[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

When Allen woke up, he was in the prison, his hands tied by iron chains, and his back was leaning against the cold wall. There were seven or eight people guarding outside the cell, fully armed.

If it is to prevent him from escaping, this is really unnecessary.Because he had been injected with too much powerful anesthesia before, until now, Allen's whole body is still weak, and he can't lift a little strength. It is very difficult to walk around, let alone break these heavy iron chains with his bare hands. .However, if it is to prevent outsiders from approaching, such a warning is necessary.

It seems very well thought out.I really deserve enough attention.

Although his physical strength has not yet recovered, Allen's mind has become much clearer.He slowly pieced together his previous memories. The strange researchers, the strange laboratory, and the scene before coma were all gradually clear and coherent in his mind, with a faint taste of conspiracy.

In the previous experiment, what exactly were they going to do?From what it looked like, it was definitely not just a simple inspection.

"Before taking it out, it must be alive..."

Thinking of the words he heard before losing consciousness, Allen raised his head with difficulty and looked at his left hand tied to the wall.

Holiness is still there.

It hasn't been taken out yet, that is to say... the experiment was interrupted in the middle?

It seems that Dr. Zu saved himself - at the cost of his life.

hateful!

Actually dragging innocent people into it, what on earth is the other party trying to do?Now that he has successfully made himself a murderer, what's next?Can anyone tell him what happened?

By the way, Dr. Zu also said a few words to himself at that time, as if he wanted to... escape?Escape from the church?And then... destroy...

destroy what...

"Heart"?

Destroy the "heart"?

What does it mean?Not to mention why he did this, he doesn't even know where the "heart" is, how can it be destroyed?What the hell does Dr. Zu know?

It's a pity that no matter what he knows, he can't ask anymore.

There were some noises outside the door, and after a few password exchanges, someone came in.Sensing someone standing in front of him, Allen raised his head, his eyes turned cold.It's that central hall niche.

"Alan Walker, suspected of murder and collaborating with the enemy, is being escorted to the central hall for heresy interrogation." The man looked down at him in a very official tone.

Collaboration?What is this?But it doesn't matter, Allen thought amusedly, if he wants to commit a crime, there is nothing wrong with it.

"take away."

Two team members stepped forward, changed the shackles, and pulled him up from the ground.Allen struggled to stand still, feeling as if his feet were stepping on cotton.

"You," Allen stared at Li Qi's back, and asked every word, "or the people above you, what kind of conspiracy is there?"

"Conspiracy?" The person in front seemed to laugh sarcastically, "This question should be asked of you."

"How Dr. Zu died, you know for yourself."

"I only know that there are all witnesses and evidences. For the rest, you can go to court and talk about it."

After saying this, the man stopped talking.Alian knew that the other party came prepared, and the defense was futile, so he simply gave up the verbal dispute and resigned himself to fate.Looking at the black iron gates receding behind him on both sides, he suddenly felt that once he left, he might never come back.

Mo sat on the waiting seat, staring at the bag of things on the conference table, as if he wanted to burn a hole in it alive with his eyes.God knows how that bag of documents is in his office, and only God knows how he felt when the inspector who suddenly broke in searched this thing just now.

Suddenly, a complete monitoring report on September 9 came out, which is quite evil.Nine out of ten of the original copy in the reference room was replaced by this one, but it was changed back at some point.It can be seen that the previous impression was not a hallucination, and his spirit is normal—perhaps this is the only comfort.

The crackling sound of iron chains came, and a team of guards escorted Allen into the interrogation court.Looking at the young man's pale face, he couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.I'm afraid this troublesome matter cannot be resolved.

"Alan Walker is suspected of killing Zu Meizhan in the early morning of November 11th. The only fingerprints on the gun that committed the crime have been detected to be from himself. Leakey Weir and his subordinates witnessed the scene." Link turned a page of the document, Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Rubelier, and continued to read, "According to another report, an unfiled document was found from Zhang Mo, the Minister of Technology, which is the data of the monitoring office on September 12."

September 9rd?Allen fumbled through the memories of more than a month ago, and couldn't remember what happened for a while, but listening to the words, presumably nothing good will happen next.Sure enough, after a rustling sound came from the loudspeaker, he heard such a conversation.

"this is yours."

A man's voice, very much like someone.

"Thanks."

There was a slight sound, as if some package of paper was caught.

"By the way, Allen, I need your help with something else."

This, could it be...

"Um."

There was a rustling, and then the sound of writing.

"I think...you should come over when the time comes, I guess you won't stay there for long."

"Hey, Tiki..."

"It's okay, in fact, you can find a trustworthy person to do something, and save yourself the trouble of talking, right?"

Pause, fast forward, play.

The voice is noisy, as if many people are discussing something, you talk to me.

"... Let Allen go..."

"...Skin to Rhodes..."

"...Allen, you have to be more angry..."

"...The timing of the kidnapping needs to be right...will you come back together later?"

"...No, it's more useful to stay there..."

stop.

silence.

The interrogation court was depressingly quiet. Several high-level officials on the stage looked at the documents and discussed a few words with each other, all of them looked dignified.

"I, Rubelier, the chief commander of the central hall, now accuse Allen Walker of two crimes: murdering members of the religious order and adultery with Noah." Rubelier, who was sitting in the middle, finally spoke. One word and one sentence resounded loudly, "Excuse me, what do the officers here think?"

Allen suddenly wanted to laugh.

So that's the case, murder and collaborating with the enemy, another clumsy frame.That fake recording was made to look like that. How can I say it depends on the general's face. Forgive him for how eloquent Allen Walker is. This will never call Tiki to confront him in court.The other party's intentions are already obvious, and the charges and the like are just reasons.I just don't know where I am hindering them, to be framed like this.

"Let me say something," Comey in the side seat said suddenly, "Alan Walker was on a mission when this conversation happened, and he has the right to make independent responses to any situation, and it cannot be used as a basis for collaborating with the enemy."

"Then why was this information hidden and not submitted to the file?" a senior executive questioned.

"Ghost knows where this thing came from," Mo added angrily, "Electromagnetic interference on September 9rd, there was no monitoring at all..."

"Zhang Mo, please pay attention to your identity." Rubelier interrupted him, "You have no right to speak if you are suspected of being an accomplice."

Mo was suffocated by the words, shut up unwillingly, and at the same time greeted each other's immediate female relatives one by one in his heart.

"I think there is also a doubt here," Komui pushed his glasses, and continued, "If you are concealing the content of the conversation as an accomplice, why not just destroy the record, but hide it at the risk of revealing it? And the original voice in the recording There is a certain degree of distortion, and it is not 100% sure that it is the person, so the credibility of this evidence itself needs to be verified."

"You want to say that this record was falsified?" asked an older official.

"That's a preposterous statement," Rubelier dismissed before Komui could answer, "Fortunately, it was not destroyed in time, otherwise the consequences may be more serious. If it is a forgery, I think the record in the data room Missing reports are more questionable."

Did not have time?Oh, too.Mo thought belatedly, if he was caught right when it was being destroyed, that would be what the general would like to see the most.

"But Allen didn't have any motive to do this," Comey was obviously displeased. "Noah has a grudge against him, and he has no reason to help them."

"Then he also has no reason to save Noah's people," Rubelier spread out a document in front of several high-level officials, "When he and Tiki Mick were attacked on September 9, they were in their own In a concealed situation, he took the initiative to save the enemy."

As soon as the words fell, discussions quickly rang out during the meeting.

"Besides, if it wasn't a spy, how could it have been safe and sound even after its identity was discovered, and it was not even silenced in the end? I think there are good reasons to suspect that on the day of the robbery, Allen Walker was to help Ti Chi Meek escaped safely and was intentionally held hostage!"

The discussions during the dinner became louder, and Komui clenched the pen in his hand, with a very ugly expression on his face.The interrogation court is the internal court of the church, and it has always been presided over by those senior officials. Mid-level officials like him can only participate in discussions, but have no voting rights.That is to say, the final verdict depends entirely on the attitude of those people in the stands. Judging from the current situation, it is very pessimistic.

"That's why I propose to execute the heretic Allen Walker on charges of murder and collaborating with the enemy." Rubelier paused for a while, looked at the officials around him, and asked in a deep voice, "Sirs, do you have any objections?"

There was silence on the stage, no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the hall tightened sharply, waiting for the upcoming verdict.

"Then..." Rubelier said slowly.

"I object--"

Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded from a corner of the hall, everyone looked over together, and saw a person appeared at the door.