Alien Hotel

At 10:15 in the morning, Song Cheng once again came to the holding area where high-risk prisoners were held.

A pure white corridor without any decoration extends in the field of vision, with bright lights shining evenly from the roof. At regular intervals on both sides of the corridor, a circle of dark red lights embedded in the walls, roof and floor can be seen.

Heavily armed guards are vigilantly guarding the T-junctions at both ends of the corridor, and there are a large number of sensors, monitors and sentry weapons hidden inside a large number of security modules on the roof.

In the corridor, you can see a thick gate every few meters. Some of the gates are lit with green lights, while in other parts, the lights are dazzling bright red.

This is one of the highest-level "prisons" of the Secret Service. It is specially used to hold the most dangerous and easiest to escape "humanoid prisoners". Those who are eligible to enter here have either caused major damage in the border area and are awaiting trial. The criminals are either dangerous elements with huge potential threats and worthy of being wanted by seven or eight forces if they are released.

Angel cultists are certainly suitable to be detained here.

Song Cheng came to a gate at the end of the corridor, glanced at the light on the door and the information displayed on the screen on the wall next to him, and nodded to the guard in the containment area following him: "How is that guy's condition?"

"Calm, no record of activity, no self-harm or escape attempts," the armed guard wearing full armor, with his face hidden in a thick mask said in a sullen voice, "Apart from the necessary eating, drinking, and defecation, the prisoners have been sitting there all the time. There seemed to be a long period of meditation in that chair.”

"What's the reaction to the mind monitoring and barrier devices?"

"All security systems are operating normally, and it can be determined that the prisoner is unable to communicate with any hidden presence or with his accomplices," the armed guard continued. "We monitored him making several movements like silent prayers, but did not sense any supernatural power. It should just be a simple act of prayer.”

"Well," Song Cheng nodded slightly, and then said, "Where's the other one?"

"They are held in solitary confinement in Area B. The situation there is the same as here. The prisoners are quiet and silent. They do not do anything unusual, but they also refuse to cooperate. Several routine interrogations and hypnosis failed to pry open their mouths. To be honest, these The mental barrier of the "cultists" is indeed quite strong."

"It's normal. After all, that's what they believe in. Sometimes it's not that the mental barrier is strong, but that these lunatics simply don't have the minds of normal people - but they still have to be tried," Song Cheng said, calling out He took a breath and said, "Open this door, I want to 'chat' with the guy inside again."

"Understood," the armed guard nodded, and stepped forward to operate the locking mechanism of the gate. "The communication will last for one hour. During this period, all security systems will be highly sensitive. Please pay attention to your safety and control your mood swings."

After a while, there was a gradually lowering buzzing sound and the hissing sound of the mechanical device releasing pressure from inside the heavy gate. Accompanied by a soft system prompt, the silver-white alloy door slowly retreated to both sides. The "room" inside used to hold prisoners was revealed.

A translucent blue "light curtain" separated the cell into two parts. The "outside" near the gate was empty. On the other side of the light curtain, there were minimal beds and a chair. Everything in the room was the same. Both the walls, roof and ground are covered with a tough and slightly elastic material, and several extremely solid hemispherical devices can be seen on the roof. Occasionally, there is a red light or sound coming from those devices. It came out from within, with a cold and warning tone.

A tall, thin, bald man wearing a white prison uniform, his neck and hands controlled by some advanced restraint device, was sitting quietly on the gray-white chair, looking at the bare wall opposite with an expressionless face.

The heavy gate was closed behind him. Song Cheng came to the light curtain and put his hand on its surface. After a few breaths, the light curtain disappeared, and he walked straight towards the prisoner sitting on the chair - the two captured angel believers. one.

The bald prisoner finally looked away from the bare wall and looked up at Song Cheng. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and he was so calm that he seemed to have transcended all emotions and desires in the world.

"You're here again," the Angelic Cultist said calmly, "the poor man trapped in a cage."

"In your eyes, I am trapped in a certain cage, right? You regard the real world as a cage and your master is trapped in another cage." Song Cheng did not care at all about the offense in the other party's words. , just said expressionlessly, "Look at yourself again, aren't you also trapped in a cage?"

"I am indeed temporarily trapped here, but I enjoy freedom and peace far beyond your understanding." A smile appeared on the believer's face, "And my Lord's 'trapment' is a more noble 'suffering', and in the end If you break free from the bondage as agreed and come to this miserable world, then the devout people will be blessed, and a dull person like you will naturally have corresponding sufferings."

Song Cheng was unmoved, but there was a trace of curiosity in his eyes: "I suddenly became concerned, you and your companion, which 'angel' are you following? As far as I know, there are many dark angels, angel believers In fact, there are many sects. Some believe in several at the same time, while others firmly follow one of them. "Which one do you believe in?" "

"You begin to show your curiosity about our Lord, and in the form of interrogations, you learn about His secrets from me. Then you will gradually show your interest in our faith and seek more teachings from me, and then you will Act as if you are touched, and even start to actively listen to those 'voices' - after a few days, or more cautiously, after ten days, you will act like a trainee who has been privately influenced by our Lord. ', like one of my own. "

The Angelic Cultist spoke calmly, as if describing a series of facts that had not happened but had become the past tense in his "observation" while looking into Song Cheng's eyes.

Then, he leaned forward slightly: "I will relax my guard on the seventh or eighth day, and reveal too many secrets related to my Lord and my compatriots to you in the process, and you will Save your energy by telling your boss these secrets, the smell of sanity blockers is seeping out of your pores.”

The expression on Song Cheng's face remained unchanged, and he seemed to have no reaction at all to the "exposure" of the cultist in front of him. He was just silent for a few seconds, and a smile appeared on his face: "Very good, it seems that you have quite a lot of experience." —But your companion’s experience is relatively average.”

"Oh, then that's the second route. You imprisoned us separately just to make us doubt the loyalty and piety of the other person." The Angelic Cultist shook his head, "Your method is simpler than I thought."

Song Cheng stared closely at the "angel cult" in front of him who looked neither sad nor happy, as if he had escaped from the fetters of mortal weaknesses. The other person's bare head looked particularly dazzling and unpleasant at the moment.

After a moment, he exhaled softly and sat down directly on the bed next to him.

"It doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time. I am indeed not an interrogation expert, but there will be more professional people to complete this work. As for now - let's just chat, just chat."

An hour later, the cell door opened and Song Cheng walked out.

Heavily armed guards came from the side: "Did you ask anything?"

"It's the same as last time. It's like they are so arrogant. I doubt that even if there is an end of the world and the universe is about to explode, there will still be those two-tongues of these angelic believers left in the world to live a long life. "Tianqi," Song Cheng cursed without grace, while taking out a cigarette from his pocket and holding it in his mouth, "and this one seems to have a special ability. He can deduce the direction of events after any of my words or actions." 'Yes, no wonder the previous interrogation experts couldn't do anything to him."

"..——·Is a 'prophet'"? "

"It's hard to say. I've never heard of any 'prophet' who can become an angel believer. And if he really is a prophet, how could we catch him so easily? I think this guy is more likely to be influenced by the 'angel' behind him, and he has obtained Got some clairvoyance type powers - I was really out of luck. "

The armed guard listened silently, and stretched out his hand to stop Song Cheng when he was about to light the lighter: "Leader,

Smoking is not allowed here. "

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, and put away the lighter and cigarette with an embarrassed expression.

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Taking out his cell phone and looking at it, the anger on Song Cheng's face that was hanging on his face a second ago instantly subsided. He quickly connected the phone while forcing a smile on his face: "Hey, Director? No, I just have some time to relax. You said you said -

ah? "

The expression on Song Cheng's face suddenly felt a little strange. He listened to a few words on his mobile phone and said hesitantly: "Tell him - is this appropriate? If you let him participate - after all, it's not our Secret Service. He’s an insider, right? Well, since it’s your judgment, I’ll give him a call.”

After hanging up the phone, Song Cheng looked at the screen in a daze, seemingly in a subtle mood.

The armed guard on the side was looking curiously through his protective mask.

Song Cheng waved his hand, signaling to the guards to be on standby. Then he walked aside with his cell phone and dialed a number after hesitating for a moment.

After waiting for a moment, a voice came from the microphone: "Hello? Captain Song?"

"Ahem, Yu Sheng," Song Cheng coughed twice, "Let me tell you something - do you still remember the two angel cultists you provided clues to before? The Secret Service has arrested someone, and our director asked me to Let me ask you, are you interested—"

Before he finished speaking, a hurried voice came from the microphone: "Yes!

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment: "Um——·Okay, I'll take someone to pick him up——"

"Send someone to pick you up on the 54-1/2 floor. I'm already here."