The distance from dazed to humiliating was sometimes as short as only three seconds, Stephen Zhou squeezed his hands, lowered his head slightly, his eyes wandered, he knew that he was being suspected, maybe he said something wrong, maybe it was because he didn't look right.

He didn't know how to prove his innocence, and he got up and roared?

There is no one here but myself, and the walls are all white.

With white walls, white tables and white chairs, this room is so white that it makes people feel a chill.

The only person sitting was himself, and the feeling of loneliness was like sitting alone in an igloo in the snow and ice, and he felt that he might be claustrophobic after today.

Can I file a complaint with the union?

Or find a lawyer?

Can... This is the CIA!

In just one minute, all the unpleasant feelings he had been feeling for as long as he could remember were flooding, and his heart was choked until a slightly magnetic female voice appeared in the room.

"Thoughtful?"

Well? Zhou Quan looked at it a little dazedly, the voice seemed to come from from somewhere, and the humiliation suddenly turned into fear, he hadn't heard anyone say this name for a long time, even at home, he was only called Stephen instead of Xiao Quan, Quanquan.

After graduating from college, he was recruited by the CIA to become an intelligence analyst because of his excellent math and knowledge of Chinese, and he was born in the United States, and his work is still quite pleasant.

In addition to being monitored more strictly, it is no different from ordinary white-collar workers, and there seems to be a little more welfare, and there is even an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Anyway, otaku can live the same feeling no matter where they are: electronic devices, junk food, and goddesses far away.

And now, in Langley, in the cubicle in the basement, someone actually called me by that name.

Am I being interrogated?

Is there a second explanation?

He's not stupid.

But why?

Because of that suggestion of mine?

Or is it something else?

Inexplicably, he regretted it, but he didn't know where to regret it, maybe he shouldn't have run to say that advice, maybe he shouldn't have been this intelligence analyst,......

"Why?" Zhou Quan looked up and asked, there was no one else in the room except him, and there might be many cameras facing him, but he could only look at the one in front of him.

As he has seen in many movies and television, the interrogator is in another room, looking at himself through a camera, and of course it may be a one-way mirror, but whatever it is, in the face.

The interrogator will observe the interrogator's expression, watching him burn with anger until he collapses.

"Why?" The voice asked, too.

Zhou Quan looked confused: "What and why?" ”

"Why?" The voice repeated again.

"Is this a form of interrogation?" Zhou Quan asked cautiously.

"Why do you think that?" There was a hint of curiosity in the voice.

"I know that there is foley equipment, can there be a living person, I don't want to deal with an algorithm." Zhou Quan grabbed his hair helplessly, "You can repeat it a million times and it only takes a little electricity, but I really don't know what to say, I just made a suggestion, my God!" Isn't there a union? ”

"Unions ? Do you want to have a union? ”

"Of course! Otherwise, who can do justice for me? Zhou Quan said angrily, leaning back, "Imprison me for no reason, I think this may be racism!" ”

"So, race matters, right?"

"Of course, no! Are you tempting me? Zhou Quan suddenly clenched his fists and shouted, "That's not what I meant!" I mean, if someone else had made the same suggestion, would he be here? Asked questions like an idiot by your broken program?! ”

Zhou Quan's chest rose and fell, and when he talked about the back, he almost shouted.

"I remember everything you said very well, and I didn't induce you. You care a lot about unions, fairness and race, right? The voice asked softly.

"Fack!" Zhou Quan stood up suddenly, rushed to the door to open the door, and did not move.

Kicked with his foot, the door didn't even move.

The door of the CIA, is it so easy to open?!

Even if you can drive, can you go?

Zhou Quan turned around and picked up the chair and smashed it against the wall, shouting: "What the hell, you dare to pit me!" ”

The chair slammed against the wall with a loud noise, and the voice continued unaffected: "Your anger came too quickly, it's not normal. Thoughtful, why? ”

"For... You Malfalk! Zhou Quan looked at the side, there were no chairs, so he simply went around the table, picked up the broken chair and continued to smash it against the wall.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was flushed, and he used all his strength to vent his anger.

One, two, three!

"Why are you so angry?" The voice was still soft and magnetic, "Because of fear, or something else?" ”

"I'm afraid of Nima!" Zhou Quan kicked the table, but instead of kicking, he fell to the ground, kneeling on the ground and gritting his teeth, his foot may have been fractured, and the severe pain made his eyes full of tears.

"Ahh He roared loudly, "Let me out!!" I'm going to sue you! ”

"What are you going to do when you get out?" The gentle voice asked.

Zhou Quan didn't answer, lay on his back and fell to the ground, staring blankly at the white patch, and muttered to himself: "Let me out, I want to go home!" ”

"Where's your home?" The voice was still gentle and magnetic.

"Let me go home..."

Hot tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and became cold.

…...

"Is he trying to smash the chair and use it as a tool?"

"An analyst like him hasn't been trained to do that, and he doesn't look like he's good at it."

"Is it a disguise?"

In a room, several people who were watching this scene began to discuss calmly, with the matter of mutants, body size and appearance can no longer be used as an evaluation criterion for combat power.

Who knows if that guy inside has any special abilities.

…...

Stephen. Zhou, whose Chinese name is Zhouquan, looks like a typical otaku, the kind of technical fat that is ruined by junk food to the point that he only has potential but can never express himself.

He wasn't the first to be locked up in the White House, and certainly won't be the last.

Part of the Amber Plan, which was supplemented by the CIA, was to use this plan to catch bugs, and the world's major intelligence systems inevitably infiltrated each other.

Although Amber has the highest level of secrecy, it is impossible for the whole operation to go undetected, and it will definitely attract the attention of many intelligence officers, so in turn, this opportunity can also be used to find those moles that are extremely hidden.

Stephen. It doesn't matter whether Zhou is a mole or not, the important thing is not to miss a channel that may leak secrets, and it is not a pity to kill him by mistake, of course, it may not have such a bad result.

The C.I.A. never interrogates anyone publicly, and rarely reports of spies being sentenced, but in fact many are caught each year.

It's just that those spies caught in private are usually used as much as possible, and if they can't do it, they are locked up and waiting to exchange with the enemy later, and death is not the only way, there is no personal grudge here, it is all a great power game.

To describe it in a very classic sentence: there is no real waste on the intelligence front, even a piece of toilet paper may play a very important role, let alone people?

The news of MacPompio having a heart attack in the Hardmond lab had not yet been reported, and Bird naturally acted according to the arrangement.

Not only did Langley have to deal with the people in the CIA who were working for other agencies, but he also had to release a little bit of information to divert the target, as if the Pentagon had ordered some movement in Xhaka.

Don't expect to keep your opponent in the dark all the time, but it's best to delay as long as possible.

In this matter, there is enough public information circulating on the Internet, maybe many analysts just need a little more brains, maybe any intelligence agent just needs to watch a superhero movie, or pick up a superhero comic, or chat with an otaku for two minutes, and they may come to a terrible conclusion: the real mutants have appeared, in the United States, in Los Angeles!

On the electronic red dots that represent their own people, there are also various unshown representatives of the M5, the Mossad, the KGB, and the Chinese An, who must have stretched out their noses and twitched, trying to sniff out the source of the uneasy smell in the air.

Langley was ready to join forces with several other intelligence agencies on home soil to carry out the largest arrest operation, and this was not Shaun.

The room where Stephen Chow was locked up was a new product, a dedicated interrogation room, known as the White Cave.

It's an allegorical name, not because the room is all white, but because it has another more lofty meaning - the white hole theory.

The so-called white hole, of course, corresponds to a black hole, which is a special celestial body whose properties are exactly the opposite of a black hole.

According to the general theory of relativity, white holes are similar to black holes in that they have a closed boundary. The matter that gathers inside the white hole can only move outward through the boundary, not the reverse movement, so the matter outside the celestial body cannot enter.

A black hole devours everything, and a white hole is a jet source in the universe that can provide matter and energy to the outer region, but cannot absorb any matter and radiation from the outer region, so a white hole is a special cosmic object that only emits and does not absorb, which is just the opposite of a black hole.

In the classical Chinese cosmology, the world expressed by the Taiji diagram is simple and straightforward, with two worlds of Pisces and two worlds, endless, each with a hole in each of the two fishes, one black and one white, from the universe to the mustard seed, everyone is so in the pursuit of balance in the dynamic.

In short, it's an interrogation room that makes people spit out involuntarily – the latest interrogation platform.

The cost of one such room was not high, and Langley had set up twenty of them, and these twenty rooms were controlled by a specially developed intelligent interrogation platform.

Indeed, Zhou Quan guessed correctly, it was a program to talk to him, in a closed space, most people will definitely want to communicate with people if they don't choose to sleep, for otaku, you didn't give him a mobile phone computer game console, let him sit dry, almost like drug rehabilitation, there will be rejection.

At this time, a magnetic, gentle, perverted, and weird voice may make the interrogated person unconsciously tell a lot of secrets in his heart, and no one even needs to work overtime to torture him.

Beating and punishing, unless it is a natural pervert, or it is also very tiring, and the efficiency is not necessarily high, and most of the secrets are actually leaked in casual beeps.

But now it seems that the possibility of driving people crazy is quite high.

"There is not necessarily a problem with this person, but it must not be used anymore." A supervisor-looking man exhaled softly, "Hidden danger." ”

He looked at the screen, where a man was lying on the ground with tears on his face and muttering to me to go home.

And the gentle female voice is still repeating again and again: "Where is your home?" ”

"This procedure needs to be adjusted." He whispered.

Now that the person in it looks like, what is the meaning of asking this sentence repeatedly?

It's okay for you to change the sentence, for example: Who do you want to inform?

The assistant nodded, took a note and wrote down this request, the experimental specimen, it must be tested a lot.

…...