trial
October 14, 2034, in the interrogation room of the space-time base.
At this time, Dr. Bian's back was soaked with sweat. He had been under high-pressure interrogation for more than 36 hours.
During this period, he had almost no rest, and all the functions of his body had begun to rebel.
His head was groggy, but he couldn't get rid of the annoying buzzing sound coming from the two electrodes on his temples.
Bang!
"Bian Senlin, I advise you not to resist any longer!"
"Don't think you can get away with it by keeping silent. You'd better tell us honestly how many secrets you and Chen Yuan have leaked!"
Dr. Bian raised his eyelids and glanced at the person who was speaking, then closed his eyes again and remained silent.
The interrogator loosened his collar in annoyance. Dr. Bian's attitude made him furious. Just as he was about to yell, he was stopped by the person next to him and sat back down in a bad mood.
The other interrogator calmly stood up, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Dr. Bian kindly.
"Dr. Bian, drink some water and try to understand. You haven't had a good time these past day and a half, and neither have we."
Dr. Bian also ignored him. One played the good cop and the other played the bad cop. This was their usual tactic.
The red-faced interrogator remained unimpressed, saying cheerfully, "We also know that the primary responsibility for this isn't yours. You weren't implicated in the first place, and we don't practice collective punishment."
"However, we all know that the most crucial thing in space-time technology is the space-time quantum, but this thing is as rare as antimatter. Every bit of it counts, and it has been collected by the Space-Time Bureau.
In order to open the space-time tunnel, we must obtain the space-time quantum. We know that you don't have access to this thing, so can you tell us where your teacher got it from? "
Dr. Bian still closed his eyes and ignored them. Although he didn't know the full picture of the matter so far and could only rely on inferences for many things, this did not prevent him from thinking that this group of people were making trouble unreasonably.
He and his teacher's research areas are both in the field of intelligence, and this group of people are taking some seemingly plausible things as evidence.
He had to admit that his teacher, a person who had no contact with the field of time and space, suddenly created something that required the joint efforts of countless experts in this field and caused this time and space accident.
Isn't this ridiculous?
They don't even follow basic logic and try to make far-fetched arguments. What is their purpose?
At this moment, the red-faced interrogator leaned over to Dr. Bian's ear and whispered, "Or, let me remind you, does Mr. Wang know about this?"
Dr. Bian sneered. The extreme physical and psychological discomfort caused by 36 hours of continuous high pressure finally broke his patience.
His voice was very soft and a little hoarse: "Then let me tell you..."
"What?" The red-faced interrogator moved closer.
Dr. Bian smiled faintly and said, "My teacher doesn't have any research on space-time technology. He doesn't even know which research institute I work in, and he has never asked about my work.
Instead of wasting your time with me, you should spend some time investigating whether the so-called evidence is fabricated."
From the moment the red-faced interrogator said that, Dr. Bian was certain that they wanted to drag Director Wang into the water, but he just didn't mention it at all.
The interrogator was not angry. Instead, he was shocked and started to speak, which showed that his mental defenses could no longer hold up.
"No need to waste time talking to him!"
The white-faced interrogator took the opportunity to scold: "Bian Senlin, I'm telling you clearly, there must be a traitor in the Space-Time Bureau. If you tell me the truth about who is behind this, what else can you do..."
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the interrogation room, interrupting their rhythm.
A staff member came in and whispered something to them. The two looked at each other and left the interrogation room.
The interrogation room fell into silence, and the annoying buzzing sound once again traveled along the solar plexus into the mind, making people feel uneasy.
Dr. Bian was exhausted to the extreme. He could only let his thoughts jump around. He recalled his first meeting with his teacher.
That was in a technical forum ten years ago. He was used to discussing issues, sharing his experiences and showing his achievements with others in the forum.
It was there that Dr. Bian met his teacher. At first, they just exchanged technical ideas, but as their communication deepened, they gradually became both teachers and friends.
During a casual chat two years after they met, the teacher learned about his situation and asked:
"Are you interested in studying as my graduate student?"
Bian Senlin, who was 32 years old at the time, couldn't help but laugh when he saw the news.
But just when he was about to refuse, he stopped. Actually, it was not impossible.
His debts have been paid off and he no longer has any burdens. It is not impossible for him to give himself 2 to 3 years to focus on his research again.
He acted immediately and took the postgraduate entrance examination that year as an older student. In this way, he and his teacher developed a deeper bond.
Ten years passed in a flash. At the end of June this year, Dr. Bian learned that his teacher was suffering from a terminal illness. Since then, he has visited him every time he has a vacation.
The last time he saw his teacher was on the 10th of last month, which was 10 days before the space-time accident occurred.
He remembered that the teacher was even quieter than usual that day. In the past, the teacher was most interested in discussing research problems with him, but that day the teacher seemed a little absent-minded.
"How's your work lately? Are you still busy?" asked the teacher.
Dr. Bian smiled and poured tea for the teacher: "It's okay, I'm used to it."
Chen Yuan was silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "Don't come here so often in the future. Work is more important. I won't die anytime soon."
Dr. Bian was stunned when he heard this.
But at that time he just thought that the teacher didn't want to attract too much attention from others because of his illness.
Now that I think about it, the teacher must have made some decision at that time, but didn't want to drag him down, so that's why he said that.
“Teacher…”
*
"What on earth is it that has to call us out now?"
The two interrogators were very dissatisfied with being called out at such a critical moment, considering that they had finally managed to pry open the solid clam shell.
Xing Yun nonchalantly gave them a thumbs-up. "You two are so brave! You actually managed to pin this on the meritorious Mr. Wang. I really wouldn't have the guts to do that."
Xing Yun's sarcastic tone made the white-faced interrogator frown uncomfortably.
However, the red-faced interrogator still said cheerfully: "Team Leader Xing, you are joking. We are all in the same business. It's just some tricks."
"You're going to stop the interrogation just for this?" the white-faced interrogator said dissatisfiedly.
"That's not the case. This is the latest information. Would you please take a look?"
Xing Yun handed each of them a document. The pale-faced interrogator looked at it and said in surprise, "Smart Hour? The one that Bian Senlin was responsible for developing?"
Then he suddenly became excited again: "That makes sense. Smart hours are spread all over the base. If he tampered with it, it's not impossible for him to get those secrets."
"Huh? Where are the more specific findings?"
Xing Yun shrugged. "That's all the information we got from the control center. I'll probably have to go back to the control center for more specific information."
"I'll go right away!" After saying that, the white-faced interrogator hurried away.
The red-faced interrogator, accustomed to his partner's behavior, asked another question: "Smuggled across the forests in 2014? Where are they now?"
"It is said that he was discovered by the execution team upon arriving at his destination. To be on the safe side, the execution team had to return first. He is now under custody."
The red-faced interrogator paused for a moment before suddenly asking, "Team Leader Xing, the higher-ups are pressing us hard on this case. What are your plans?"
There was something else in this. Xing Yun smiled and responded, "So what do you mean?"
“Haha, that’s meaningless.
It just suddenly occurred to me that as long as we continue investigating this clue about the intelligent hour, as long as we have decisive evidence, we can close the case even if Dr. Bian refuses to speak. The sooner it's over, the easier it will be!"
Xing Yun also laughed in his heart: He is so eager to make a conclusion before the facts are fully investigated. This person is really crooked.
But what he said was different: “You are talking about, oh, a comprehensive shutdown review of Smart Hours has been arranged, and I believe we will be able to get the evidence soon.
Hiss, look at the dark circles under your eyes. You must be very tired after a long day, right?
Anyway, the results of the hourly review haven't come out yet, so why not leave it at that for today? You can go and have some rest. I'll let you know as soon as anything else happens."
Xing Yun said this as he led the red-faced interrogator out.
Before the red-faced interrogator could say no, Xing Yun started pushing and coaxing him again. By the time he finally reacted, he had been sent far away by Xing Yun.
When Xing Yun came back after sending the people away, Dr. Bian had just been taken out of the interrogation room.
When passing by Xing Yun, Xing Yun still looked nonchalant:
"Dr. Bian is amazing. I used to think you weren't capable of stirring up trouble. I admit I underestimated you. I apologize.
After all, they are all over the base, so it's no wonder you were so confident in making a bet with me last time."
Dr. Bian, who was exhausted, brightened up when he heard this, but he said, "I don't understand what Team Leader Xing is talking about."
Xing Yun laughed and said nothing more. He just looked at Dr. Bian's receding back and thought to himself, "This should be almost over, right?"
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