dream battle

In the interrogation room, two people sat facing each other, there was no torture, no swords drawn, they sat there drinking tea, without speaking, as if they were having a tea party, without words.

Looking at the other person's appearance, Zhuge Feng knew that this was a difficult bone to agree to, but he didn't expect that the other party was very calm and sat there without speaking. Through the person's DNA and other information, he searched in the national information database. No such person.

Seeing the other party's look of being unable to do anything to him, Zhuge Feng also sat there calmly.

Although the other party seems very casual, but the other party's actions are still a bit cautious, and the position of the hands and feet is extremely fixed, just like a habit after thousands of times.

No, the other party's eyes showed that he was really not nervous. Looking at the other party's body movements, Zhuge Feng felt a little puzzled, and suddenly, he had a bold idea.

"You think we don't know who you are, because you're already dead," Zhuge Feng said slowly looking at the other party, seeing the other party's body stagnate, which deepened his thoughts.

"I'm sitting opposite you, are you talking to a ghost?" Ding San shook the cup in his hand, his tone full of ridicule.

"It's obviously a human body, but it bears the name of a ghost. Have you ever thought of your brother, your family?" The other party's mouth is too tight, and there is no strong evidence on my side to defeat the other party. psychological defenses, which can be interrogated around the issue.

When Zhuge Feng talked about his brothers and family, Ding San's hand paused obviously, but he quickly returned to normal.

"You are shaking the cup in your hand involuntarily, which means you are very nervous now." Zhuge Feng leaned forward, staring firmly into Ding San's eyes.

"Your eyes are constantly moving, which means that what I said before is true." Zhuge Feng smiled slightly, as if he really knew everything.

Ding San sat there motionless, for about five or six seconds, put down the cup in his hand, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

"The above are all your guesses, do you have any evidence? Just guessing out of thin air like this, I would do the same." Ding San still looked indifferent.

Zhuge Feng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the opening is a success, the following dialogue is the key, hoping to find some clues from it.

"Why did you appear in the North Pole?"

"Hobby"

"How did you get in?"

"Walk in"

"What is the mech you operate?"

"It's all in your hands, why ask me?"

"..."

Just like this, I asked this question repeatedly, some repeated, some new, interspersed together, without any rules, but the other party's answer was watertight.

"I see." Zhuge Feng nodded, looking relaxed, as if he really knew everything.

And Ding San really didn't know what the other party knew. According to his memory, his answers just now seemed to be 'right', maybe it was blowing him up, but he was still very disturbed.

Walking out of the interrogation room, his face was slightly tired, and he rubbed his nose with his fingers. Although some questions were asked, there was nothing strong and powerful, and it was difficult to ask the most important information.

"Difficulties?" Not just when, Shangguan Lingfeng stood opposite him.

"There is no word 'difficulty' in my dictionary." Zhuge Feng smiled a little proudly, and his ability is also worthy of his pride.

"Although it's a bit tricky, I still know some information." Zhuge Feng looked at Baili Jinghui and Shangguan Lingfeng with splendor in his eyes.

"This person is code-named Ding San. He is a soldier who died or disappeared. He served in the Northwest region about ten years ago. There are relatives at home. They should be younger sisters. There should be more than 50 comrades who went to the Arctic together." Contemplating, with an expressionless face, Zhuge Feng said that he had worked very hard on the speech.

"Tell Baili Jingran this information, and let him quickly find out the relevant information of this person and send it over," Shangguan Lingfeng said to the person who recorded next to him.

"Yes" the man led the order to go out.

Baili Jingran moved quickly and sent the things over.

When Zhuge Feng saw the information sent, his eyes lit up. The information on this person was really too detailed, so he turned around excitedly and continued the interrogation.

"Also," Shangguan Lingfeng stopped him in time.

"Huh?" Zhuge Feng didn't understand what it meant for a while.

"There are these, which will be of great help to you," said Shangguan Lingfeng, passing another folder.

The first page of the document is prominently marked with the word "Top Secret" in red pen.

The more Zhuge Feng looked down, the more frightened he became, how could things have developed to this point.

"Actually, I'm more curious, where did I get this information?" As a senior intelligence collector, no one can know these things earlier than him. In this matter, the only living person is sitting inside, and those He has already researched the relevant video materials, but they are too vague and not of much value, unless...

"Autumn wind".

Looking at Shangguan Lingfeng's eyes, he knew that he had guessed right. Now he was very curious about what kind of person this person codenamed "Qiufeng" was, not to mention the information he sent back. Under unknown circumstances, the practice of leading teammates into the enemy camp is very admirable. This is the spirit that modern soldiers lack. He will definitely meet this person if he has the opportunity.

It's just that as an intelligence officer, too many coincidences are not coincidences. The credibility of this person's information is open to question, but there is only one way to go now.

In the interrogation room, Ding San was still recalling what he said just now, but the other party asked too many questions, and he didn't quite know what he said, and he didn't know what he would say, so he covered his hands Covering his face, he sighed silently.

The sound of closing the door with a "bang" awakened Ding San from his memories.

"Have you considered it? It's better for you to say it yourself than our investigation." Zhuge Feng raised his eyes and glanced at Ding San, without saying anything.

Ding San didn't understand what the other party meant. Even if he was a prisoner now, he was very safe, because the other party wanted to know what they wanted to know from his own mouth, so he just asked a lot of things and did not take any other actions.Ding San felt disdainful, the person in front of him was blowing himself up, he was disturbed by this person just now, and he said something, this time he will not be fooled.

Looking at the other party's expression, Zhuge Feng knew that the other party still thought he was great, and he seemed to be the next strong medicine.

"According to what I read, your younger sister Zuo Qiuxin is married and now has a five-year-old son." Zhuge Feng looked at Ding San with a smile, and when he heard Zuo Qiuxin, Ding San suddenly raised his head, "She thought her brother had already died. If she knew that her brother was still alive, wouldn't you be very happy?" Looking at Ding San's red eyes, Zhuge Feng continued, "Mr. Zuoqiuheng".

'Zuoqiuheng', when Ding San heard these three words, he froze for a moment. Zuoqiuheng was a familiar yet unfamiliar name. He had forgotten this name eight years ago. Time flies. Someone said this today. The name, Ding San had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Zuo Qiuheng didn't speak, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that the other party could know his details, but what the other party said was true, as if he was uncovering his own scars, layer after layer, and finally the pus inside flowed out.

"Why don't you talk anymore, why don't you come to meet with a relative? You brothers and sisters haven't seen each other for so many years, so there must be a lot of things to talk about." Zhuge Feng casually tapped his fingers on the table, making people feel extremely irritated.

"No, you can't do this," Zuo Qiuheng stood up excitedly, and the restraints on the chair pulled him back again.

"What are you afraid of? Aren't you very powerful? Don't you think that what you do is a big deal? Why are you afraid that your sister will know?" Zhuge Feng stood up, staring into Zuoqiu Heng's eyes and said, "What do you do? Have you ever thought about your sister! Have you ever thought about how she is doing? Have you ever thought about your mother! Have you ever thought about the people you hurt! Have you ever thought about their wives and children!..." A series of questions, directly sat back what Zuoqiu Heng said, silent, thinking, he hadn't thought about these these years, no one asked, and he didn't have the time.

Back then when he was young and frivolous, he always thought that he could do some great things, left behind his parents, sister, and like-minded people like him, and started a world-shattering career, but now it seems that it is just a cloud, the reality It is always so far away from the ideal.

For a series of blows, Zhuge Feng did not expect Zuoqiu Heng to confess so happily and thoroughly. He covered his face with his hands, recalling his past bit by bit, as if he was looking for redemption, and hoped that those people would forgive him.