Sinmonger Chapter 19: Two parties contact

Volume VIII, The Earth Shattering]Chapter 19 The Contact

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Chapter 19 Contacts

Zuo Dao came to an interrogation room with trepidation. He was not treated as exaggeratedly as the blood owl, and he did not deliberately put handcuffs and shackles, and he did not need to be locked in his seat. It seems that for prisoners like Zuo Dao, the warden feels that the combination of the shock wheel and the mist is enough.

Waiting is irritating. Obviously the warden wants to see Zuo Dao, but Zuo Dao waits at the place first. Of course, this is excusable. Prisoners have time to waste, and they are losing all power. At the same time, the obligation basically does not exist. But the warden is very busy, and it can be said that he has a lot of time to manage.

Jefferson didn't let Zuo Dao wait too long before he came to the interrogation room. As soon as he came in, he waved the prison guards to go out, walked quickly to the opposite side of Zuo Dao and sat down, and said straight to the point: "I have a few questions to ask. Ask, I hope you can answer truthfully."

"Wait." Zuo Dao's bargaining instinct began to kick in: "If I answer truthfully, will I gain anything?"

At this moment, Zuo Dao should ask such a question, because he is already a prisoner, there is no difference for him to answer or not to answer, except that the warden can promise him some vested interests, For example, you can get a happy family bucket for each question you answer, or you can get a lifetime free unlimited supply of pillows after you answer it.

And Jefferson, a wily and thoughtful person, will naturally give Zuo Dao a good reason: "The advantage 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 form in a second, and put on a flattering smile: "Warden, you can tell me what you want, and I will tell you everything in the future. In fact, how can I ask you for anything? Ah, since the day I was imprisoned, I looked up to your majesty, and my admiration for you is like a surging river, like the flooding of the Yellow River out of control..."

Over the years, Jefferson has seen countless people, and his ability to sit firmly in the position of warden depends not only on his strong ability, but also on his outstanding talents. He has dealt with ruthless murderers, violent beast-like out-of-control people, high-end criminals who are smart and close to demons, charismatic thinkers, and even mutants whose mental state has completely separated from human beings, etc...

Judging from Jefferson's experience and intuition, the leftist in front of him can rank in the top three among the most cunning prisoners he has ever seen.

The general kind of guy who is strong on the outside and dry in the middle is like a chestnut fried in sugar. When the shell is peeled off, the inside is crispy; but this is not the case with this leftist. Yes, I took a bite, and the core part might be hard enough to break your teeth.

"You know a blood owl?" This was Jefferson's first question.

He didn't beat around the bush. In the face of someone like Zuo Dao who has a fast brain, the effect of going straight is better, at least it can shorten the time for the other party to think, and maybe it will reveal flaws.

Although Zuo Dao's quick wit is not as good as that of a consultant, he is much stronger than the blood owl. The five words that popped out of Jefferson's mouth are enough to provide him with a lot of information.

First, about the prison guards. At least those prison guards in the high-level detention area are not as idle as they seem.

Zuo Daoxin said: The reason why Jefferson asked such a question must be that he knew that I, Xue Xiao, and Yan Kong had contact. This kind of information must have been conveyed upward by the prison guards. Those guys usually don't seem to be doing anything except wandering around and deserting. In fact, they are still watching. Maybe not every prison guard is watching, but there must be someone doing surveillance work.

Secondly, it can be inferred from Jefferson's question that he is very concerned about and understands blood owls. The question "You know blood owls" should be more complete and specific. It should be "You know blood owls outside the prison." Owl, right?" Why did he ask that? Because he knew that a madman like Xue Xiao was difficult to approach, and the reason for his personality was obvious there. It is estimated that after more than a month after the blood owl was imprisoned, there would not be a small number of people who were torn to shreds by him after saying a word. Is there any prisoner who winked at him and spit in front of him and was poisoned? It's hard to say...

A paper-level capable person like me is basically at two different levels from Xue Xiao, but he and Yan Kong quickly become one. If we say that we hit it off right away, I am afraid no one will believe it.

But Jefferson wouldn't know about the reverse cross. Because I have never clearly stated that I am a member of the Reverse Cross after my arrest, and according to Tianyi, even if the tea fairy can infer from the crime I committed that I am a member of the Reverse Cross, he can't do anything right now. Involved in this matter, he may not even know the news of my arrest.

As for the blood owl, he can't be regarded as a member of the Reverse Cross. Judging from the contacts in the past few days, he didn't know what the "Reverse Cross" was when he entered the prison.

Therefore, even if Jefferson's hands and eyes are open to the sky, it is impossible for him to think that I deliberately entered the Tide Prison to help the blood owl escape and rescue the blood owl. I think this kind of thing is unbelievable...

Zuo Dao thought of this, only five seconds passed. During these five seconds, his thief eyes drifted, rubbed his nose, cleared his throat, and put it in this room less than five square meters. After a loud fart, he opened his mouth and said two words: "I know."

Jefferson was stunned at the time, as steady as he was, and a little wanted to overturn the table.

Instinctively, Jefferson's hand moved to his nose: "Really...he's a very difficult person, you should know what I mean."

"Really?" Zuo Dao began to play stupid: "No, I think he is easy to get along with, amiable, approachable, helpful..."

"I warn you to stop in moderation," Jefferson interrupted.

There is no pressure on Zuo Dao to speak nonsense, but he is also very aware of current affairs, and he knows that he must follow the words of the warden: "It may be that some of his behavior and his appearance will cause some misunderstandings."

"Could the 'behavior' you're talking about 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 is so apt, but he chose to leave the topic verbally: "Well, I used to be a middleman, you should be able to find out, And it is very likely that I have already checked. At the beginning of this year, in Venice, I had a cooperation with the blood owl. Of course, he came to me at that time, and I did not have the courage to take the initiative to develop a client like this. "

Zuo Dao's answer is convincing because it is true.

Jefferson also took it as the truth for the time being, but this can only explain why he and Xue Xiao can get along in harmony, but cannot explain Yan Kong's behavior.

"Then, Yan Kong, you know him too?" Jefferson threw a second question.

Zuo Dao cried out in his heart. This question is very dangerous, and he has to think carefully before answering it.

It has been the fifth day since he and Xue Xiao came to the same detention area, and it was only the day before yesterday that they "worshiped" under Yan Kong's door. Today is the day on the island of hell, the warden is supposed to be very busy, but he still deliberately took 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-reported, he was one of the ten heavenly guards before he was imprisoned. At that time, there were only a few mad masters on the earth, and his name was Yan Kong. Judging from the fact that the blood owl has to learn about energy from him, it is probably not a lie.

Now that Jefferson asked this question, if he answered yes, it would be like a fart with his mouth. After all, when the old man was in prison, he might not have been born yet. But if you don't know the answer, Jefferson will immediately ask the next question, why does Yan Kong want to be with a paper-level capable person like you? What can you do to attract the attention of someone like Yan Kong?

It still took Zuo Dao five seconds to stick his unsocked feet out of his shoes, and then did some physical hygiene with his fingers. A smell of salted fish drifted into the interrogation room...

"Actually... He said that I look like his long-lost son..." Zuo Dao looked melancholy: "That year, he was seventeen..."

Jefferson tried to maintain his majesty, trying not to change his expression, but the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"I think you want to go to the coffin for a few weeks..."

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 really meaningful information out of this person. Once he asked... no, once he got close to the key question, Zuo Dao would Will try to get around it.

"Prisoner." Jefferson raised his voice slightly.

The guards outside quickly pushed open the door and entered.

Zuo Dao was shocked: You won't really be sent to the coffin, will you?

"Take him back." Jefferson turned to Zuo Dao again, "I don't think I need to ask any further."

Leaving such a statement in a sentence, Jefferson left the interrogation room.

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At the same time, Star County, Washington.

Advisor, dressed in casual sportswear with a portable modified version of Destiny hidden in his sleeves, is jogging in the park.

After about a circle around the entire park, he bought a bottle of drink and sat down on a bench.

Take off mpx's earphones, wipe off sweat with a towel, gulped down half a bottle of tomato juice, and then let out a long whistle, as if having a can of cold beer after taking a shower is so enjoyable.

Beside the consultant sat an old gray-haired man feeding the pigeons.

This scene looks very ordinary, a young man resting for a while after a run in the park, and an old man basking in the sun and feeding pigeons. This is a scenario that is possible 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 Inverse Cross.

"You're still as cautious as you used to be, boy, the floor plan of the entire park has already been imprinted in your mind, have you thought of a few escape routes?" Gates spoke first, and the action of feeding the pigeons in his hand also I didn't listen to it. In the eyes of ordinary people, it 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 have brought a lot of bodyguards, and the ambush place is vulgar enough, are you afraid that I will cut off your head on a whim? ?"

"Hehehe..." Gates laughed: "Even if my brain is not as smart as yours, in some fields, it's one of the best, and it's a pity that it's dusty?"

"I'm rather puzzled, why did Freedom Frontline send you to meet me, just because we had a partnership? Or...you're more than just an engineer over there?" the consultant said. .

"Is it weird that I join the decision-making team?" Gates asked rhetorically.

The consultant smiled: "Whatever, I've never looked down on your organization, and I'm not interested."

"So...have you already joined another organization?" Gates' eyes were obviously different: "No wonder it suddenly hacked into our system yesterday and made so many unreasonable demands, I thought it was another One of your so-called 'tests' or a prank on you." Gates paused for a while, then continued: "The system you use was written by a warlock. Although I am very unwilling, I have to admit that if he wrote the system, there is This ability can easily break through the matrix."

Consultant: "So what?"

“And I think it’s not only a software problem, but the hardware is also amazing. I still can’t find out what you used when you hacked…” Gates spilled a lot of pigeon food again: “You join The organization is very strong, it can not only win over the warlock, but also win over you who declined the invitation from the Free Frontier, is it the Steel Commandment?"

"What do you think?" The consultant asked instead of answering.

"Hehehe..." Gates smiled: "In my opinion, unless the arrogant kid once has fallen, he will never join the Iron Commandment, a stupid organization that uses religious belief to increase cohesion. ."

"Faith is like the love between a **** and a whore." The consultant continued: "It's just a means of slavery that is cheaper than politics, and has been used as a brainwashing tool in the hands of the ruling class since decades ago. to use. Its entire system is based on lies, false stories, false characters, false promises.

Fortunately, after the Industrial Revolution, human beings have gradually moved towards a scientific development path. The improvement of the political system has gradually faded religion out of the mainstream political arena. Except for a few areas with bare buttocks and no words, they are still using this kind of thing in power. Other than playing tricks, most people recognize the truth. Gradually transforming religion into something akin to social custom or entertainment. It is no longer 'truth'. The consultant shuddered: "I'm sorry, but the words religious belief and truth appear in the same sentence, which makes me horrified. "

"Okay, I know you're agnostic, and you don't have to call those religious people worthless," Gates said.

The consultant shrugged: "In the eyes of those staunch believers, those without faith are not humans, but beasts. They are eager to save those atheists and enter their imagined paradise together." He took a sip of tomato Juice: "Some people once said that science is just a belief. So, my point of view is that these people are not human, and I don't care to save them, so as not to lower the lower limit of the IQ of all mankind."

"Phew... well, obviously you haven't changed, you're still the self-righteous vicious tongue boy." Gates said: "I suggest that I ask, which organization do you belong to?"

The consultant responded with only three words: "Reverse cross."

"Oh, no wonder your evaluation of the Steel Commandments is like this..." Gates said: "You are Satanists, aren't you..."

"This is my attitude towards all religions." The consultant replied, "The logo does not represent any religion either."

"So...are you the leader of the Reverse Cross?" Gates said.

"Me? Hehe..." The consultant smiled: "You don't know much about this organization. In fact, the Inverse Cross shouldn't be called an organization. Only one person can be our boss, no one on this planet. No one else, even if he has three heads and six arms, can breathe fire, can eat a hammer, and his IQ is so high that his brains run out of his ears every day, he can't stay in the position of the leader of the reverse cross... um... more than an hour ."

"Why? That chair is so annoying?"

"No, the reason is because of our members. I don't want to reveal too much. Simply put... a group of people who are physically and mentally abnormal." The consultant thought for a few seconds before finding a sentence to replace the perverted two. Character.

"You scolded yourself."

"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 can't go home empty-handed. I raised it online yesterday. conditions, what do you think?"

Gates laughed, "I see..." He finally finished eating the pigeons, clapped his hands, pressed his knees, and stood up.

At this moment, all the pigeons ~IndoMTL.com~ gathered around the bench flew up, and after a large gray area, Gates disappeared.

Leaving the advisor sit there alone, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, knowing in his heart that the doves will fly because of an unconcealed murderous aura.

"You better come with us and talk about it 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 face is still wearing a dark costume that does not reveal half an inch of skin, and wearing a mirror mask.

"I advise you not to try to resist, I know that Tianyi has taught you things like energy use, and your line of truth is also a very handy ability when killing people, but if you feel that you can fight me and have the upper hand , that's a big mistake." Jinglian's remarks are very clear, your kid has already fallen into my hands, and you will suffer if you act rashly.

The consultant is a smart person. He knows when to give up resistance. "Hey..." he drank the tomato juice from the bottle: "So I said, I don't want to go out to work..."

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