Volume 8: Stones and Swords: The Sky] Chapter 19: Two parties contact-

Chapter 19: Two parties contact

Zuo Dao came to an interrogation room with trepidation. He was not treated as exaggerated as Xue Xiao. He did not deliberately add handcuffs and shackles, nor did he need to lock him in his seat. It seems that for a prisoner like Zuo Dao, the warden felt that the electric shock wheel and divine mist were enough.

Waiting is irritating. It is obvious that the warden wanted to see Zuo Dao, but he still asked Zuo Dao to wait in the place first. Of course, this is understandable. The prisoners have time to waste. While they lose all their power, their obligations basically no longer exist. But the warden is very busy and can be said to be busy every day.

Jefferson came to the interrogation room without letting Zuo Dao wait too long. As soon as he came in, he waved his hand to signal the prison guard to go out, and quickly walked to the opposite Zuo Dao to sit down, and said straight to the point: "I have a few questions to ask, I hope you can answer truthfully."

"Wait first." The instinct of the left bargaining began to appear: "If I answer truthfully, can I get any benefits?"

At this moment, Zuodao should ask such a question, because he is already a prisoner, and there is no difference between answering or not answering, except that the warden can promise him some vested interests, such as getting a happy family bucket for every question answered, or after answering, you can get a free and unlimited supply of pillows for life, etc.

And Jefferson, a scheming 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 cage and coffin."

Zuo Dao revealed his true form in a second, and he changed into a flattering smile: "Warner, please give me any instructions, and I will tell you everything. In fact, how can I ask you for any benefit? Since I visited your majesty on the day I went to prison, my admiration for you has been like the surging rivers, and the Yellow River is flooding and uncontrollable..."

Over the years, Jefferson has seen countless people. He can firmly sit in the position of warden. In addition to relying on his strong abilities, he also relies on his outstanding talents. He has dealt with cruel murderers, fierce and out-of-control people like wild beasts, high-end criminals with many wisdom and close monsters, highly inspiring thinkers, and even mutants whose mental state has completely separated from humans, etc.

Judging from Jefferson's experience and intuition, this left-minded man in front of him can rank among the top three among all the most cunning prisoners he has ever seen.

Generally, the guy who is strong on the outside but dry on the inside is like a fried chestnut with sugar peeled off the shell, and the inside is crispy; but this is not the case with the left-handed. "Strong on the outside but dry on the outside" can also become a disguise. If you think he is crispy, you bite it down in one bite, and the most core part may be so hard that it can break your teeth.

"Do you know the Blood Owl?" This was Jefferson's first question.

He did not beat around the bush. Facing a person like Zuodao who has a fast mind, the effect of going straight to the other person is better. At least it can make the other person think for a shorter time, and maybe it will reveal flaws.

Although Zuo Dao's quick intelligence is not as good as a consultant, he is much stronger than Xue Xiao. The five words that popped up from Jefferson's mouth were enough to provide him with a lot of information.

First of all, about the prison guards. At least those prison guards in the high-level detention areas are not as idle as they seem on the surface.

Zuo Daoxin said: The reason why Jefferson asked such a question must be because he knew that I, Xue Xiao, and Yan Kong had some contact. This kind of information must be conveyed by the prison guards. Those guys usually seem to do nothing except strolling and wandering around. In fact, they are still observing. Perhaps not every prison guard is observing, but there must be someone doing surveillance work.

Secondly, from Jefferson's question, he is very concerned about Blood Owl and quite familiar with it. The question "You know Blood Owl" is more comprehensive and specific, which should be "You know Blood Owl outside the prison, right?" Why did he ask this? Because he knows that Blood Owl is difficult to get close to, and the reasons for his personality are obvious. It is estimated that more than a month after Blood Owl was imprisoned, there will be no fewer people who have been torn to pieces by him. Is there any prisoner who throws a charming look and spits in front of him and gets poisoned? It is hard to say...

Paper-level abilities like me are at two different levels from Blood Owl, but they quickly become acquainted with him and Yan Kong. If we were to see each other, no one would believe it. Please be familiar with the domain name.

But Jefferson would not know about the counter-cross. Because after I was arrested, I never clearly stated that I was a member of the counter-cross. According to Tianyi, even if the Tea Fairy could infer from the crimes I committed, he would not be able to get involved in this matter at this moment, and he might not even know the news of my arrest.

Xue Xiao, he is even less likely to be a member of the Anti-Cross. Judging from his contacts over the past few days, he didn't know what "Anti-Crosss" was when he went to prison.

Therefore, even if Jefferson is very good at hand, he would never have thought that I had deliberately entered the Tide Prison to help the Blood Owl complete the jailbreak and rescue operations. I think this kind of thing is incredible if I think about it myself...

Zuo Dao thought about this, and only five seconds later, his eyes drifted unsteadily, his nose was stolen, his throat cleared, and he farted in this room less than five square meters, and then he spoke two words: "Know."

Jefferson was shocked at that time, as steady as him, and he wanted to turn the table over.

Out of instinct, Jefferson moved his hand to his nose: "Is that right... he is a very difficult person to get along with, you should know what I mean."

"Is that?" Zuo Dao began to pretend to be stupid: "No, I think he is easy to get along with, kind, approachable, and helpful..."

"I warn you to stop at the right time," Jefferson interrupted.

Zuo Dao said lies without any pressure, but he was also very aware of the times and knew that he had to follow the warden's words: "Maybe some of his behaviors and his appearance will cause some misunderstandings to others."

"Will the 'action' you said behave similarly... Blood Owl drowned the baby during a baptism and ate him in the chapel." Jefferson continued.

Zuo Dao thought to himself that he is worthy of being the warden, and the example is so appropriate, but he still chose to talk about it verbally: "Okay, I used to be an intermediary, you should be able to find this, and you probably have already checked it. At the beginning of this year, in Venice, I had a cooperation with Xue Xiao. Of course, he came to me at that time, so I didn't have the courage to actively develop customers like this."

Zuo Dao's answer is convincing because it is indeed a fact.

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

"So, Yan Kong, do you know him too?" Jefferson raised the second question.

Zuo Dao was so terrible that this question was very dangerous and he had to think carefully before he could answer it.

It was already the fifth day that he and Xue Xiao came to the same detention area, and "receiving" Yan Kong's sect was just the day before yesterday. Today is the day on Hell Island, and the warden should be very busy, but he still took the time to ask himself for interrogation. It can be seen that the contact with "Yan Kong" was the reason why the warden had to have this conversation.

According to the old man's self-report, he was one of the ten-day guards before he was imprisoned. Among the only mad masters on earth at that time, he was named Yan Kong. Judging from the fact that Blood Owl had to learn energy knowledge from him, it was probably not a lie.

Now Jefferson asks this question, if he answers, it would 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 he answers, Jefferson will immediately ask the next question, why did Yan Kong join a paper-level abilities like you? What can you attract the attention of a master like Yan Kong?

Zuo Dao still took five seconds to stretch out his unsocked feet from his shoes, then used his fingers to get some physical hygiene, and a smell of salted fish drifted in the interrogation room...

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

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

"I think you want to stay in the cage... for a few weeks."

Zuo Dao quickly stopped his story: "Okay okay, it was Xue Xiao who introduced us to us, okay?"

After only asking two questions, Jefferson felt that he could not get any truly meaningful information from this person. Once he asked... no, once he approached the key question, Zuodao would try every means to bypass it.

"Prison guard." Jefferson raised his voice slightly and said.

The prison guard outside quickly pushed the door open and came in.

Zuo Dao was shocked: Couldn’t he really send the cage to the cage?

"Take him back." Jefferson turned his head and said to Zuo Dao again: "I don't think I have anything to ask."

Leaving a dialogue with words in this sentence, Jefferson left the interrogation room.

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At the same time, Star County, Washington.

The consultant dressed in casual sports, with a portable improved version of fate hidden in his sleeves, and he jogged in the park.

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

I took off my mpx headphones, wiped my sweat with a towel, and drank half a bottle of tomato juice, and then let out a long whistle, as if I had a can of cold beer after taking a shower.

Next to the consultant, there was also an old man with gray hair fed pigeons.

This scene looks very ordinary, a young man who has been resting for a while after running in the park, an old man basking in the sun and feeding pigeons. This is a scene that can happen almost every day.

But who knows that these two guys, one is the chief computer engineer at the Liberty Front, and the other is the chief strategist at the Counter-Cross Cross.

"It's still as cautious as back then. Boy, the floor plan of the entire park has been imprinted in your mind. Have you thought about a few escape routes?" Gates spoke first, and he didn't listen to the action of feeding pigeons in his hand. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a polite chat between two strangers on the bench.

The consultant drank the drink and his breathing gradually stabilized, and replied, "You are also very cautious. You have brought a lot of bodyguards here. The ambush place is also vulgar. Are you afraid that I will cut off your head on a whim?"

"Hahaha..." Gates smiled and said, "Even if my head is not as smart as you, it is one of the best in some fields. Isn't it a pity to fall into the ground and cover the dust?"

"I'm very puzzled. Why did the Liberal Front send you to meet me because we had a cooperative relationship? Or... you are there no longer as simple as an engineer?" said the consultant.

"Is it strange for me to join the decision-making level?" Gates asked back.

The consultant laughed: "Whatever you want, I have never taken your organization seriously and I am not interested."

"So... have you joined another organization?" Gates's eyes were obviously different: "No wonder he suddenly broke into our system yesterday and made so many unreasonable requests. I thought it was another so-called 'test' or prank you." Gates paused for a moment and then said: "The system you used was written by a warlock. Although he was very unwilling to accept it, I have to admit that if the system he wrote would have the ability to easily break the matrix."

The consultant said: "So what?"

"And I think it's not only a software problem, but also awesome hardware. I can't find out what you used when you invade..." Gates sprinkled a lot of pigeon food: "The organization you joined is very strong. Not only can you win over warlocks, but you who refused to invite the free frontline at the time. Is it an iron commandment?"

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

"Hahaha..." Gates smiled: "In my opinion, unless the arrogant boy once fell, he would never join the stupid organization like Iron Precepts that uses religious beliefs to increase cohesion."

"Faith is like the love of a client and a bitch," the consultant continued: "It's just a cheaper means of slavery than politics, which 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 embarked on the path of scientific development, and the improvement of the political system made religion gradually fade out of the mainstream political stage. Except for a few areas with bare butts and no words, who were still playing with this set of things as power, most people recognized the truth, which gradually transformed religion into something similar to social customs or entertainment activities. Instead of being shaking with a chill: "Sorry, the two words religious belief and truth appear in the same sentence make me creepy."

"Okay, I know you are an agnostic, and you don't have to say that those who believe in religion are worthless." Gates said.

The consultant shrugged: "In the eyes of those firm believers, people without faith are not humans, but beasts. They are eager to save those atheists and enter the heaven they imagined together." He took a sip of tomato juice: "Someone once said that science is just a belief. So, my point is that these people are not humans, and I do not want to save them, so as not to lower the lower limit of the IQ of all human beings."

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

The consultant replied only three words: "Reverse Cross."

"Oh, no wonder you evaluate the Iron Precepts like this..." Gates said: "You are Satanic, aren't you..."

“I have this attitude toward all religions.” The consultant replied: “This sign does not mean any religious belief.”

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

"Me? Hehe..." The consultant laughed: "You don't know this organization too much. In fact, the Anti-Cross should not be called an organization. Our boss only has one person to do it. Any other person on this planet, even if he has three heads and six arms, can spit out fire, eat iron hammers, and has a high IQ that can flow out of his ears every day. It is impossible for him to stay in the position of the Anti-Crosss leader... well... more than an hour."

"Why? That chair is so pissy?"

"No, the reason is that our members, and I don't want to reveal too much. Simply put, it is... a group of people with abnormal physical and mental health." The consultant thought for a few seconds before finding a verse to replace the word "perversion".

"You scolded yourself."

"I was not normal at all." The consultant said: "Okay, there are too many discussions about me. You already know the name of my organization and you are not returning empty-handed. What do you think of the conditions I proposed online yesterday?"

Gates smiled and said, "I see..." He finally finished eating the pigeon, patted his hands, pressed his knees, and stood up.

At this moment, all the doves that were gathering around the bench flew up, and after a large area of ​​gray and white, Gates' figure disappeared.

Leaving the consultant sitting there alone, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, knowing in his heart that the doves would fly because of the unconcealable murderous aura.

"You'd better go with us and talk in detail." A hand was placed on the consultant's shoulder, and the person who spoke was very hoarse and low.

The consultant turned around and saw his own face.

The mirror face is still wearing a dark outfit without revealing half an inch of her skin, and a mirror mask.

"I advise you not to try to resist. I know that Tianyi has taught you about energy use and other things. Your line of truth is also a very convenient ability to kill people, but if you think you can fight me and gain the upper hand, it would be a huge mistake." The words from Mirror Face mean very clearly. You kid has fallen into my hands, and you can suffer if you act rashly.

The consultant is a smart man. He knows when to give up resistance. "Oh..." He drank all the tomato juice in the bottle: "So I said, I don't want to go out for the field..."

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