[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Enjolras could not sleep.

At first he thought it was because he was too nervous, but now, he was almost sure that it must be due to the influence of the medicine - he couldn't be sure if it was the medicine that was injected at the beginning, or the vial that he was provided halfway through. water.

It should have been at least forty hours since his last sleep, which was calculated by Enjolras based on his physical condition.And his last sleep was only a short three hours.The superimposed effect of sensory deprivation and sleep deprivation is extremely significant. He can clearly feel the gradual loss of his physical strength and thinking ability, and every moment is weaker and more chaotic than the last second.He tried counting, reciting, hammering the wall with his hands, trying to poke his bruises and wounds to feel the presence of his body, and then traced carelessly on his arms with his nails.At some point, he suddenly felt that the touch under his fingers seemed a little sticky.

Startled, he stopped, and then touched the surrounding skin.His nails did not know when they slowly opened a wound on the skin, which was already bleeding.

――Someone may be watching this room.Enjolras thought.Although there is no light source in the room, they can watch me with infrared monitoring.Will they be satisfied with it?Will it feel like they have achieved their goal?

Or are they looking for a new breakthrough, and no one is monitoring here?

He was actually terrified by such conjectures.He is well aware of the ultimate outcome of staying in this room-his spirit may collapse before his body/body.And Enjolras valued his reason more than his body.As much as he didn't want to admit it, he kind of expected, almost subconsciously, that they would take him out and torture him again.Even pain is better than endless tiredness and emptiness.

When the window on the door was opened again, he suspected that it was his hallucination.This time he sank deeper into the hallucinations and hallucinations, and it took him several seconds to realize that the real light had stung his eyes, and he managed to pull himself out of the trance sleepiness , approaching the small gap.

"Good evening." The same voice from the other side greeted him, and the same small bottle of water was stuffed in.Enjolras gulped it down, and he had no other choice: the water might contain medicine, but if he didn't drink it, he would die of dehydration.He returned the bottle, and passed a small cube-shaped object on the opposite side again, with an explanation: "Food."

It tasted like an oddly flavored compressed biscuit, still just barely big enough to survive.Enjolras swallowed reluctantly with a dry throat, and then passed the second bottle of water across.He slowly drank the second small bottle before he could barely make a hoarse voice: "Night?"

"Or maybe it was late at night. Late at night the next day," Nighthawk replied.

In other words, it had been about two days and one night since he was locked in.

"In the past two days, the situation outside has changed drastically, and some people suspect that it is useless to interrogate you. But I still want to try again." Nighthawk said in a gentle and sincere tone, but with unconcealable fatigue , "Let's start from the very beginning. You know, at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night on the 17th, we found the remains of the staff of our embassy. In the early morning of the next day, you were urgently interrogated by the military of country F, and at seven o'clock in the morning you were Handed over to our country for interrogation. ——The F Country Morning Post, which was published at [-]:[-] that morning, had already published this news on the front page. reliable evidence."

It took a moment for Enjolras' mind, which had been idle for so long, to catch up with her words, but his once-celebrated intellect was not in vain.Even though he was extremely tired, even though he still had to struggle with some illusions on the edge of his thoughts from time to time, he quickly grasped the point of this sentence. "Eight in the morning?" he asked, "Impossible. The time for newspapers to leave the printing factory must be at least five or six in the morning. At that time, the military has not officially announced the news—how could they know, and how could they have time to write and typeset?" ,print?"

"Unless they have another news channel, even, this manuscript was prepared in advance." Nighthawk said, "We sneaked into the editorial office of the morning paper at [-]:[-] in the morning-at that time, the body of the editor-in-chief had already died. It was lying in his office. It was not done by our people. He signed the manuscript, and no one in the editorial department knew the source of the manuscript except him."

Enjolras took a deep breath, unable to tell whether it was shock or anger: "Kill to silence."

"Coincidentally, the body was discovered at [-]:[-] in the morning, and other media rushed to withdraw and typeset the manuscript temporarily, just in time for the release of the morning newspaper and the F country daily. Think about it, a newspaper published the news of the identification of the murderer in the morning , provided evidence, and the editor-in-chief was killed immediately, what would other media think? What would the public think? Who is most motivated to kill people? Enjolras, tell yourself, which faction do you belong to?"

"...Military." Enjolras said hoarsely, barely able to make a sound.

"General Lamarck's faction in the military. Everyone knows that you are a young officer whom General Lamarck values ​​and cultivates. Some ordinary people may not know it, but the news bombing in the past two days has already made almost all people in country F know. This point." Nighthawk said, "You should also know that the two mainstays of F's lord and faction are Vice President Mabeuf and General Lamarck. Among them, General Lamarck's power is more important. After all, he controls However, General Lamarck, who has always advocated peace, will appear a brutal murderer who tortured and killed the people of country E, and now the peace faction has suffered a great backlash from public opinion."

She paused for a moment, giving Enjolras a little time to digest and absorb.

"I can say frankly that we have had contact with General Lamarck, but the two sides don't trust each other, and there is no way to reach a smooth cooperation-and I can also feel that they themselves are struggling to find evidence of the main combat faction , Can't catch the real murderer of this incident. As for now, they have too much time to take care of themselves, let alone your affairs. In fact, more than forty hours have passed since this murder case, and the murderer has probably destroyed all evidence and clues , Every second you stay here, the chance of you overturning the case becomes slimmer."

"Do you really want to reverse the case for me?" Enjolras asked.He himself couldn't tell whether he asked this question with sarcasm or hope.

"Yes, I think," said Nighthawk, her voice so earnest that for a moment Enjolras didn't know whether or how to answer.

"Of course I want to overturn your case and return your innocence. Because I know in my heart that you are innocent, and I don't want to see an excellent person like you be buried in vain, while the real murderer is at large. It is also because your case implicated you The situation between the two countries, and I don't want to see my countrymen caught in the flames of war again. So I ask you, with one last hope in mind: If you have a clue, if you can help us find the stolen The man with the gun, and even if you can help find the man behind the mobilization of the military in an attempt to seize power and start a war, we still have a chance to prevent the worst."

"...No." Enjolras said, he pinched his wound hard, trying to keep his drowsy brain running, "Your logic... still has loopholes."

Through the heavy metal door, he could still hear Nighthawk's mournful sigh. "What do you think is wrong?" she asked him gently.

"If the situation is as serious as you said, it is impossible for me to have the ability to directly affect the entire situation, or even reverse the situation." Enjolras said, "If I really have such information and I don't realize it, Then, the mastermind behind the scenes will not send me to you, and give you the opportunity to learn about the information."

"Actually, there is another point." Nighthawk added, "This series of actions are all weakening the influence of the peace faction of Country F, with the purpose of seizing power from General Lamarck—but you must know that the people are currently in such a state. He strongly opposed him because his subordinates killed the people in the embassy of country E. This shows that the people are still eager to maintain peace between the two countries. If the purpose of the main fighters is to provoke war, why do they incite such public opinion? ?”

She paused, "I can answer these two questions for you together. They sent you to country E just to kill you with our hands."

"why?"

"You should know that the person in charge of your case is Miss Evermond. Before her, the person in charge of country F was Mr. Fernand, who is famous for torture. This period was originally between the two of them. According to the usual practice, you were supposed to be interrogated by Fernand, but by mistake, Evremond was in charge of your interrogation. She has kept you alive until now, even with nothing on you. Scars, this is really something that the mastermind behind the scenes did not expect."

"What if I fall into Fernand's hands?"

"You're going to be tortured to death—if I'm not wrong, the method should be quite similar to the previous victim. After these two days of incidents, they have half-taken over some of General Lamarck's troops, as early as tonight , Tomorrow at the latest, there will be a certain internal staff member or a certain reporter willing to risk their lives to expose the so-called "truth"-you are innocent, you have been tortured to death, all of this is a conspiracy of country E, The purpose is to weaken the strength of the army of country F. As long as the wording is appropriate, such a statement can easily arouse the anger of the people, and the main fighters will follow the trend to fuel the flames. Then they only need to create a few small disputes on the border, and the war can start naturally .At that time, General Lamarck will have no reason to even stop the war. If he speaks against it, people will question why he does not avenge his subordinates, and even his army will be chilled by it. If he is in favor, then , war is bound to happen.”

"That also requires your cooperation."

"Indeed. There are always some people who value interests more than the people, and our government also has advocates of war. Many times, the positions are not divided according to the country, but according to the belief. I stand in the same camp as you, Please trust me."

Enjolras wavered.

This vacillation only existed in his heart for a short moment, and when he was hesitating whether to kill this trace of trust, suddenly there was a vague movement outside.

Even though he couldn't see the other party at all through the iron gate, he could almost feel the tense atmosphere immediately.Nighthawk gave a quick "hush" to warn him to keep quiet, and she followed her to close the small window until there was only a gap - so small that Enjolras suspected that she might have intended to close it completely. Yes, it's just that I didn't have time in a hurry.

He lay on his stomach at the door, and carefully dug the thin gap with his nails. After a few seconds, the gap was a little bigger, enough for him to hear the movement outside.He put one ear up and focused all his attention.

He heard two footsteps coming from a distance.A woman standing at the door of his cell spoke, her voice was no longer the soft and clear voice of Nighthawk with a little sadness, but now her voice was cold and merciless: "Mr. Fernand, you Do you need me?"

The footsteps on the other side were a little chaotic, as if the other side was quite surprised: "Miss Evermond, why are you here?"

"I'm here to question the suspect."

"Interrogating the suspect? There is still a lot of information that has not been investigated in time. The intelligence team works overtime overnight, and you are wasting time on such meaningless work?"

"I don't need you to worry about how I carry out my work. Since you're not looking for me, what's your business here?"

"I'm here to interrogate the suspect."

"Good. Minister's warrant?"

"...Minister's warrant?"

"Of course, I am fully responsible for this case. Even if there is a ministerial warrant, I will have to call for a second verification before handing over the important suspect to you."

"What's the point? You don't need to bother the minister. I just see that your interrogation efficiency is too slow. Put people in the cell, don't ask questions, and be passive and sabotage..."

"Mr. Fernand." The female voice interrupted him coldly, "You have worked in this job for half your life, and you know what things you should not interfere with. I will treat you as a kind helper, and now you can leave."

"I--"

"Do you still remember that I, like you, have the right to report in an emergency?" the female voice asked, "The situation is tense now, and I have no time to be distracted. I advise you not to do things that are easy to be misunderstood."

Fernand on the opposite side paused for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, he seemed a little out of breath: "I think I should report urgently. You also know that the situation is tense, but you still treat important suspects like this, even torture. It hasn’t been done, so what’s the intention of deliberately covering it up?”

"Use your own rights as you like." The female voice said, "Please."

The two sides confronted each other for a while, but Fernand's side finally retreated.After they left, the footsteps belonging to Nighthawk gradually left, walked to the end of the corridor, then turned back, and finally stopped at his door again.A finger brushed lightly over the crack, which startled Enjolras.

"Sit up," said the voice of Nighthawk to him.

Enjolras sat up.There was a sound outside, he heard the sound of the key and the turning of the lock, and then his eyes suddenly lit up - in the center of the door, a bigger window suddenly opened.

There was a checkered pattern on the door, but the four sides of the window were right where the checkered pattern was, and there was no trace of it when touched with fingers. Only when it was pulled open at this time could it be found that the board could be moved.The window is separated by a layer of iron fence, and a layer of fine and dense barbed wire is pasted outside.Behind the fence and grid, Corona Evermond watched him.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year everyone, pay attention to your health and protection~

I will finish this episode tomorrow.