The interrogation room is located on the second floor of the underground of the Intelligence Department. To be precise, this is actually a general term for the concept of the entire level. The small room where Zhao Yi is currently in is just one of the many buildings with similar functionalities.

The area of ​​the house is not large, about twenty square meters. Apart from the table placed in the center, there are only two alloy folding chairs. The wall next to it is inlaid with a huge mirror that occupies the entire wall. In fact, it is a perspective template with a line of sight blocking effect.

Looking at his face that had grown short and thick beard in the mirror, Zhao Yi smiled faintly and turned his attention to Moves sitting opposite him.

"I have carefully checked your personal belongings. Among them, no drugs were found for the treatment of ankyloconvulses." (Sedative)

Captain Morves glanced at him meaningfully, slowly opened the notepad in front of him, and said, "Maybe, you don't need such a thing at all?"

"I'm not a psychopath. My thinking and memory are normal."

Zhao Yi obviously understood the meaning hidden in his words.

"So good! In the next conversation, we can remove those unnecessary burdens and save a lot of time."

The captain shrugged and smiled and said, "Can you tell me why you do this?"

Zhao Yi looked at him and said calmly and sincerely: "I am not a spy. Things are not what you imagined."

Morves couldn't help but frown, and the smile on his face gradually closed. Deep in his eyes, a coldness with a sharp scrutiny sounded.

"It seems that we still have to return to the original topic."

"I am indeed a survivor of the reorganized 81st Division."

Zhao Yi didn't argue, but just increased his tone of speaking: "The only one."

"I don't like to joke———"

Morves' face showed a cold and coldness that represented depression, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper. He suppressed the anger he wanted to have, raised his tone, and said in a deep voice: "You are very young. I can understand that you are ignoring your life or even giving up your freedom for the sake of your so-called ideals. But this is not worth it. Before using a very clumsy excuse to disguise your identity, you should at least train yourself to be more clever. I did not directly put you in prison or hand it over to a military court for trial, just to give you a chance to confess."

At such a close distance, Zhao Yi clearly saw the anger released in Captain Morves's eyes. It was filled with the experience and wisdom accumulated by the old intelligence officer, a hint of compassion for himself, and a position and determination that could never be changed.

"Can you give me a pen? I want to write something."

He stretched out his right hand and pointed to the notepad that the captain placed on the table: "There is still paper."

Unconscious doubt flashed through Morves' eyes. Although he didn't know what he wanted to do, he did not refuse to ask for it.

About fifteen minutes later, the notepad was handed over from Zhao Yi to Moves. The ones sent over were also the carbon water pen that was closely watched by the captain, who had never left his sight, and might have been used as a murder weapon.

A personal name is written on the page.

Tovi, Liu Jingsheng, Mamurik, Chen Hang, Hu Rundong...

Morves gradually narrowed his eyes.

He has seen this list before.

Just yesterday, Morves was still carefully reviewing various information about the reorganized 81st Division. Among the documents compiled and printed through computers, there was a page of the text that was completely consistent with the list in front of him, without missing a word.

This is the list of remnants sent by the S12 Fortress to the Federal Army Headquarters at the last moment of the war eighteen years ago. Among them, there were 512 left-behind officers and soldiers and their families at the base, and 32 experts sent by the Federal Academy of Sciences, totaling 544 people.

The text on the page was a little sloppy, but it was enough to see the names of each person they represented. Morves raised his eyelids quietly, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and silently calculated the time.

In fifteen minutes, dictate 544 names, which requires a very familiarity with the names written. It is not difficult to do this by strengthening memory through memorization. Especially for an old intelligence officer like Moves who has invested in an evolutionary point in brain domain development, he can even do better than this.

This list belongs to the non-secret public archives of the Earth Federation. After the Fortress Battle, all the left-behind personnel of the reorganized 81st Division were posthumously considered martyrs. The same list can be found in martyrs' cemeteries and capital military museums in various places, as well as the life and origin introductions of all soldiers and officers. As long as you are willing to spend time, anyone can search the software through the computer to get the same thing from the official federal military website.

This obviously cannot be evidence or represents nothing.

"I'm not interested in playing such boring games with you----"

Deep in Morves' wrinkled eyes, he slowly released the coldness that no longer had pity. He picked up the carbon water pen on the table, covered it with a pen cover, shook his head with regret, and said, "I originally thought you were young and would be smarter. Unexpectedly, you were as stupid as those guys who thought you were good at disguising----"

Zhao Yi looked at him seriously, and the expression on his face was still calm.

"Uncle Tovey is much younger than his actual appearance. He is the best mechanic in the base. His interest in machinery is as strong as the smoking addiction he can never quit. He is drunk and often drunk. Alcohol seems to have become an indispensable part of his life. Sometimes I even suspect that part of the liquid flowing in his blood vessels is simply a "special supply of Red Star Erguotou". He often tells me stories and boasts about his interactions with those beautiful bar girls when he was at the base bar..."

"Uncle Liu Jingsheng has a very bad temper. He has always been proud of his name. In the first period of time when he was trapped in the underground base, many people were deceived by his name. He beat me twice because I accidentally discovered that he had secretly slept with Aunt Monica..."

"Uncle Mamurik looks like a barbarian in ancient legends. He claims to have the blood of Viking pirates, often draws and likes to write poetry. I am his only reader. Of course, it is not voluntary, but forced. I cannot resist. At that time, I was only four years old..."

He gently narrated everyone on the list, without beautiful and gorgeous rhetoric, and the words were clear and detailed, as if he was telling a resume. Although the language weaving was occasionally too complicated, it was not annoying. Instead, he had the interest of listening to acquaintances in his spare time... Every name is a story. Behind the name, Zhao Yi would add special titles such as "uncle", "uncle" or "grandfather". It seemed that they were the family he was most familiar with and closest to.

He sat quietly and said calmly. Captain Morves's anger gradually faded, and was troubled by something curious and disbelief. He began to frown and carefully captured every noteworthy detail in Zhao Yi's voice, rather than just listening to it as a story.

The short and thick hour hand on the watch has unknowingly passed four numerical scales, while the hundreds of names listed on the paper have only just been told about eight.

Captain Moves is an evolutionist with a secondary expansion ability in brain domain development. Instead of interrupting Zhao Yi's narrative, he used a portable microcomputer to connect with the Military Archives Administration. Based on the name number and index, he read out the relevant personnel confidential information he could involve, and compared it with the reference and comparison of the part mentioned in the statement, and conducting the initial judgment and verification of the authenticity of these words.

"You are very close to them..."

The air conditioner was turned on in the interrogation room, but Morves still felt that his whole body was sticky, and his military shirt was almost sticky to his skin. This season was already very hot, and obesity far exceeds his normal weight...it was very uncomfortable, but he couldn't blame anyone.

“The story is very nice and very attractive———”

The captain struggled to unbutton the buttons at the top of the collar, revealing several layers of fat on the neck, and breathed a long sigh. He inserted his left hand into his pocket, took out a red square handkerchief and wiped it on his forehead, and picked up the paper full of names on the table with his right hand, and clamped it into the notebook casually, closed it, looked at Zhao Yi for a few seconds, and said seriously: "From now on, you must do two things."

Zhao Yi nodded lightly.

"I'm very busy and I can't waste all my time on you----"

The beginning of this sentence adds some limitation to all the follow-ups that Morves is about to say. While pushing his chair away, he looked at the opposite side with a cold look that was unchanged, saying, "Write everything you know without missing a word. Later, I will need recordings of your other stories. This room has the most complete monitoring facilities, just treat yourself as the king and speak to thousands of people. Of course, you can't see them, and they can't see you."

The last sentence is obviously a humorous joke that the captain thinks is a humorous joke.

Morves had been in the interrogation room for a long time. He now desperately needed a comfortable hot bath, a cold beer, plus an extra-large beer burger. Of course, there must be country cream that is thick enough to be cut with a knife, and baked thick slices of bacon or smoked chicken.

Even the most responsible intelligence officer has to have a meal.

The moment he was about to walk out of the room, Captain Morves seemed to remember something, turned around, and said in a slow and persuasive tone: "I never wrongly accuse anyone, nor be deceived by bad tricks. I don't know why you must do this, but it's not smart. No matter how well the story is written, it is impossible to turn a lie into reality."

Zhao Yi slowly licked his lips, remained silent for a few seconds, and said in a stressed tone: "If I were really the only survivor of the reorganized 81st Division...what would you feel?"

"I will be the first to take a photo with you and ask you to sign the photo ----"

In Morves' voice, there was an unquestionable affirmation: "Everyone admires heroes. I am no exception."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the room, closed the door with a "bang" and locked it.

......

The pointer on the scale is as disgusting as the fat that is lying on the body and refuses to lose.

Morves stared at the slender red needle that was stuck on the scale of "One Hundred and Ninety Nine" with a timid and nervous look, and unconsciously clenched his left fist, gritted his teeth, and made a "squeaking" friction from the middle of the lip. This useless confrontation between humans and machinery lasted for nearly ten seconds. The captain was unable to change his fat reality that exceeded his normal weight. He could only sigh and shook his head, and walked helplessly from the scale. Perhaps in order to revenge, he took a big bite of the hot dog bread held on his right hand, and chewed it vigorously.

Nearly three months have passed since the first interrogation. The captain's desk was filled with testimony about Zhao Yi and various recordings. Everyone he listed on the list, Morves, reviewed documents from the military information database for comparison, without any omissions, and absolutely nothing more.

"It's unbelievable that this kid's father is actually a general."

While sucking the tomato sauce on his fingers, he looked through the documents he had just sorted out. Morves's eyes kept wandering around the names "Zhao Heng" and "Zhang Xiaoyun" at the end of the list. The expression on his face became more and more serious.

According to Zhao Yi himself, these two people should be his biological parents. If it weren't for the numerous signs that he had not lie, the information and confession were consistent with the various details, Morves would definitely not have said what he said just now.

The archives clearly record the lives of these two people.

Zhao Heng, male, commander of the 81st Division of the Earth Federation Army Reorganized. Identity number: at05369940.

At that time, he was a military rank and major general.

Resume: omitted.

Family members composition: abbreviated.

(Time and related records, omitted) The battle was killed in the offensive and defensive battle of the S12 Fortress. They entered the list of deaths with all members of the unit. There was no record of surrender or being captured at the age of 34. After joint approval by the Federal Defense Headquarters and Parliament, they were posthumously recognized as "Federal Hero" and posthumously awarded (final military rank) as Lieutenant General of the Army.

Zhang Xiaoyun, female, chief physician of the Earth Federation Army S12 Fortress Field Hospital. Identity number: at05712184.

The rank of the man at that time was lieutenant colonel.

Resume: omitted.

Family members composition: abbreviated.

He died in the offensive and defensive battle of the S12 Fortress. He had no record of surrendering or being captured at the age of 28. After joint approval by the Federal Defense Headquarters and Parliament, he was posthumously recognized as the title of "Federal Hero" and was posthumously awarded (final military rank) as a brigade general medical officer.
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