Chapter 185: Reasoning...
As soon as the elevator door opened, Song Cheng saw Yu Sheng leading his two gang members in his sight - Irene was sitting on Yu Sheng's shoulders and Hu Li was standing beside him. But compared to the familiar faces in front of him, Song Cheng's eyes quickly fell on the things in Yu Sheng's hand.
It was a "stick" that looked ferocious, with several circles welded on the rebar, and covered with blades, nails and rusty metal fragments. Song Cheng had seen countless strange and bizarre "weapons" in his years of front-line experience, but his first reaction when he saw this thing was still a twitch in the corner of his eye. He felt that if he took a photo of this thing and posted it, he would have to blur it out - it really hurt to look at it.
Yu Sheng walked out of the elevator holding his tetanus stick and looked at Song Cheng excitedly, as if he was sleepy and had fallen asleep on the pillow: "Where are the two angel believers?"
Song Cheng was a little confused. To be honest, when the director invited Yu Sheng to the Secret Service Bureau, he knew that he would show up at the headquarters building sooner or later, just like when he went home. But he didn't expect that this guy would bring such a thing with him. His attention was focused on the stick: "... Tell me what is this thing in your hand? Didn't the guard stop you?"
Yu Sheng was stunned when he heard this: "Guards? What guards?"
Song Cheng slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I forgot you didn't even go through the main entrance..."
Yu Sheng smiled cheerfully, lifted up the tetanus stick and weighed it in his hand - he had modified this very useful war stick after his last visit, and now it has at least twice as many nails and steel bars on top - then he held the thing out in front of Song Cheng: "This is a wonderful tool that we will use later."
The terrifying stick waved in front of his eyes, and Song Cheng saw from the corner of his eye that there were two metal plates welded to the top of the rebar. Two crooked words were burned on each metal plate, one with "reason" written on it, and the other with "criticism" written on it...
"I need to have a good talk with those two angel believers," Yu Sheng looked at Song Cheng seriously, "Please help arrange it."
As he said this, he casually put the stick on his shoulder and said, "Lead the way."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a scream from his shoulder, and when he turned around, he saw Irene had fallen to the ground...
Yu Sheng frowned: "Erin, what are you doing sitting on the ground?"
"You knocked me down with a stick!" The little puppet rushed over and elbowed Yu Sheng on the knee, "Can't you tell the left from the right?!"
Yu Sheng: “……!”
Song Cheng was sweating as he watched the chaotic yet self-contained scene in front of him. Although he was used to seeing all kinds of bizarre scenes in the Secret Service headquarters building, this was the first time he had seen such a scene. After the puppet finally calmed down, he glanced hesitantly at the stick in Yu Sheng's hand: "I roughly know what you are going to do... But I must remind you that the Secret Service has regulations. We are a formal functional department - even when interrogating cultists, there are standard procedures and prohibitions."
Yu Sheng thought for a moment and said, "What if the surveillance camera is broken?"
"...It won't work if the surveillance is broken, and it's impossible for a certain area in this building to have a 'surveillance vacuum'..."
Song Cheng was just talking when he heard the phone in his pocket ring. He took it out, took a look and answered it quickly: "Ah, Director."
A calm voice came from the receiver: "The surveillance system in human prisoner holding area A-16 is down."
"...Director?"
"Do you need me to repeat that?"
Song Cheng suddenly felt a layer of cold sweat on the back of his neck. He subconsciously looked back. Although the corridor was empty, the director's eyes were falling on him from all directions, and the closest one was only half a meter away from him: "No, no need!"
"Very good, take him."
After putting away his phone, Song Cheng looked at the three people from the hotel in front of him with a strange expression.
"…Come with me, I'll take you to the containment area."
Yu Sheng did not hear the sound on Song Cheng’s phone just now, but he could guess what happened - obviously, everything that happened in this building could not escape the eyes of a certain female director.
He felt more at ease, a smile appeared on his face, and he carried Irene on one shoulder and "Reason" on the other shoulder, and followed Song Cheng. As he walked, he asked curiously: "Do you usually watch those lesbian bands..."
Song Cheng's tone was filled with fatigue: "My daughter did it! She put it back for me after I set it back..."
Led by Captain Song, Yu Sheng and his party walked around in the Secret Service headquarters building that looked like a maze of time and space, passing through many gates that were obviously set up for security reasons, as well as corridors and compartments with strange atmospheres. Yu Sheng could feel that he seemed to have left the "main building" of the building and was heading towards some kind of "deep space". After walking for a while, they finally passed through the last "office" with flashing red lights. After pushing open the door at the end of the office, a circular hall that looked like a "transportation hub" appeared in his field of vision.
The entrances to the corridors were neatly arranged in front of him. The fully armed guards, the weapon systems pointing to each corridor, and the warning signs with obvious implications exuded a heavy sense of oppression.
Song Cheng said nothing. After completing the identity verification and registration, he took Yu Sheng and his party into one of the corridors.
Along the way, Song Cheng looked back from time to time and looked at Yu Sheng who was walking leisurely in the garden.
Of course Yu Sheng noticed the other person's gaze.
"You know, I was actually about to come to you," he finally said, "When you called me and told me that you had captured the two Angel Cultists, I had already changed my clothes and made preparations to open the door - I came to you just to talk about these two cultists."
Song Cheng's eyes changed slightly: "What does this mean? You..."
"I investigated some things yesterday. Do you remember why Little Red Riding Hood and I went to the White Hall of the museum? Yes, that is the hall where the sacrifice ceremony took place. The two angel believers were caught because of their trouble there... The contact person of the Association of Wonders who issued the commission to Little Red Riding Hood died recently."
"I heard about this, but the investigation is in the hands of another department," Song Cheng frowned immediately. "From what you said, what did you find?"
"Those two Angel Cultists were probably targeting 'Fairy Tale', not Little Red Riding Hood personally, and certainly not randomly selecting the victim," Yu Sheng said slowly. "The contact person from the Association of Wonders who was in trouble also had a lot of connections with fairy tales before his death. It's hard to say whether his real cause of death was murder or an accident. This requires your professionals to come forward, but from what I have found out, the reason why he was targeted and bewitched by the Angel Cultists was because of his connection with 'Fairy Tale' - that group of evil cultists must have been planning this for a long time."
After Yu Sheng finished speaking, Hu Li, who usually didn't like to talk to outsiders, also muttered indignantly: "I heard from the benefactor about the experience of the deceased... He was a cultist, so hateful."
Yu Sheng nodded: "Anyway, the matter is quite complicated. I will tell you in detail later."
Song Cheng listened to this information thoughtfully, and at the same time noticed that he had arrived at the gate at the end, but before giving the order to open the door, he couldn't help but take another look at the "truth" in Yu Sheng's hand.
"Seriously, are you sure you want to use this thing..."
"I know my limits," Yu Sheng said seriously, "and I've brought Hu Li with me. She knows a lot of spells to grow flesh and heal bones. I promise you, I won't make things too difficult."
"No, I'm not worried about that. I mean... simple pain is actually useless to those cultists," Song Cheng shook his head. He felt that the "person" in front of him didn't know much about those crazy and paranoid angel cultists after all. "I can see your... uh, 'passion' for this matter, but if this simple and crude method could make them talk, we wouldn't have not yet gotten any information from those two cultists."
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Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows.
"You can use all the pain that humans can imagine and endure, but for the angel believers who have already become spiritually alienated, it is all bearable and can even be transformed into a 'noble sacrifice'," Song Cheng added, "The Secret Service has many interrogation methods that are more effective than 'physical punishment', including hypnosis, illusions, truth serums, and even high-tech gadgets like neural interferometers, but the results are all the same - no matter what you ask, they won't answer what you want."
He didn't say it too bluntly, but the implication was already very clear -
Who doesn't know how to beat someone? If it was effective, they would have done it long ago. Who really cares about the human rights of cult members? However, Yu Sheng just smiled at him.
"Did I say I wanted to ask them something?"
Song Cheng was stunned: "...Ah? Then bring this thing over here..."
"Just for fun."
The heavy gate slowly opened, and Yu Sheng, holding a stick, walked in with Irene and Hu Li, and then the gate slowly closed.
The armed guard standing by the door looked at the three "strangers" entering this cell with a very high security level with some uneasiness, and finally couldn't help but say: "Leader, this is not in compliance with the regulations..."
"I will take the responsibility." Song Cheng looked at the closed door with a complicated expression and took a deep breath. "Take me to the monitoring room."
"Okay, it's next door..."
…
The light blue screen in front of him disappeared. Yu Sheng looked at this obviously advanced gadget curiously. He was a little puzzled about the technological level of the Secret Service. Then his eyes were fixed on the bald man sitting not far away.
The other party just raised his head calmly and looked at this side without any sadness or joy.
Those calm and pure eyes seemed to have seen through everything.
His tone was calm, as if he had already surpassed the wisdom of ordinary people.
"It seems that a lot of things are going to happen today. There are new things coming. When will you realize that the Lord's faithful servants will not answer..."
Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Yu Sheng strode forward and hit him with a stick.
What a bullshit answer.
He didn't plan to ask.
(End of this chapter)
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