Most Wanted [Interstellar]

Seeing this sentence, Plank froze for a moment, he looked around instinctively, but he saw nothing except the dark bushes in his yard.It was one o'clock in the morning, and the high-end neighborhood he was in was quiet. The night wind suddenly blew from the ground, making him shiver.

He quickly calmed down, took out a gun from the hidden box under the shoe cabinet, and then gently closed the door.

His house is very big, but the interior decoration is very simple. Every room reveals a kind of military atmosphere. When he bought this building, he removed many beautiful but impractical partitions, so the rooms he wanted to search were not not too much.

After 10 minutes, he searched the basement, which was the last room, and he was sure that no one was hiding here, then he put the gun away and turned on the light in the room.

He poured himself a glass of wine, and picked up the envelope again—this is a free envelope distributed by the Capital Post, which can be picked up at various postal points. There is nothing special, and the letter paper is opened and written from another envelope , it seems that this letter-contributor is not a brat who lacks common sense.

The content... In fact, it is the content that makes Planck feel creepy. Only a few policemen who participated in the pursuit at the time, as well as several high-level officials in the police station, prosecutor's office, and court, knew that Alvin was imprisoned in the Federation. They did not It is necessary to use such indecent means to intimidate him... Then who is this person?

Secret... and he mentioned secret, which means... what?Is it the secret that kept Erwin imprisoned in the Federation, or something else...?Thinking of this, he frowned.

He went back to the door to check again. It was a sound-proof door with no cracks at all, and all the surrounding windows were closed tightly. He didn't know how the other party stuffed the letter in and put it here decently.

Want to call the police?

In other words, did the other party want to call the police?

Planck thought about it seriously, and he read that sentence again. The words were very cunning, like an opportunist. He didn't care about speculators, so he just hesitated for a moment and threw the envelope into the drawer, and went to sleep.

His schedule is very stable. At [-]:[-] in the morning, he will get up and run for [-] kilometers, then take a shower, and his assistant will pick him up. today's work.

It was the same today, but he was more excited than before, because according to the experiment plan, Owen-Misterioso would give him a result this morning.

"Your breakfast, President." The assistant left after putting breakfast and magazines on the table.

Plank has no special requirements for food and clothing. This is an ordinary breakfast ordered by the federation restaurant, including vegetarian porridge, sandwiches and a few biscuits.Planck unwrapped the bag, put a few items on the table, and was about to start reading a few pages of the magazine.When he picked up a piece of biscuit casually, he froze for a moment, because he found a green piece of paper mixed in the white shredded paper on the biscuit, this... He put down the biscuit and pulled the small paper away Come out... This is completely different from the white paper on which the biscuit was placed, and it seems to be the same material as the paper used for the letter last night.

If it was a prank, it went too far, and Plank called his assistant back.

"Where did you get your breakfast today?"

The assistant didn't quite understand what he meant: "It's the college cafeteria, President."

"Did you go over and get it yourself?"

"Yes," the assistant recalled, "Before departure, I ordered two identical breakfasts from the restaurant. After I parked the car just now, I went to the buffet to pick up the order, and then brought it directly."

"Two copies?" Planck had never cared about these details before.

"Yes, because... I ordered one for myself by the way..." The assistant was not sure if this behavior offended him, and his voice weakened.

"What you eat?"

"Not yet," said the assistant's workbench just outside his room, "I'm still on the desk."

"Bring it in and show me."

"Oh." The assistant brought in his breakfast in fear.

Plank directly took out the box of biscuits - sure enough, there was also a green note sandwiched in the white paper on which the biscuits were placed.The assistant also saw this note, but he didn't know what this note had to do with the current conversation.

"Change to another breakfast." Plank threw the note on the table, "Don't mention this matter to others."

"Yes!"

If you want to be Planck's assistant, the first thing you have to learn is: don't ask too much, so he just shivered and quickly backed out.

Planck didn't have the heart to eat anymore, he stood up and walked around twice, and began to feel that this matter was not simple.The other party obviously knew that his assistant would order two breakfasts every day, so he manipulated both breakfasts to ensure that he could receive threatening messages.But who knows his itinerary so well?You know, this is a detail that even he himself doesn't know.

He quickly arranged a list in his mind. The characters on this list are still all high-ranking people. He really doesn't think it is necessary for them to do such a thing. Who else?Confidant?Old friend?Or... Alvin himself?

At this moment, he remembered that today was the seventh day since Alvin was captured. Except for the first day, he had hardly seen him since then. Do you want to see him?

Although Planck didn't want to, he felt it was necessary.

At this time Erwin was also eating breakfast, last night his physical signs were normal, he was very clear that he had reached the first step, and now all he was waiting for was a chance to get in touch with Erwin-Misterioso, he knew this Difficult, so he prepared a series of trigger events for this.

"The good news came quite suddenly, Mr. Herman." Ivan, who was guarding outside the door, said suddenly.

"what happened?"

"I just detected the movement of Owen-Misterioso. They seem to have an experimental plan, probably to empty your brain and re-implant your memory. Judging from the experimental plan, this is a contact experiment, that is to say, the last You'll have access to Owen-Misterioso today."

"Heh!" Alvin put down the fork, which was really unexpected, "It seems that the other party firmly believes that I am already a prisoner who can be manipulated by others, but I obviously didn't pretend to be pitiful... Hehe, these arrogant people, Why failed so many times and failed to learn to be cautious."

"You also need to be cautious, Mr. Herman," Ivan reminded him, "I can check all the probes in the office area now, and I see that Planck seems to be coming in our direction."

"He came to announce this to me?"

"No, his expression is a little dignified, he is really coming this way, sir," Ivan began to switch his program, "see you later."

Five minutes later, Plank appeared at the end of the corridor, this time he did not bring Lott, he came alone.

"How is he these days?" He asked the robot standing straight at the door.

"It's not very good, President, he had a low fever last night." The robot answered truthfully after the program switched.

Low fever?Plank thought for a moment: "Change him to a confinement room, and then I will meet him in the new confinement room."

Compared with Plank, Erwin is of course more willing to see Lott. Although they are all people he hates, Lott will not arouse his physical disgust at least.It is difficult for him to maintain peace of mind in the presence of people he extremely dislikes.

But why not Planck?He didn't want to see Erwin at all. If he could, he wished he could inject an inhibitor into his brain when he reset his personality, so that he wouldn't have already prepared his psychological construction and saw him As soon as he entered the door, he still couldn't help holding his breath.

"Long time no see." Alvin spoke first.

"It's only been a few days." Plank answered him coldly.

"Including those 50 years is a long time, why come to me?"

"Search your cell," Plank said, and then he stared hard at Alvin's face, and then he saw his pupils constrict.

He is not good at interrogation, but he knows Irwin well. He knows that he must not say too much, otherwise it will be easy for the other party to catch his flaws. Now he only needs to determine whether there is something wrong with Irwin.

But now, he was almost sure that there was something wrong with this person.

"Then I'll go first." Plank stood up, walked out of the cell, and the door closed again.

Plank contacted the assistant: "The experiment was suspended this morning. I want to check all the audio and video recordings in Erwin's confinement room. Don't let others know about this matter. I will finish it within the morning."

What exactly happened here?Alvin laughed at himself. He felt like an unlucky guy who just knew he won the jackpot, but was told that the lottery was wrong.But he is a person who believes in hard work, he believes in steady progress, and even more in seeing tricks and breaking tricks. He is not afraid of twists and turns before things come to fruition. After all, twists and turns are just to make his plan more perfect and more impeccable.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that it wasn't someone else who ruined his good deeds, but someone he was determined to forget.

A certain person is eating fast food in the small room he temporarily rented. While eating, he is writing a few small manuscripts to be submitted to the magazine. The contents of these manuscripts are mixed, but the titles are all amazing. It can surprise spectators.

Planck.Chairman Will's calmness was beyond his imagination, and he even wondered if it was really necessary to send out everything he had written before he could put enough pressure on him to accept the negotiation.

But don't worry, Plank, I'm not good at slandering people, but I'm talented at it.

Schlieffen folded up all the green manuscript papers in front of him—after this incident, people wouldn't call me 'Green Paper Man', would they?

It doesn't sound good... Sigh.