"At first they told me that picking and cultivating wings was in the service of the empire. In order to improve the technical level of the original university, it is also to reserve scientific research strength for the empire. As a result, when I applied for scientific research results at the end of the year, I found out that there was no such thing at all. They do it purely for the money – money to expand schools, money to buy equipment, money to recruit teachers, money to research projects...... But the original students simply couldn't afford to pay that much tuition, so they set up a special process to sell wings to supplement the school's operating funds. ”

"Specializing in wings?" Phoebe quickly recorded in the data book, "You tell me in detail. ”

Zhao Jingcai leaned forward, and habitually posed as a school director: "The empire has a huge organ supply gap every year, you know this, right?" Just like bone marrow transplantation and kidney transplantation in the last century, because of the lack of understanding of the wing organ, many winged people die of terminal diseases such as wing osteoma every year. To what extent is it - under normal circumstances, the wings voluntarily donated by the Deathwingers cannot meet the market demand, and a large number of patients pin their hopes on the black market, and the price of the wings sold on the black market is very high. ”

"Can a terminal illness only be cured by transplantation?" Phoebe asked as she thought, "Isn't there a cell culture wing now?" For example, a part of the tissue is taken from the patient's body, cultured into a complete wing, and implanted back into the patient's body. Isn't this technique a cure for disease? ”

"No, you can't. Because most of them are related to wings, they are genetic diseases. That is to say, if he uses his own cells to grow a pair of wings, he will still get this disease. If this topic is to be expanded, we will not be able to finish it in three days and three nights. What's more, the price of the 'culture wing' you mentioned is more than two to three times more expensive than the 'transplant wing' on the black market, and many patients don't even have the money to buy the 'transplant wing', let alone the 'culture wing'......" After saying this, Zhao Jingcai paused and glanced up at Phoebe.

"You go ahead first." The female soldier said without raising her head.

"Then, the board of directors, headed by the president and vice president, has developed a sales wing process that starts with a fake diagnosis report. I just saw that the report in your projection has a 'Diagnosis Report of Pterygooma'...... That's right, it was a fake report, and it was used to falsify the case so that it could be used when the wings were removed. The patient is terminally ill, but the wing is still healthy, in this case, for the person who is going to die horizontally and vertically, the school will decide to perform the operation to remove the wing for such a patient, so that the person will not die and the wing will not be able to be removed. "Zhao Jingcai stated the facts of the crime in an orderly manner, as if it were just a part of scientific research, and the 'patient' he spoke of was just a guinea pig on the experimental bench.

"Huh...... Your money-making process is really well designed. Phoebe said sarcastically, "The terminally ill patient is already miserable, and you still have to pick other people's healthy organs and sell them, aren't you afraid of nightmares at night?" ”

"If the school closes because it can't afford to run it, we're the ones who have a nightmare." Zhao Jingcai shrugged noncommittally, "Bankruptcy and liquidation, decades of hard work have been ruined, I am old and young, how will I live the rest of my life?" ”

"Hmph...... Sophism. Phoebe gave him a disdainful glance and continued, "And what's next?" How did you sell your wings on the black market? Who is the docking with you? Who's handling the downstream? ”

Zhao Jingcai leaned back in the chair: "I don't know about this." ”

"Why?"

"Didn't you look up the scope of my work at the university—I was the top head of the life sciences department and two other subdepartments, and the other departments and departments were not under my jurisdiction. In other words, I am only responsible for the 'technical' part – developing the perfect surgical procedure and providing consultant guidance on the procedure. The 'execution' and 'sale' parts are the responsibility of the vice principal and the principal respectively, and I don't even know how many patients will have 'wing extraction' surgery each year, let alone who will be sold to the next house. Speaking of this, Zhao Jingcai paused as if he remembered something, and then continued, "Maybe this is the reason why I was arrested by you...... They will not let anyone who really knows fall into your hands. ”

"Them?" Phoebe keenly caught the ambiguity of his words, "Who do you mean by them?" ”

"I don't know."

"Huh?"

"They're a bunch of people with mysterious identities. Real name, gender, employer...... I don't know. I only know that they provided the principal with the business idea of 'selling wings for money', and I guess that they will buy the next house of wings, which is also arranged by them. They have weekly meetings with important people on the board, and since I'm only responsible for picking and preserving the technical support of the wing, I don't have many meetings with them. In the few meetings I've attended, audio conferencing was used, and no one showed their faces. ”

"How many people are you talking about by 'they'?"

"Not sure...... Well...... At least two of them. However, I always use an audio line with a voice-changing effect, so even if you ask me to listen to the sound and find someone, I can't tell the difference. ”

"What about the name? You always talk about names in meetings, right? ”

"Hmm...... This one does mention. Zhao Jingcai pondered, "But it's been a long time, and I can't remember it clearly." And they all use pseudonyms, so even if they say it, it doesn't necessarily make sense, so I didn't bother to remember it at the time. ”

"It doesn't matter, you can say as much as you can remember." Phoebe tapped the table with the barrel of her pen, "Even if it's a pseudonym, it must have a special meaning, and it's a clue of reasoning." ”

"Okay......" Zhao Jingcai put his finger on his temple and thought hard for a moment before saying, "One of them seems to be called 'Dire' and the other is called Qian...... What the...... Can't remember. ”

"Dire ......?" Phoebe wrote down the name on the folder, her heart began to beat faster uncontrollably, and she looked up as quietly as her face as she could, "Male and female? ”

"I don't know. They use a voice-changing line, and the voice is male, but it may not be. ”

- You can call me Dire.

- I think we'll meet again, Shadowlord. Hopefully, you'll remember me by then.

Dire ...... Could it be the same person?

Phoebe's mind flashed to the figure outside the warehouse with dark wings, dark eyes, and exaggerated and gorgeous silver hair...... Suddenly, she raised her head and asked, "Every time through the audio line, have you never met in person?" ”

"I didn't ...... Well? The school manager was about to deny it, but suddenly said as if remembering something, "Although I haven't met them in person, they seem to have come to the school once." They were in a black land-and-air sedan, and when they got to the medical department, they went straight into the garage, and I didn't see what I looked like. ”

"When did this happen?"

"Last year...... ...... in October."

Phoebe's expression became solemn: "October...... Campus martial arts festival. ”

"Yes, yes, it's after the martial arts festival." Zhao Jingcai agreed, "At that time, the president also specially notified several winners of the Department of Life Sciences, asking them to go to the Department of Medicine at that time to receive the 'Sage Seed'. ”

"So Nina was one of the candidates for the Wing Man at that time...... Is it? Phoebe whispered.

"I don't know. I don't ask anything about those people, so as not to implicate me in any problems afterwards. ”

"yes, you're pretty good at protecting yourself." Phoebe rolled her eyes.

"Uh......"

"Next......" Phoebe said, looking at the folder in her hand, "where were you last night?" What did you do? Let's describe it in detail. ”

Outside the interrogation room, the red-clad officer standing behind the one-way mirror - Carl Brown. Lieutenant Orlando turned off the video headset, turned to his attendant, and said, "There's no need to listen to what is going on." Naoto, let's go. ”

His immediate attendant, Second Lieutenant Naoto Ito, stood on the right rear and replied respectfully, "Understood." ”

Karl stepped forward and walked deeper into the hallway leading to the office: "Yingjie's business...... I didn't expect it to be so deeply involved. ”

"yes...... He called that day, and I thought it was a misunderstanding. Naoto Ito followed behind him and added, "He's been working at that school for almost three years, and if there's a problem, he should have discovered it with his ability a long time ago, so why did he wait until now?" ”

Carl didn't respond to the question, but asked to himself, "After Yingjie graduated, did you contact him?" ”

"This ......," Naoto Ito said after a moment of pause, bowing his head, "No." ”

"I saw him once last year."

"......" Naoto Ito was curious, but he didn't dare to ask the master directly, just silently followed behind Carl.

"You must be wondering where I met him, right? You probably won't believe it......" Carl spread his hands, "The 'Wheel of Dreams' bar. ”

"The Wheel of Dreams? That's not where you often go, young master, that ...... in Nancheng"

"yes, I was surprised too. That day I made an appointment with the signature lady at the bar...... I don't remember what the exact name was, but I arrived a little early, and the boss told me that the young lady was still picking up customers. I was waiting impatiently on the couch at the door, and was about to call someone to urge me, when I saw the last customer come out of her dedicated room—it was Yingjie. With that, the two of them came to the flight passage dedicated to the winged people.

The MI building is divided into five floors, with the interrogation room on the first floor and the second floor above the exclusive office area for the winged officers.

There are no passenger elevators or stairs on the upper passage of the first floor, only a cylindrical flight passage for winged people. Straight up and straight down, the width can accommodate four or five people flying side by side. There are also freight elevators, otherwise it will be troublesome to change the desk in the upstairs office. However, in order to minimize the interference with the winged officers, the elevator is designed in a remote area at the corner of the walkway, and if you don't deliberately pass by on weekdays, you can rarely notice the existence of such a facility.

Carl walked all the way into the flight passage, saw a colleague flying down the floor, nodded to each other as a greeting, and then stopped talking.

The Ombudsman is the highest position other than the Chief, so the office is on the second top floor. Carl made his way up the flight path, surrounded by a circle of specially coated walls glowing with a faint lilac glow. Qingyun Empire's scientific and technological level leads the world, and today's lighting equipment can be integrated with paints. Therefore, when the coating faded, Carl's brilliant blonde hair and the red military uniform carefully groomed by his subordinates were particularly eye-catching when reflected on the smooth and flat walls around him.

Cal. Orlando is the second son of Marshal Yuheng, and in terms of status and status, the degree of dignity among the Yuansheng Wing people can be said to be second only to the prince, but no one can interpret the word "gentleman" better than him. In the eyes of most people in the MIA, the lieutenant seemed to be a talent, but every time he saw him, he was not doing anything serious. For example, now, at eleven o'clock in the morning, he just dressed up and went to the office to work. The interrogation is not good to keep an eye on, and the case directly taken over by the Military Intelligence Department is actually tried by a former investigator alone, no matter how you look at it, it looks like you don't want to do a good job at all.

Naoto Ito followed behind him, without saying a word all the way.

The two of them reached the fourth floor, and when they walked out of the flight passage, Karl continued: "When I saw Yingjie, I knew that he was no longer the same person he was when he served in the Guards Legion. Yingjie was only easy-going on the surface before, but he was a more serious person than you in his bones, and he could do it even better. So I used him heavily at that time, and I gave him all the important tasks. But when I saw him again last year, he was no different from me. ”

"Young master......" Ito didn't know what to say for a while.

Carl's office was at the end of the fourth floor, and after saying that long paragraph, the two of them were already standing in front of the office door. Carl pulled out his electronic card and opened the door, walking to the desk by the window, as he continued, "I know you're curious about why I care so much about his case. With that, he sat down at his desk, "The officers of the Military Intelligence Service regard me as an idle second ancestor, and in fact I do. Because there are so many people here, but there are not many opportunities for everyone. Wouldn't it be nice to give the competitive civilian investigators more opportunities to perform, and me less burden? ”

He turned on the computer on the desk, put his hands behind his head, leaned back in his chair and waited for the start: "The elite of the empire gathered, Zhong Lingxiu was sensitive, and there were many people who worked hard in my car. But ah...... Yingjie used to be as important a subordinate as you to me, and I can't stand by and watch if something happens to him. ”

The computer screen lit up, and there was not half a letter in the empty mailbox - it seemed that the Military Intelligence Service had long regarded him as a supernumerary and no longer assigned any urgent and important work to him. Carl stood up, and behind him were the huge floor-to-ceiling windows with the most beautiful view of the MI building—the office he had fought for when he joined the company, and it was clear that he had decided to eat and die. Karl faced the window, and a trace of imperceptible sorrow passed on his handsome face: "Although Yingjie's background is not as good as our Yuanshengyi people, but his family is a real estate dealer on the rich side, and it is no problem for such a family to eat for three or five generations." I was like, "What the hell is he fighting for?" It's not like me, it's a request at home. So I watched him become that cynical last year, and I thought he could finally see it, and I felt a lot more relieved. I don't want to hear from him anymore, it's already a dead ......"

Ito rarely heard Carl speak in this tone, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Young master, please mourn." ”

Carl turned to face the computer he was using at work, and the look in his eyes was more serious than he had ever been in the MIA: "If Yingjie's case is handed over to someone else, it will definitely be hastily handled." Because the large number of primitive people in the empire actually had little status. As long as they don't rebel, they don't mess up, they don't harm society, and no one in the ruling class really cares how they live. Yingjie has a relationship with those original people, even if the case involves many lives, as long as it does not cause a riot in society that cannot be ignored, it will be a chicken rib case with no oil and water to investigate. The colleagues in the military intelligence department are so shrewd that it is better to waste time on this kind of thing, it is better to help the few princes who are now in power deal with the face-related peachy incident. Carl said a large part of this as if he were speaking to himself, so he turned back to face the window, looked out the window at the swaying greenery and the sun was shining, and continued, "In short, I am in charge of Yingjie's affairs. Not for fame, not for profit – because of me Carl. Orlando doesn't need fame or fortune at all, does it? I just want to know who killed Yingjie. I'm going to make them pay. ”