Chapter 184 Interrogation
At 10:15 in the morning, Song Cheng once again came to the reception area where high-risk prisoners were held.
A pure white corridor without any decoration stretches into the field of vision, with bright lights evenly shining from the roof. At regular intervals on both sides of the corridor, one can see a circle of dark red lights embedded in the walls, roof and floor. Fully 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 the large number of warning modules on the roof.
In the corridor, you can see a heavy gate every few meters. Some of the gates have green lights on, while others have a dazzling bright red light.
This is one of the highest-level "prisons" of the Secret Service, specifically used to detain the most dangerous and most easily escaped "human prisoners". Those who are qualified to enter here are either criminals who have caused major damage in the border area and are awaiting trial, or dangerous elements who pose a huge potential threat and are worth being wanted by seven or eight forces if released.
Angel believers are certainly suitable to be imprisoned 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 it, and nodded to the guard of the containment area who was following him: "How is that guy doing?"
"Calm, no activity records, no self-harm or escape attempts," said the armed guard, who was wearing full armor and even his face was hidden in a heavy mask. "Except for the necessary eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, the prisoner has been sitting in that chair, seemingly meditating for a long time."
"What are the reactions of the mind monitoring and barrier devices?"
"All security systems are functioning normally. We can confirm that the prisoner cannot communicate with any secret existence or his accomplices," the armed guard continued. "We monitored him making several movements that resembled silent prayers, but we did not sense any supernatural power. It should be just a simple act of prayer."
"Well," Song Cheng nodded slightly, and then said, "What about 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 have not done anything out of the ordinary, but they also refuse to cooperate. Several routine interrogations and hypnosis attempts have failed to pry their mouths open. To be honest, the mental barriers of these 'cultists' are indeed quite strong."
"That's normal. After all, they believe in that stuff. Sometimes it's not that their mental barriers are strong, but that these lunatics don't have the minds of normal people at all. But they still have to be tried," Song Cheng said, exhaling, "Open this door, I want to 'chat' with the guy inside again."
"Understood," the armed guard nodded and stepped forward to operate the gate's locking mechanism. "The exchange will last for one hour, during which time all security systems will be highly alert. Please pay attention to your safety and control your emotional fluctuations."
A moment later, a gradually subsiding humming sound and a hissing sound of mechanical pressure relief came from the inside of the heavy gate. Along with a soft system prompt tone, the silver-white alloy door slowly moved to the sides, revealing the "room" inside for holding prisoners.
A translucent blue "light curtain" divides the cell into two parts. The "outside" near the gate is empty, and on the other side of the light curtain there is a minimum bed and a chair. Everything in the room - including the walls, roof and floor - is covered with a tough and slightly elastic material, and on the roof there are several extremely sturdy hemispherical devices. Occasionally, red light or buzzing sounds are emitted from those devices, carrying a cold and warning meaning.
A tall, thin, bald man wearing a white prison uniform, with his neck and hands controlled by some advanced restraints, was sitting quietly on the gray-white chair, looking expressionlessly at the bare wall opposite.
The heavy gate closed behind him. Song Cheng came to the light curtain and pressed his hand on its surface. After a few breaths, the light curtain disappeared and he walked straight to the prisoner sitting on the chair - one of the two captured angel cultists.
The bald prisoner finally withdrew his gaze from the bare wall, looked up at Song Cheng, his eyes neither sad nor happy, so calm as if he had transcended all worldly emotions and desires.
"You are here again," the angel cultist said calmly, "a poor man trapped in a cage."
"In your eyes, I am trapped in a cage, right? You regard the real world as a cage - and your Lord is trapped in another cage," Song Cheng did not care about the offense in the other party's words at all, but 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," the believer smiled, "and my Lord, His 'trapped' is a more noble 'suffering'. He will eventually break free of the shackles as agreed and descend into this miserable world. At that time, the pious will be blessed, and a foolish person like you will naturally suffer the same amount of pain."
Song Cheng was unmoved, but a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes: "I suddenly wonder, which 'angel' are you and your companion following? As far as I know, there are many dark angels, and angel believers are actually divided into 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 my Lord. In the form of interrogation, you ask me about the Lord's secrets. Then you gradually show your interest in our faith and ask me for more teachings. Then you will act as if you are touched and even begin to actively listen to those 'voices'. After a few days, or more cautiously, after a dozen days, you will act like a 'trainee' who has been influenced by my Lord in private, like one of our own."
The angel believer spoke calmly, as if describing a series of facts that had not happened but had become a thing of the past in his "observation", while staring into Song Cheng's eyes.
Then, he leaned forward slightly. "I will let my guard down on the seventh or eighth day, and in the process I will reveal too many secrets about my Lord and my people to you, and you will tell these secrets to your superiors. Save your energy, the smell of sanity blockers is almost seeping out of your pores."
Song Cheng's expression remained unchanged, as if he had no reaction to the "exposure" of the cultist in front of him. He was silent for a few seconds, then a smile appeared on his face: "Very good, it seems that you have a lot of experience - but your companion's experience is more average."
"Oh, then it's the second route. You imprisoned us separately to make us doubt each other's loyalty and piety." The angel believer shook his head. "Your method is simpler than I thought."
Song Cheng stared closely at the "angel believer" in front of him who looked neither sad nor happy, as if he had been freed from the constraints of all mortal weaknesses. The other's bald head looked particularly glaring and unpleasant at this moment.
After a moment, he exhaled softly and sat down on the bed next to him.
"It's okay. We still have a lot of time. I'm not an interrogation expert, but there will be more professional people who can complete this job. As for now... let's just chat. Just chat."
…
An hour later, the gate of the cell opened and Song Cheng walked out.
The fully armed guard came over and asked: "Did you find out anything?"
"It's still the same as last time, so stubborn. I doubt that even if the world really ends and the universe is about to explode, there will still be these two angel believers left standing there to live forever," Song Cheng cursed without any grace, while taking out a cigarette from his pocket and holding it between his lips. "And this guy seems to have some special ability, he can deduce the 'direction of events' behind any of my words or actions. No wonder the previous interrogation experts couldn't do anything to him."
"… a 'prophet'?"
"It's hard to say. I've never heard of a 'prophet' being an angel believer. And if he really was a prophet, how could we catch him so easily? I think it's more likely that this guy was influenced by the 'angel' behind him and gained some clairvoyant powers... I'm really unlucky."
The armed guard listened silently, and when Song Cheng was about to light the lighter, he reached out to stop him: "...Leader, smoking is not allowed here."
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Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, then put away the lighter and cigarette with an awkward expression.
At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
After taking out his cell phone and checking it, the anger on Song Cheng's face disappeared instantly. He quickly answered the call while forcing a smile on his face: "Hey, Director? No, no, I just have some free time. What do you say...ah?"
Song Cheng's expression suddenly became a little strange. He listened to a few words on the phone and said hesitantly, "Tell him... Is this appropriate? If he is involved... After all, he is not an internal staff of our Secret Service, right... Well, since this is your judgment, I will give him a call."
After hanging up the phone, Song Cheng looked at the screen in a daze, and seemed to be in a weird mood.
The armed guards nearby were looking at this side curiously through their protective masks.
Song Cheng waved his hand, signaling the guard to stand by for a while, then he walked aside with his mobile phone, and after a little hesitation, he dialed a number.
After a moment's wait, a voice came from the microphone: "Hello? Captain Song?"
"Ahem, Yusheng," Song Cheng coughed twice, "I want to tell you something - do you still remember the two Angel Cultists you provided clues to before? The Secret Service has arrested them, and our director asked me to ask you, are you interested..."
Before he finished speaking, an urgent voice came from the microphone: "Yes!"
Song Cheng was stunned for a moment: "Uh... OK, I'll take someone to pick him up..."
"Send someone to the 54-1/2 floor to pick me up. I'm already here."
(End of this chapter)
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