Wood mocked with a smile, "You seem to have memorized more and more political terms after a few chats. You seem to have read Mr. President's speech many times, haven't you?"
Chen Yijiang scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Yes."
Wood mocked, "Pabre is quite fast with the knife. He's not worried that he'll cut off the good meat that isn't abscesses anyway."
Chen Yijiang hesitated for a moment and said, "There are always some inevitable sacrifices."
Bob had been drinking his coffee in silence and with a smile. After hearing this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He put down the coffee cup and said softly, "This has been repeated many times.
An involuntary sacrifice can't be called a sacrifice. It can be called being sacrificed, or … murder. "
At five o 'clock in the afternoon, Chen Yijiang got off work. Bob and Wood looked at the raindrops and body pieces on the window with ugly expressions.
The light in the room suddenly brightened up and shone on the faces of the two reporters. Every wrinkle and the tiniest spot were illuminated clearly. It was not until now that the haggard and exhausted faces could be seen clearly.
Having been restricted by the Federation government for more than a month, the life of a prisoner was definitely not the luxurious afternoon tea time that it used to be. For people with strong enough minds, their bodies were on the verge of collapse.
Behind the unusually bright light that made it impossible for people to get rid of their tiredness through drowsiness were several officers of the Joint Investigation Department in black formal suits. Their faces could not be seen clearly, only vague outlines could be seen, and the cold and sharp sound of metal grinding could be heard.
"Citizen number: SL 654678932153, Bob. Citizen number: SL 655608352465, Wood. According to Article 4, Section 77 of the Patriot Act, your detention will be extended by seven days. "
"The Joint Investigation Department has completed this reading in accordance with the Special Authority Act and the authorization of the Bureau of Proclamation."
Wood covered his eyes with his hands and roared angrily, "Why?"
The black shadow behind the light replied without any emotion, "Due to the seriousness of the suspected crime and the complexity of the investigation, the suspect is extremely uncooperative, so we need to extend the detention time to complete the investigation."
Wood angrily grabbed his tangled curly hair and slammed the table, shouting, "Do you want to keep us locked up like this forever?"
The black shadow replied, "Of course not. According to the Special Authority Act, the maximum detention period of the Joint Investigation Department will not exceed one year."
Wood fell into silence. He rubbed his sunken eyes and no longer spoke.
The official in a black suit sat down. His eyes fell on Wood's thin face along with the dazzling incandescent light. He took out an electronic notebook and asked in a deep voice, "Regarding the special report in the Capital Special District Daily, how much money did you personally receive from the Sanlin United Bank?"
There was no answer, only silence.
"Reporter Wood, your annual salary is more than ten times the average salary of the Journalists' Union in the 70 years of the Constitutional calendar. How do you explain this? Can we interpret this as a transfer of benefits from the Sanlin United Bank to you? "
This question could be answered. Wood was the only reporter in the Federation who could use a group of entertainment paparazzi to dig out so many secrets of Senator Macklin. Naturally, he was qualified to receive the highest level of salary. However, Chief Editor Bob and Wood had answered this question too many times. They knew that it was meaningless, so they still remained silent.
"Chief Editor Bob, the next question is directed at you. Among all the chief editors of the big newspapers on Old Newspaper Street, you are the only one who does not own a share in the newspaper. Why? There are three unnamed shareholders of the Capital Special District Daily. Are they your agents? What are you trying to hide? "
The high salary was bribed by the rich, but not having a share in the newspaper was considered a conspiracy. No explanation was needed. The Federation government did not need their explanation at all. They only needed them to admit their guilt, so they still remained silent.
"The two of you are famous in the Federation's news industry. I have always respected you, but I did not expect that you would betray your conscience for money."
The official behind the light said sarcastically, "But please rest assured that the Joint Investigation Department has never used torture to extort confessions. I'm going to have a cup of coffee. Do you want to listen to a song?"
The song was a dance song, but it was not graceful. The electronic noise blended in a very narrow range. If they heard this dance song on the street, Bob and Wood would at most smile with a coarse tobacco and laugh at each other's taste in their hearts. However, when the dance song was played at a volume beyond the human endurance, it became the most unbearable torture.
The music had just started, and the volume was not turned up to the maximum. The officials had not yet walked out of the interrogation room. Like a good student who loved to show off, Reporter Wood raised his right hand high and shouted, "I admit it! I admit! "
Beside him, Editor-in-Chief Bob, who had an extremely complicated expression on his face, raised his left hand and shouted, "I raised my hand first. I admit that we did accept the black money from the Sanlin United Bank and deliberately framed the president."
After saying this, the two of them looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. The so-called true warriors would never look at a stone in front of them and kick it. They would rather take a detour. This was what they thought.
"Where is the money? Through which channel was it transferred? Where did you meet the people related to the Li family? When? "
Bob looked at Wood, thinking that he was the most famous reporter in the Federation's news industry. He wrote quickly and carefully. This difficult task could only be handed to him.
Wood swallowed hard and tiredly held his forehead, trying to make up a perfect story that would not be easily exposed.
However, the most important problem was that the two of them did not accept bribes from the Sanlin United Bank at all. They did not even meet with the people of the Li family in private. The Joint Investigation Department would investigate all the clues, and if there was nothing, it would not become a real thing.
The official in black looked at the two of them and sneered. He walked out of the interrogation room, and the dance song, which was more terrible than the noise, became louder and louder.
Bob and Wood looked at each other and confirmed that the Federation government did not want to hear too much at all. They only wanted to torture themselves. They could not help but smile bitterly. The seemingly cheerful and witty life of a prisoner was, in fact, full of endless pain.
In the noise, the two best reporters of the Federation held their heads with pale faces and collapsed in the chair in pain. They knew that the dance song would stop in half an hour. At that time, there would not be any injuries on their bodies. Even a lawyer would not have any way to complain to the government on their behalf.
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A thin plastic bag covered the head. The deformed face inside opened its mouth and breathed in panic, but could only breathe the air that came out of its lungs. It became more and more turbid and lifeless.
The man whose head was covered by the plastic bag struggled in pain, but there was no way to break the high-strength plastic rope tied to his limbs. There was no way to escape the control of the men around him. Only when he was about to suffocate to death was the plastic bag taken off, and then a basin of cold water poured over him.
Compared to the experience of Bob and Wood, the scene that happened in the secret interrogation room of the Federation Investigation Department of a state in S1 was obviously more cruel and cold-blooded.
The man who was soaked in pain coughed and gasped. Like a fish that had been fished out of a pond, he stared at the picture in front of him that he had seen countless times. He cried and said, "Yes, yes! I remember! He Youyou was talking to this person in the corner of the reception party for half a day! "
The official holding the picture smiled and patted his face. He walked to the interrogation room next door and looked at the woman behind the table who was in her thirties. There were traces of tears on her face. He said softly, "Your husband's closest colleague has admitted to that matter. Do you have anything to add?"
In the 37th Constitutional Era, the Empire had quietly planted several seeds in the soil of the Federation. The most famous of them were, of course, Xu Le and Macklin. Other than them, there was also an intelligence officer named He Youyou.
Because according to the investigation of the Federation, it was he who gave the top-secret itinerary of the Ancient Clock to the Empire, which eventually led to the explosion. In other words, this seed of the Empire was the most important person in the death of Zhong Shouhu.
However, the truth was, before he was arrested by the hardliners of the Federal military, He Youyou didn't even know that he was from the Empire. At that time, he was thirty-six years old. He had a waitress wife and a cute four-year-old daughter.
At this time, the woman behind the table in the interrogation room was He Youyou's wife, Rosie. She stared at the official with frightened eyes and said in a trembling voice, "I don't know. I don't know anything. I have never seen the person in the picture."
The official's face quickly darkened. He slammed the table and shouted, "What are you trying to hide? Are you colluding with the Empire? "
Rosie waved her hands in panic and said, "No, I have never seen anyone from the Empire in my life. How could I collude with someone from the Empire?"
"Liar!" The official said coldly, "Your husband, He Youyou, is from the Empire! How can you say that you have never seen anyone from the Empire?! "
Hearing that name, Rosie was very sad. She shouted in pain, "It's not like that! When I met Youyou, he was not from the Empire, nor was he a spy. He just liked to eat my food! "
"But he is a spy from the Empire."
The official coldly and mercilessly tore apart the woman's emotions. He said, "The question now is, who exactly awakened this spy of the Empire and ordered him to do such an ugly thing?"
"That damned newspaper said that the person was Ximen Jin. Those idiots in society actually believed this. They didn't think about it. How could the great and invincible officer of the Iron Seventh Division, the trusted subordinate of General Shaoqing, collude with someone from the Empire?"
The official's voice was cold and intrusive. He stared into the woman's eyes and said, "If you don't identify the real mastermind behind this, the Iron Seventh Division, General Shaoqing, and even Mr. President will be humiliated because of this."
Rosie didn't get any answer. She just trembled. She vaguely felt that this matter was very scary, but she didn't know what to say.
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