[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Huang, however, seemed to have been prepared for a long time.

Yimulian didn't maintain support, couldn't sense where he was, and ran for more than half of the imperial capital, and finally found him in a medium-sized detention center in the southern district.The dignified marshal would end up like this.The wind blew for a long time at Yimu, and he faced the strict access control in a dusty environment, and a densely packed document was still lit on the communicator held high in his hand.

Yimulian's voice was loud and clear: "According to Article 130 of the "Imperial Prison Law", the guide of the combined sentinel has the right to request to visit the imprisoned or detained partner at any time. I ask to see my sentinel, which is not too much."

The head of the detention center gave him a strange look: "Ten minutes, no more."

"you……"

"Who knows what you will plan after a long time, 10 minutes is enough for humanity, start counting from now on."

Yimulian gritted his teeth.He is not stupid, and he naturally knows that many people in the military are eyeing the position of marshal of a country. This should be placed on weekdays, and there is a gap in ability, so no one dares to act rashly.But now the Secret Service is targeting Marshal Huang with suspicion and spearhead. How can such a god-given opportunity be let go by those hostile parties that have been suppressed miserably?Naturally, he took the opportunity to step on it again, not to mention that now is a special period of war with the Federation. It is precisely because of such a special moment that everything is coming more logically.

A simple "job transfer" can clearly explain the military's approach to the public.

Huang has always disliked dealing with interpersonal relationships, and he probably expected to be missed by others.

Yimulian followed the staff in the corridor.The person leading the way walked very slowly, as if he was deliberately delaying time. He was so patient that he almost wanted to punch him and force him to run away—but this was different from attacking a robot. Assaulting the police was a criminal offense responsible.

Without the spiritual tentacles, he would have to be bullied wherever he went.

When they came to the meeting room, Huang sat on the other side of the room separated by a bulletproof glass, without any sense of tension in criminal detention in his words and deeds.

Yimulian wanted to laugh at you, telling you that you are usually too arrogant, and you are really hated by others, but when he saw the sneer that seemed to be sneered at the corner of Huang's mouth, his mood suddenly became heavy—Huang really expected it To be precise, he should have expected it when he was approached by Phoenix Fire before.

Yimulian deliberately concealed it and delayed the time, but it didn't work. It came much faster than expected, which caught people off guard.

This is criminal detention, and what's more, he is facing the accusation of "treason" that the people of the whole country most disagree with. Yimulian has to face up to this difficult situation.The military department moved so fast, it was obvious that someone secretly manipulated it behind the scenes. The evidence presented may not be completely true. Even if it is true, he has to find a way to "have to" make it false.

There were still people monitoring, and Yimulian didn't dare to be too explicit: "You can't plead guilty, right?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that there was no communication port in the interview room, and the two sides of the glass were airtight, so he couldn't hear what Huang said when he opened his mouth there.Those people must have been instructed to bring them to this meeting room. Yimulian has nothing to do at this time, and he is not omnipotent. He can't read lips, so he had to stick almost to the glass to hear a trace of it. silk sound.

He thought that Huang was going to ask him to find a defense lawyer, or to tell him who to look for as a witness, but he didn't expect Huang to just repeat a sentence: "On the twelfth floor of the White Tower, look for Jiaotu."

This is a name I haven't even heard before. The tenth floor of the White Tower and above are all guide departments, and I don't see Huang usually has anything to do with her. What do you do with her at this critical moment?

He didn't care.

"Trust me, never plead guilty. I can do it." He said urgently, time was running out, and at the very least he had to make a good confession: "You can get through it, please wait for me..."

Huang obviously heard what he said, shook his head, not sure whether to affirm or deny, and repeated: "Bring her to see me."

Huang didn't seem to be joking, so Yimulian had no choice but to agree: "I'll find a defense lawyer, don't let go, if the consciousness cloud scan doesn't yield results, it's all 'planting and framing', Yuan...Huang, you know what I mean."

It was clearly to get out of trouble, but the atmosphere in the meeting room was dignified and confrontational, Huang blinked, as if he was not interested in Yimu Lianshuo's plan.The guard outside the door coughed heavily, and neither of them took it seriously. Huang frowned: "I don't need a defense lawyer. This is the last chance. There will be a trial tomorrow. Remember to bring her to the court." Come."

Yimulian propped his hands on the glass, his throat a little hoarse.

Is it a witness?

"I……"

He suddenly didn't know what to say, because he wanted to say too much.It would be great if he could escape from prison, as long as he handed Huang a gun, it would be no problem to fight out from this small broken place.But this idea is too rebellious, it is not an idea that would come out of his pure nature at all, it must have been spoiled by Huang.Although this idea is rebellious, it is still hundreds of times better than being convicted and executed secretly.

Yimulian really wanted to ask "Is that you", but he couldn't ask.

Huang must know something, but won't tell him the truth.

The reluctance to combine with him, is it because of the Dark Sentinel, or because of the suspicion that he is a member of the Federal Army?

The hands of the two faced each other for a split second through the thick glass.

In just that split second, Yimulian was roughly dragged away by the guard: "It's time! If you don't leave, you're trespassing!"

Huang's hand froze there and did not drop it for a long time.

For a moment, Yimulian felt that he might have doubted his own identity, and even made mental preparations.Has his "believe me" with a deep meaning been hesitant because of Jinyu Ji's words since then?

Yimulian threw off the guard's restraint angrily, and tried to knock him down: "I hope you remember that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. I don't mind the police seeing you if you act recklessly against a general."

Sure enough, the man let go, snorted coldly, and continued to urge him to move forward.

Yimu walked two steps in a row and then turned back, Huang still stood there motionless, but the expression on his face was by no means the indifference shown in front of others just now.He just watched him leave step by step, it was definitely not expectation, but he really couldn't see anything, the white dragon circled in the air, and finally plunged into a cloud and mist alone.

The palm left a steamy mark on the glass, which slowly disappeared.

Yimulian returned to the car, the driver asked him how the situation was in a panic, he sighed, and called Baita.

After nine o'clock in the evening, there were only staff on duty left in the White Tower. I don't know if it was God's mercy, but the guide named Jiaotu happened to be on duty tonight.Yimulian asked her to go to the military court, but she agreed with a good voice.

Before hanging up the phone, she suddenly seemed to realize something, and asked casually: "Admiral, that... have you been married for just one year?"

There is no need to count at a glance: "Yes. What?"

"No, it's nothing!" The little girl hung up the phone in a hurry, so hastily that Yimulian began to consider whether he should go directly to the White Tower to tie him up to make him feel more at ease.After thinking about it, he decided to forget it, that seemed to be the usual style of the bold Marshal Huang, it would be better for him not to follow the Romans and do as the Romans do.

Yimulian didn't go back to live, so he opened a room in a nearby hotel to make do with it.

Before leaving, the driver handed him something, and he took a closer look, it was the tape recorder specially used to play white noise.Ah, at that time he thought about using it to eavesdrop under Huang's nose, but now he can't arouse his curiosity at all.

It doesn't matter what's inside.

He carefully put away the tape recorder, which was something to be returned, and then tossed and turned on the bed half asleep.

The news that the Marshal of the Empire was put on public trial by the military court can be regarded as one of the most scandals in the empire. No media dared to report this matter, and even the unruly Qingda reporter just pretended not to know.Those who knew the truth were terrified, for fear that some unscrupulous guy would reveal this matter and implicate himself in it—there was such an internal strife in the face of a war, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was a division within the military. Under the guise of investigating traitors, he wanted to replace the position of Marshal.

How could such a Marshal Huang, who even proposed to directly bomb the densely populated areas of the Federation, be a member of the Federation?

How heartbroken it is to have trouble with one's own country!

Yimulian still brought the defense lawyers he had hired with his aristocratic connections. No matter how capricious the matter was, they still had three hours to prepare for the defense before the trial. better choice.These three hours are very important to Huang, and it is the only opportunity to communicate with the outside world before he is detained and goes to court.

Miss Jiaotu came earlier than him, carrying a girly backpack, her face was so red that she was about to go on a blind date.

He said hello politely, always feeling uneasy.

The lawyers invited followed them honestly, and had already begun to think about how to lose the lawsuit in a reasonable way without damaging their reputation in advance.The qualifications of a lawyer are actually not bad at all, but it is too difficult to win a lawsuit against the military.Thinking so, the lawyer followed into the room, only to realize that the three-hour arrangement seemed to be nothing to him.

Marshal Huang was still wearing chrome handcuffs, and greeted politely: "Miss Jiaotu, hello."

She recognized this voice, and Jiao Tu was startled: "Ah, you really are the one from yesterday..."

Huang had no intention of reminiscing about the past, and interrupted her: "You are a sympathizer, and I need your help."

"Naturally." She nodded hurriedly, as she promised yesterday.The White Tower requires them to help the sentinel guides at any time, even if it is a pair of "desperate couples".

His eyes were full of clouds and mist, and there was only a string in his heart that led him to think: "This is the lawyer we invited..."

"Listen, this is Abe Seimei's idea. Forcibly empathizing with the Sentinel may activate the activity of your consciousness cloud. There is no chance, and you have to try whether it works or not." Before he could finish speaking, Huang leaned over and pressed him on the bed On the back of the plastic chair: "Admiral, I know you want to recover more than anyone else."

"Let's talk about it later, it's still..." Yimulian's heart shuddered, remembering that Huang said yesterday that he didn't need to find a defense lawyer.

—What is no chance, do you feel that you can no longer walk out of this court freely? !He wanted to yell back like this, but he felt exhausted.

He did not fall in the hands of the enemies of the Federation, but was defeated by his own internal strife. How sad, a marshal should not be treated like this.

But Huang's tone was unquestionable: "No, this is the only chance."

Perhaps this is the last three hours of freedom.

He didn't want to keep these three hours to himself at all.

Yimulian tried his best to break free from control, but he had never spoken so hard before: "There are still three hours, the lawyer still has time to prepare, this can go back..."

"Miss Jiaotu."

Jiaotu hesitated again and again, and finally chose to obey the sentinel's order.

"The magic of the White Tower, I wish lovers will get married..." Ms. Jiaotu ignored Yimulian's resistance and embraced them affectionately.She always used such rude methods to help people restore a broken marriage, but she never thought that one day this ability would be used to save people.The spiritual tentacles that flowed into his empty cloud of consciousness like a stream of clear water, stirred up a ripple with difficulty, and felt cold to the touch.When he opened his eyes again, he saw a strange yet familiar place.

——It was the desert.

his mental picture.

The wild sea flows into the desert, submerging the scorching yellow sand under the scorching sun, and this barren place gradually has a glimmer of life.

tbc

Criminal cases seem to be in this order!detained before trial

[Case filing] → [Investigation] → [Criminal Detention] → [Arrest] → [Transfer for review and prosecution] → [Public prosecution] → [Trial] → [Judgment] → [Appeal if you are not satisfied with the result of the first instance] → [Second instance] → 【Transfer Execution】