nebula story

"How is it possible?" Her elder brother chuckled lightly on the phone, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke, "Is that group of MI[-] vegetarians? Didn't that person Yuan Bihai stand out from a group of cold-blooded animals because of his cold-blooded attitude?" Is the method famous?"

Clenching her hands tightly, Mrs. Lin's voice suddenly became angry: "This violates the constitution and the prisoner of war treaty!"

"Ah, little sister, you are so naive." The eldest brother on the phone seemed to be shaking his head and sighing, "This is the reason why things are so secret! But you don't seem to have to worry about this, I think the imperial prisoner you mentioned may be He has obediently vomited out what the military wants, and now he should be detained in a top-secret prisoner-of-war camp."

Yes, this sentence is quite right, that child looks so quiet and kind, and it is not a brave and tough personality.

...He should have been subdued by torture, and revealed some secrets, right?

But at the beginning, she didn't know why, but the uneasiness and worry in her heart were so strong, as thick as a lead cloud.

Dazed in the guest room where Chesu stayed, she finally raised her hand and pressed the extremely difficult wartime special line.

The line has been busy.

After finally getting connected, the reply is that the general is in a meeting.After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the special line was finally connected, and the familiar voice of her husband came from the phone.

"Peiyan? Is that you?" The man, who seemed indifferent and calm in front of everyone, had a gentle and soft voice that only his wife could hear, "I'm sorry for making you wait so long, the confidential secretary said, you can find me In a hurry?"

"Azhan, I..." Retaining the address they used when they were young and dating, Mrs. Lin felt a little more at ease when she heard her husband's voice, "Are you okay?"

"Very good." The man said in harmony, after a moment of silence, he smiled, "Don't worry, the battle on the front line is still stalemate, and there will be no danger for the time being."

"Ah, that's good." Mrs. Lin finally said, "A-Zhan, I know I shouldn't bother you at this time, but I want to ask you something, if it's convenient."

After a moment of silence, the man on the other end of the phone seemed to sigh: "Do you want to ask that prisoner of the empire?"

"Yes, I want to know where he is kept, and I want to... go and see him."

"I'm sorry, Peiyan." The man hesitated a little, but still firmly refused, "This matter is not acceptable. The military has military regulations, and the state owns the laws of the country. I cannot promise you."

Disappointed and speechless, Mrs. Lin said slowly after a while, "Are you sure that your military's actions are really necessary and appropriate?"

This is already a relatively serious question between the two who have always respected each other and loved each other deeply.

Xie Zhan listened to his wife in silence, and replied quietly: "Yes, for the country, for the Federation, I think it is absolutely necessary.—even if he is only a child, even if he has no real guilt. "

"...Understood." Mrs. Lin said calmly, she had already said this, what else could she do besides trusting her husband?

"A-Zhan, can I ask you one more question?" She mustered up her courage, and her heart began to beat faster, "...that child, did he satisfy you?"

Answer "yes"!A voice whispered in her heart.

But on the other side of the phone, there was only an ominous electrical noise flowing for a long time.

After a while, her husband's flat voice finally came: "Peiyan, I don't want to lie to you. Since you want to ask, I can only tell you that that child is very stubborn."

Her heart jumped wildly, and Mrs. Lin's slim body became stiff.

What is the husband saying?Stubborn? ...Stubborn for a whole month, still not satisfied with the Federation's military situation everywhere? !Feeling dizzy for a while, she staggered a little, and hurriedly supported the desk beside her.

On it, Chesu's used computer was still placed on it, and fine dust had already fallen on it.

"You mean, he, he..."

"Peiyan, forget about him." General Xie Zhan said lightly. He could imagine the impact on his wife. She is such a soft-hearted woman. "That person is just a strange imperial man. You met him by accident. It was already an accident that should not have happened."

"But A-Zhan, I've already met him!" Suddenly, I couldn't help being excited, and the tone of the usually gentle woman became fierce, "He is just a child, and his hometown has a father waiting for him to go back! How can he bear it?" Those terrifying methods of your military intelligence everywhere!"

"Peiyan!" General Xie Zhan said patiently; "You mean, you want me, as the highest military general, to change the military's decision because of your plea?"

Mrs. Lin closed her eyes, and tears finally leaked from the corners of her eyes: "I'm sorry, I was excited at the moment. I just...just suddenly remembered our child. If...he didn't die young, he happened to be similar to this child. big."

Yes, she will also have black hair, and have such beautiful black eyes as a pool of water.

Covering her mouth, her heart was suddenly filled with grief, tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly hung up the phone.

Sitting expressionlessly on the cold bench at the frontline headquarters, General Xie Zhan slowly raised his hand and dialed another dedicated line.

For more than a month, he never took the initiative to ask about the progress, because since this line has been silent, it represents an obvious result, and there is no other possibility.

But today, he suddenly became a little anxious and felt that he couldn't wait any longer.

"General Xie?" It was obviously a mobile phone signal with poor communication quality, and Yuan Bihai's surprised voice sounded in time, "Do you have any instructions?"

"No." Taking a deep breath, the general with the highest real power in the Federation asked, "I just want to know, is there any progress in the matter you are in charge of?"

"Report sir, there is no progress." Yuan Bihai reported faithfully, and Yuan Bihai's tone remained unchanged, neither ashamed nor anxious.

"But I remember what you said at the beginning, you estimated at most ten days." General Xie Zhan's voice was cold and hard, "Where is the professionalism of your MI[-] now? Where is your ability?"

There was silence on the phone.

Yuan Bihai almost frowned in surprise.Although accepting reprimands from superiors was within his acceptable range, this was not General Xie Zhan's style.

After a moment of silence, he calmly replied: "General, I didn't expect this prisoner's reaction to be so strange. ——I admit that I miscalculated the situation, and I also admitted that I underestimated the degree of brainwashing of the lowly pariahs of the empire."

"I don't care what you think. I just want you to remember one thing. If this prisoner spits out what we want one day earlier, the federal soldiers on the front line will die a lot less!" General Xie Zhan reprimanded angrily and anxiously, "Are you really sure you have put all your energy into this matter? I told you to put everything down temporarily and concentrate on this one."

"Your Excellency, in fact, I am in the interrogation room right now." Yuan Bihai's voice was flat, obviously not intimidated by the dissatisfaction of the top military general, "Would you like to hear for yourself how I work? "

"..." Frowning silently, General Xie Zhan's face was a bit ugly.He has absolutely no interest in listening to such details, all he needs is a result!

As if provoked by his dissatisfaction, Yuan Bihai's tone was a little sneering: "I spend four to five hours a day in this interrogation room——" looked at the silver-gray special torture platform beside him. The slightly twitching figure, he continued, "And the captives of this empire have to stay here for more than ten hours every day. Your Excellency, you really don't want to hear it for a minute?"

……

He didn't hear the sound of hanging up, he let out an inaudible hum from his nose, and gently put the open phone in his hand on the torture platform beside him.

It was cold and silvery white, as wide as a long operating table.Soft adjustable alloy cuffs on the four corners.

There is no blood dripping like ordinary people imagined, and there is no layer of chains to bind and hang up. The only prisoner in this secret room is wearing a special prison uniform similar to a full-body restraint suit, and his limbs are securely shackled in the four corners.

Beside the torture platform, there are several strange instruments with various signal lights flashing, quite like the medical instruments in the ward.At first glance, this extremely secretive interrogation room looks more like a clean ward.

— There is only one ward for the mentally ill under strict supervision.

Bending down, Yuan Bihai stared expressionlessly at the thin figure on the torture platform.

Compared with when he was caught a month ago, the boy in front of him seemed to have changed a lot.The originally round cheeks have long been thinned, the pointed chin is more like a small awl, the blue blood vessels under the eye sockets are abnormally obvious, the black hair is very long, scattered messily behind the head, and the lustrous blackness of the past has disappeared. .

Staring at the motionless figure, Yuan Bihai suddenly heard the words he heard in the prison car.

"I won't say it....You guys give up." It was like cheering yourself up, like a child's stubborn anger.

He never took that sentence seriously, but now that a whole month has passed, he finally discovered one thing.

I still misjudged many things.

Tilting his head slightly, he signaled to the two subordinates in front of the torture platform: "One more time."

After a pause, a young soldier in military uniform wordlessly picked up the syringe at hand, and silently patted the left arm of the body on the torture platform. In the densely packed needle holes, he injected a tube of micro dose The transparent liquid goes in.

He has done the same thing too many times, and his technique is already very skilled and precise.Putting down the syringe, he tugged on the collar wordlessly, a little anxiously.

Quietly waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect, Yuan Bihai looked at the subordinate with keen eyes: "Is it hot?"

"Ah, no." The young subordinate reluctantly shook his head, "The air conditioner is turned on so full, it's actually a bit cold."

An instrument on the side of the wide silver table was always on. On the other side, a middle-aged torturer silently stared at the timer on it, adjusted a few buttons, and removed a thin needle connected to a wire.

Lifting the lapel of the upper body of the seemingly sleepy boy, he found a certain place, and slowly inserted the thin needle into it.

The technique is steady and the needle is fine.The light black long needle dragged a wire like a poisonous snake at the end, slowly penetrated into the chest cavity, and did not bring out any turbulent blood.

Looking at the young man from the empire who didn't respond to the needle, Yuan Bihai bent down slightly.

"I know you're awake." He whispered calmly, and moved closer to his ear and the mobile phone placed on the torture platform, "The power will be turned on soon, and you should be familiar with this procedure."

Without ignoring the slight trembling of the boy's eyelashes, Yuan Bihai added: "It's still early today...we will try and increase the current. If you are sure you can bear it, then try."

The tightly closed eyelashes trembled even more violently. I don't know if it was because he was afraid to open his eyes, or because he had no strength at all. In short, the young man on the torture platform still did not open his eyes.

There was a slight click of a button, and on the faint instrument dial beside the torture platform, several strange indicator lights began to jump.

Sitting in the frontline command post on Star Fisher, General Xie Zhan held the microphone with a stern expression.

He listened to some tiny voices that were extremely difficult to detect inside, and he listened patiently for more than ten minutes before he finally couldn't control his unhappiness, and suddenly said: "Yuan Bihai."

Soon, the phone on the opposite side was picked up, and Yuan Bihai's voice sounded as if nothing had happened: "Here."

"What do you want me to hear? Black and white silent films?"

"General Xie, I thought you wanted to know the situation at the scene. Why, didn't you hear anything?" The cold-blooded director of MI[-] said indifferently.

"All I heard was silence." General Xie Zhan said coldly, "Don't tell me, your torture is just so gentle."

"General, the signal must be poor." Yuan Bihai's voice was a little strange, "Please allow me to explain. At the scene, we could all hear the fine sound of the prisoner grinding his teeth, as well as the vibration of the electric probe in the human pleural diaphragm Also, the restraint belt was stretched too tightly by the prisoner, so there should have been a lot of friction."

"..." Listening silently, after a long time, the majestic federal general asked in surprise and disbelief, "He didn't groan at all?"

That imperial prisoner, whose bones were hardened to such a terrifying level?

"How is that possible?" Yuan Bihai's tone was not known to be self-deprecating, or something else, in short, there was some other emotion, "As early as the third day of the torture, his voice was so hoarse that he lost his voice completely."