No.: SL655608352465, Wood. Your detention will be extended by seven days under Title IV, Subsection 77 of the Patriot Act."
"The Joint Investigation Department completed this reading in accordance with the Special Competence Act and the authorization of the Charter Bureau."
Wood blocked his eyes with his palm and roared angrily, "Why?"
The shadow behind the light replied without any mood swings: "Because the suspected crime is serious, the investigation matters are complicated, and the suspect is extremely uncooperative, it is necessary to extend the detention time limit to complete the investigation."
Wood angrily tugged at his tangled curls, thumped the table hard, and shouted, "Do you just want to keep us locked up like this?"
Sombra replied: "Of course not. According to the Act on Special Competence, the maximum detention period for the Joint Investigation Unit will not exceed one year."
Wood fell silent, rubbed his sunken eye sockets, and stopped talking.
The official in black formal suit sat down, his eyes fell on Wood's thin face with the dazzling incandescent light, took out the electronic record book, and asked in a deep voice: "Regarding the special report of the Capital District Daily, what did you personally accept from Sanlin? How much is Union Bank?"
There was no answer, only silence.
"Reporter Wood, your annual salary is more than ten times the average salary in the 70-year Press Association survey. How do you explain this? Can we interpret this as a transfer of benefits to you from Samlin United Bank?"
This question can be answered. The Federation can use a group of entertainment paparazzi to dig out many secret reporters of the Medellin Congressman. Only Wood is the only one who deserves the highest level of salary. However, editor Bob and Wood have answered this question so many times that they know it doesn't make any sense, so they remain silent.
"Editor-in-chief Bob, the next question is for you. Among all the editors-in-chief of the major newspapers in Old Newspaper Street, you are the only one who does not own a share in the newspaper, why? The Capital District Daily has three unnamed shareholders, is it your agent? What exactly are you trying to hide?"
They were bought by the Lee family who got paid too much. They were considered conspiracy without the newspaper’s shares. No matter how they explained it, they were wrong.
"The two are celebrities in the federal press. In fact, I have always respected you, but I never thought that you would sell your conscience for money."
The official behind the light sneered: "But please rest assured, the joint investigation department will never have any torture to extract confessions. I'm going to have a cup of coffee. Do you want to listen to a tune."
The tune is dance music, not graceful. The electronic sound is noisy and blended in a very narrow range. If they usually hear this dance music on the street, Bob and Wood will at most smile with thick tobacco and laugh in their hearts. The taste of the other party, but when the dance music is released at a volume beyond human capacity, it becomes the most unbearable torture.
The sound of the dance music had just started, and it was not tuned to the maximum. The officials had not yet left the interrogation room. Like a good student who loves to perform, Reporter Wood raised his right hand and shouted loudly: "I admit it! I admit it!"
Beside him, Editor-in-Chief Bob, with a very complicated expression, raised his left hand at some point and hurriedly shouted: "I raised my hand first, I admit that we did receive black gold from Sanlin United Bank and deliberately framed the president. ."
After saying this, the two looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. The so-called true warriors would never kick the stone in front of them, but would rather walk around the road. That's what they thought. of.
"Where's the money? What channel did you transfer the money through? Where did you meet with the people who are related to the Lee family? What time?"
Bob looked at Wood, thinking that you are the most famous reporter in the federal press, known for writing fast, and that this daunting task is left to you.
Wood swallowed hard, propping his forehead wearily, trying to make up a perfect story that couldn't be easily debunked.
However, the most critical problem is that the two of them have never received bribes from Sanlin United Bank, and they have not even met privately with people from the Lee family. a real thing.
The officer in black formal suit looked at the two of them with a sneer and walked out of the interrogation room. The volume of the dance music, which was even scarier than the noise, grew louder and louder.
Bob and Wood looked at each other and confirmed that the federal government didn't want to hear too much at all, and just wanted to torture themselves. They couldn't help but smile bitterly. The seemingly joyful and witty prison life was actually full of endless pain.
Amid the noise, the two best news reporters in the Federation held their heads pale and slumped in their chairs in pain. They knew that the dance music would stop in half an hour, and there would be no injuries at that time, even lawyers. There is no way to file a complaint with the government on their behalf.
A thin plastic bag was placed on his head, and the deformed face inside opened his mouth wide to breathe in panic, but he could only breathe the air spit out from his lungs, which became more and more turbid and lifeless.
The man whose head was sealed by the plastic bag struggled in pain, but he had no way to break the high-strength plastic rope tied to his limbs, let alone escape the control of the men beside him. It was not until he was about to suffocate that the plastic bag was removed, and then a basin of cold water was poured down.
Compared with what happened to Bob Wood, this scene in the secret interrogation room of the FBI branch in a state in S1 is obviously more cruel and cold-blooded.
The drenched man coughed and panted in pain, stared like a fish out of a pond, stared at the photo in front of him that he had seen many times, and cried, "Yes, yes. I remember it! He Youyou was talking to this person in the corner of the reception for a long time that day!"
The official holding the photo patted his face with a smile, walked to the interrogation room next door, looked at the woman in her thirties behind the desk with tears on her face, and said softly, "Your husband's closest colleague has already Having admitted that, do you have anything else to add?"
On the thirty-seventh constitutional calendar, the empire quietly planted several waves of seeds in the soil of the Federation, the most famous of which were of course Xu Le and Medellin, and in addition was an intelligence officer named He Youyou.
Because according to the federal investigation, it was he who handed over the top-secret itinerary of the ancient bell to the imperial people, which eventually led to the explosion. In other words, this imperial seed was the most critical person in Zhong Shouhu's death.
However, the real fact is that before he was arrested by the hardliners of the federal military, He Youyou had no idea that he was an imperial man. He was thirty-six years old, he had a waitress wife, and a lovely four-year-old daughter.
At this time, the woman behind the table in the interrogation room was He Youyou's wife, Roose. She stared at the official with frightened eyes and said in a trembling voice, "I don't know, I don't know anything, the person in the photo is really me. never seen."
The official's face quickly turned gloomy, and he slapped the table and yelled, "What are you trying to hide? Could it be that you are also colluding with the imperial people?"
Ross waved his palms in a panic, and said, "No, I have never seen an imperial man in my life, how could it be possible to collude with an imperial man?"
"Lie!" The official forced a cold voice: "Your husband He Youyou is from the Empire! How can you say that you haven't seen the Empire!"
Hearing that name, Rose felt extremely sad and cried out in pain, "That's not the case! When I met Youyou, he was not an imperial man, let alone an imperial spy, he just likes to eat my meal!"
"But he's an Imperial spy."
The official tore the woman's emotions indifferently and said, "The question now is, who woke up this imperial spy and instructed him to do such an ugly thing."
"The damned newspaper said that person was Ximen Jin, and those idiots in the society actually believed this statement, and they didn't even think about it, how could the great and invincible Tieqi Division officer, a trusted subordinate of General Shaoqing, be with him? The Imperials colluded."
The official's voice was cold and very intrusive, he stared into the woman's eyes and said, "If you don't recognize the real black finger behind the scenes, Tie Qi Division, General Shaoqing, and even Mr. President will all be humiliated for it. "
Without getting any answer, the waitress Rose just shivered, vaguely feeling that this matter was terrifying, but didn't know what to say.