Quenched long order

Chapter 210 Risks of Interrogation

"You mean..." Jason didn't clarify his words.

"Is it such a coincidence? Hume happened to be nearby." Kraut added.

After excluding some obviously unreasonable guesses, the only conclusion is almost ready to be drawn.

Jason took a deep breath and turned to look at the proud figure in the water tank. As new scenes appeared, he was gradually replaced and returned to the deserted street.

"What are you going to do?" Jason asked.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was a lack of energy, but the light in the room dimmed until it disappeared completely.

The two of them stayed where they were, motionless.

Darkness allows the energy allocated to vision to be freed up to think about more problems. Moreover, darkness also obscures expressions.

Silence brews in the dark room, and beneath the silence, there seems to be torture from the soul.

Tough choices lay before Jason.

"I'm not interested in Martin's death." Kraut's voice was cold, causing the air in the room to drop a few degrees. "Jason, please do me a favor and tell Hume that I will visit him later."

A crunch.

The door opened in response, and the light from outside flooded into the house.

Kraut stopped and turned to look into the room. His face was shrouded in shadow and he exuded a dangerous aura.

……

The full moon is in the sky.

Hume stood by the window of the shoe store and looked out quietly. No one was around. At present, this shoe store...or this street has changed owners. At first glance, Ximu Port looks the same as a week ago. There is no difference, but the feeling in the eyes is completely different.

It was a feeling that couldn't be expressed in words.

From the soles of the feet to the top of the head, the whole body becomes comfortable.

A sense of control is no longer enough to describe this feeling.

If he had to use one word to describe it, he would choose... the word "rules."

A knock on the door came from behind.

"Please come in." Hume's voice was calm.

The door was pushed open, Kraut walked in and closed the door gently.

Hume turned around, nodded slightly, and said, "I originally wanted to visit Mr. Kraut in person after his injury recovers, but I have been busy with things these days, so I hope you don't mind."

"Where is Sauer?" Kraut got straight to the point.

"Where he should go." Hume's voice became a little colder.

"Investigation team?" Kraut frowned.

"When a miner from Stewart Island learns about the black fog, the first thing he does when he comes to Westwood Harbor is to report there, right?" Hume asked rhetorically.

Kraut laughed.

Hume's eyes fell on Kraut's face, slightly puzzled.

"Of course not." Kraut took a step forward, "You think I don't know what the hell that island is? It's just a land filled with holes to deceive people, how can it still be like a favor?"

"All miners signed a contract before going to Stewart Island, and Sauer is no exception." Hume looked away, obviously not willing to discuss this topic anymore, "I just did my job. If you continue to ask me, I will also I don’t have the answer for you, but..."

The cool evening breeze blew into the house, as cold as frost.

Kraut didn't know why, but his heart sank.

"...Before you go there to find him, I think it's better to clarify some things first. For example, I knew seven days ago that you would come to me." Hume paused, turned to look out the window, and continued. : "But I still let you live."

"What do you mean?" Kraut slowly made a fist with his right hand.

"This is also part of the deal." Hume stretched out his right hand and let the moonlight fall on his palm. "Jason has already told me. With your ability, you must have guessed it. The answer is just as you thought, let Sauer behead him in public. Martin, there's a hidden meaning, or, more bluntly, it's my request."

Kraut's right hand slowly released his fist, and he looked at Hume, the normally taciturn captain of the defense team, who seemed to have completely changed, becoming more majestic and unfathomable.

"What happened that night?" he asked.

"Martin, you've crossed the line," Hume said.

……

The building on the other side of Ximu Port occupies a small area, but is heavily guarded. This area belongs to the investigation team.

The few residents around have been cleared, and sentries have been placed in the houses.

This is a prison, the people in the investigation team like to call it a cage prison.

On the underground floor of the prison, in the lounge next to the interrogation room, several men wearing uniforms of the investigation team were looking at the interrogation records on the table and thinking deeply.

"So..." One person broke the silence and picked up the paper with the record, "...is he really a human?"

"I haven't eaten, drank or slept for three days and three nights, but I can still stay awake. Even if I'm put to death, I still vomit this nonsense." Another person answered and when he got to the key point, he tapped his right hand on the table unconsciously.

"It's not the head of the regiment who has ordered us not to be severely punished." The man sitting on one side looked gloomy.

"We must find a way to pry open the turtle shell." The man at the beginning brought the topic back, "What good ideas do you have?"

"It's better to start with the people around him. It's impossible for him to have relatives, friends, parents and lovers. As long as he hits his weak spots, no matter how strong a person is, he will cry bitterly and kneel down to beg for mercy." The second man answered.

The people sitting at the table looked at each other.

"Claude Wilt?" the man sitting next to him asked.

Suddenly, the whole room became much colder.

"The leader mentioned that we will not be allowed to cause trouble with the Golden Dawn. When we go to Stewart Island, we may need their help. Moreover, the garrison was secretly protecting him a few days ago." A rational suggestion.

"There may have been a little chance before, but now Kraut is probably recovered, and together we are no match for him." The strength no longer allowed it.

"Stewart Island..." The leading man tapped the table gently.

"...all dead." Another person answered. “It’s no use trying to trick him, he’s too alert.”

The discussion became more and more heated, and towards the end, voices of suggestions and denials sounded almost simultaneously.

"Why don't you... use that..." A small suggestion made the whole room quiet.

"sure?"

"You can only take risks."

……

Tick, tick.

Water drops fell into the copper basin not far away, making a clear sound.

Sauer stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, glanced up at the headlight above him that was always facing him, and lowered his head again. Now his body was extremely weak, but he could still hold on for a while, and even he couldn't. I didn't expect that I could persist for such a long time.

According to the memory in his mind, he shouldn't last more than a day. After all, the torture from the outside world is almost all the time, not only physically, but also mentally.

The truth is, however, that he has become a thorn in the side of his interrogators.

He moved his wrist slightly, but it was almost difficult to move. The collar around his neck also made him almost breathless. The alchemy items he was forced to wear could neutralize the overflowing soul energy. The air cannon, wind blade, etc. needed to be released outside the body. All the moves are ineffective.

Fortunately, the effect on itself is not affected. The respiration and blood recovery combined with the delay of injuries make the pain appear at the wrong time, stretching the limit that the enemy thinks is a little longer.

Of course, these are minor factors. The most important thing is that as the only miner to leave Stewart Island, he needs to be spared until important information is interrogated.

With a creak, the door of the interrogation room opened.

An interrogator walked in and stood aside. Then another interrogator came in wearing two stone helmets.

Two stone helmets were placed on the table.

Sauer took a look and saw a red line on top of one of the helmets.

"Saul, this is your last chance." The interrogator sat at the table and said seriously: "Now, tell us what happened on Stewart Island, and we can consider not holding you accountable and investigate for you. The regiment offers a position.”

"I told you everything I know and don't know." Sauer's answer remained the same.

"This is a relic called 'Empathy'. After wearing it, you can peek into your memory. Nothing can be hidden from it." The interrogator's tone became serious.

Of course, this is not the case.

It is true that empathy can spy on memories, but there is a drawback. It is not so much a shortcoming as a price. If you want to spy on memories, you must let yourself be the other person. The deeper the degree of substitution, the more real memories you can spy on, and even , is a memory that I don’t even know. However, if it is too deep, I may not be able to break away from the other party’s identity, leading to confusion and mental disorder.

Importantly, the person being spied on is not affected.

Therefore, interrogators usually do not use it except as a last resort.

"Think carefully, this is your last chance." The interrogator raised his voice.

Sauer hesitated for a while, and then replied in a gentle voice: "I told you everything I know and don't know."

A few minutes later.

Two interrogators were sitting across from each other. One of them was wearing a stone helmet with a red line, and the other was wearing a stone helmet on Sauer's head.

There was a faint feeling of pressure on the top of my head, but it wasn't serious.

Time passes slowly.

Soon, Sauer felt that his brain was dizzy, like a rusty machine that was difficult to operate. However, compared to him, the interrogators in front were even more unbearable. The interrogators wearing stone helmets lay directly on the table. He seemed to have fallen asleep.

The other interrogator remained motionless, staring intently at Sauer.

A crisp sound came from the stone helmet, and then the interrogator wearing the stone helmet slowly raised his head, but his eyes were still closed.

"Garland, we finally escaped and can leave this damn place. Look, that ship, hello!" Smooth words came from the interrogator wearing a stone helmet.

Sauer frowned slightly. He didn't like that the person in front of him kept mentioning Garland's name. He didn't respect it at all.

Another interrogator saw Sauer's expression and became very excited and began to record it.

"It saw us, and Goddess of Luck is indeed on our side."

"Speaking of which, what did you see inside before? Natalie didn't know what was going on. She attacked me inexplicably and said... 'You will never be allowed to leave here', 'You are the disaster of this world' If anything, it's a good thing she's mentally disturbed, otherwise I might have died at her hands."

Sauer's pupils shrank, his face full of shock.

When did this happen?

I do not know how?

What exactly did this relic see?

When the interrogator in charge of recording saw Sauer's expression, a proud smile appeared on his face.

"Garland, are you...are you okay?"

"Uh--"

"Let... let go..."

"Why... why?"

The interrogator wearing a helmet sounded like a scream. After holding his breath for a short time, he made a breathless sound and then fell to the ground.

In the interrogation room, the air was frozen, and only the ticking sound remained.

The interrogator in charge of recording looked at Sauer, and Sauer also looked at him doubtfully.

With a clang, the door was forcefully opened, and several members of the investigation team dragged the interrogator who fell to the ground to leave. The interrogator responsible for recording looked at Sauer with a strange look and quickly left the room.

Bang.

The door to the interrogation room was slammed shut.

Tick, tick.

The words just now echoed in Sauer's mind, words that did not exist in his memory.

Clang.

The door of the interrogation room was opened again, and a member of the investigation team came to Sauer, took off the stone helmet and left quickly.

(End of this chapter)