I, the villainous lady, will not die in the simulator Shura field

Really, is it Ah Mian?

Ruo Mucai couldn't help but think, could this be some kind of coincidence?But there is no coincidence that my sister looks the same as others, and judging from her reaction, she also looks like Ah Mian.

In the end, she decided to witness it with her own eyes.

The door opened and closed again, and Aixien was the only one left in the computer room.

"It seems that this sister of yours does not belong to you alone?"

The voice of an electronic ghost rang in my ears.

"To shut up."

Ai Xien hugged her legs tightly and replied sullenly, then she turned off her psionic power and cut off the connection with the electronic ghost on her body.

The room returned to silence, as if the Tathagata had come.

"My sister is a bad boy who is not specific, but even so, Ai Xien still likes her the most."

"..."

............

The autumn sunshine poured down, covering the girl's white dress with a layer of golden gauze through the spotless glass skylight.

In the glass path connecting the two research buildings, Hua Mian was lying on the silver-white guardrail, silently thinking about what happened just now.

Ruo Mucai must be recruited, after all, her ability is too powerful.

However, how to recruit is a problem.

Although Hua Mian believed in the system's judgment on the strategy, she was not sure whether this love could be maintained and not be betrayed.

Just as Hua Mian was deep in thought, a flash of light flashed across her mind as if struck by thunder.

"Adam, help me find out if there is a patient named Ruomuai in District 19."

There was no answer in the aisle, and a few seconds later, a negative response came from the communication.

No?

Hua Mian raised her eyebrows.

But she remembered that in the game, her mother was indeed being treated in the hospital in the [-]th district?

In the plot, when an accident happened in the hospital over there, Ruo Mucai rushed back in a hurry.

But at this moment, Hua Mian thought of something again, so she knocked on the railing.

"Look up Ruo Muai in the files of District 21, and compare her appearance with the files of the patients in the hospital."

"Inpatient department, patients in ward B-307 match the file description."

The artificial intelligence's tone was cold, but it brought a smile on Hua Mian's face.

"Transfer the patient to an advanced ward in the Ninth District Hospital, and don't notify the patient's family for the time being."

"Well, give her the best treatment."

After all, this mother is a kind person to him, even if Ruo Mucai did not join him in the end, Hua Mian would not do anything to her, but would try his best to help her heal her body.

But Hua Mian would not tell her sister about these things before she successfully recruited Ruo Mucai.

If that's the case, it should be able to guarantee my sister's loyalty.

Although it may be superfluous, Hua Mian is such an insecure child.

Sorry, sister...

"Hey?"

"Sister Qingqing, let someone prepare to wake up that prisoner, I will interrogate him myself."

......

Chapter 71 Interrogation

wow.

A basin of cold water was poured head-on.

It is early autumn now, the weather is slightly cool, and the water is also icy cold. Although it is not as cold as the bitter cold of the nine seasons, this basin of cold water is enough to wake up the man tied to the chair in the interrogation room.

Su Nanfeng opened his eyes, and in front of him was a large piece of lifeless silver-white space.

He was tied to a chair, and his neck was still a little uncomfortable. Not far away was a girl wearing a blue mask, and several strong men in black suits stood behind her, standing straight like iron rods.

The man shivered, and quickly realized the situation.

He was captured by the enemy, and now, the interrogation should begin immediately.

Across a glass coffee table full of items found on him, Hua Mian was bored watching videos in Yiyan.

This also prevented her from noticing the man's sobriety in the first place.

Beside, the secretary lowered her body and reminded in a low voice:

"Miss, he's awake."

Turning off all kinds of secret news in his eyes, Hua Mian straightened his body a little.

"who are you?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, the man felt a little uneasy, so he spoke first.

But before he fully understood the current situation, he saw the right hand gently raised by the girl in front of him.

"Ugh..."

With a scream, the strong current released from the psychic suppression collar poured into the man's limbs and bones.

The man struggled hard, but was tightly locked by the fixing belts on his limbs. After thumping twice like a fish that accidentally landed on the shore, he also weakened weakly.

Hua Mian looked at the man struggling helplessly, without much emotion in his eyes.

From the game, she learned that although this man seems to be a tough guy, in fact, the face hidden under his mask is unexpectedly soft.

The protagonist, as well as his subordinates, were well deceived by him.

This is something that will only be discovered by the rebels in the middle of the game.

Although Hua Mian is familiar with the plot and the decisions made by the Rebel Army in various general directions, many details are not shown in the game.

And now, she wanted to pry out these details from the mouth of the man in front of her.

That's why she gave up capturing the man who didn't know how many things attacked the front door alive, and turned her mind to this guy.

Without giving him any answer, Hua Lianqu tapped on the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, and smiled without any emotion:

"You don't seem to have figured out your current situation, Mr. Su."

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he opened his mouth to say something.

But before he could speak, a piercing pain came from his left hand.

He was sweating coldly, with his mouth open, and looked over there with fear, only to see a dog in a suit chopping off his left little finger with a knife.

Yin Hong's blood flowed down the knife slot, he felt his hands were wet and cold, and there was a burst of pain from time to time, which made it difficult for him to speak, but he couldn't help moaning.

"Now, I ask, you answer."

As if to add some persuasiveness to Hua Mian's threat, Ms. Mu Qingqing stretched out her right hand and spread her palm. The white glove outlined the outline of her jade hand.

After an inaudible sound, five four-centimeter-long double-edged blades slipped out from the fingertips.

Mu Qingqing gave the man a cold look, and slowly retracted the blade.

"Who made the proposal to attack here? Your leader, or a member of parliament?"

The man froze for a moment, he didn't expect the girl in front of him to know the composition of the rebel army very well.

The Great Council is a meeting that can only be attended by the core members of the Rebel Army, and it is kept very secret. Except for the members, few people know of their existence.

But now, their enemies know this.

Are there traitors among the top ranks of the Resistance?

He couldn't help guessing.

But after feeling the pain from his hand, the suspicion in his heart was immediately diluted by fear.

"Yes, it's Ms. Mu."

Hearing the man's hasty voice, Hua Mian's expression didn't change, but she murmured subconsciously.

"Forest Network..."

The girl's voice was very soft, at least Miss Mu Qingqing who was standing next to her didn't hear anything.

With a slightly condensed expression, Hua Mian asked again:

"Did she say anything else?"

"She wants us to get the clone information here."

The man hurriedly replied, for fear that the demonic girl would let his subordinates chop off his fingers again.

Hua Mian asked, and the man answered. After several minutes of interrogation, the man in the chair finally had nothing to say.

"Is there anything else you want to explain?" Hua Mian asked with a smile, "Those alone can't save your life."

She is still very satisfied with the level of understanding of the man in front of her. With this information, she can plan more things.

The man racked his brains for a while, as if he was still thinking about what he could use in exchange for his own life.

But at this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

There was a dead silence in the room.

Hua Mian lowered her head with a half-smile, and turned her attention to the vibrating walkie-talkie on the table. The black body collided with the glass table, making a deep sound.

The man looked at Hua Mian's movements with a look of fear on his face.

Although he didn't know what was going on in Hua Mian's heart, he instinctively felt something was wrong.

He leaned forward and was about to plead for something when he heard Hua Mian's voice:

"Goodbye, Mr. Su."

"You will be more solemn next time."

A cold feeling pressed against his temple, and the man subconsciously activated his spiritual energy, but before the current from the collar began to surge, the dull gunshot sounded one step ahead.

boom--

Wisps of gunpowder smoke came out of the muzzle, and the silencer was slowly removed counterclockwise by the bodyguards.

Looking at the dead body in front of her with eyes wide open, Hua Mian raised the corners of her mouth slightly, waved her hand, and signaled the bodyguards to clean it up.

Then, she moved forward, moved to the edge of the sofa, and slowly sat upright.

There was no hint, but Miss Secretary understood Hua Mian's meaning from her actions.

She picked up the walkie-talkie, connected it, bent down, and held it to Huamian's ear with both hands.

"..."

The pale light shone on the cyan mask, and many irregular shadows were divided by the ups and downs on it.

Hua Mian didn't speak.

She has always been waiting for the other person to speak first.

As if knowing that this silence would be fruitless, in the communication, the person on the other end spoke first.

"Who are you and how is he?"

Hua Mian smiled briefly, then turned her head to look at the white body bag being carried out by the bodyguards.

"From your point of view, he probably isn't very good."

The man had nothing to say immediately, but he didn't hang up the communication.

The rustling background sound of the walkie-talkie was still ringing aimlessly, and the communication was silent, like a black funeral.

After a long time, Hua Mian said with a smile: