"Agent C36, we want you to be honest about this issue and not try to change the subject by talking about him left and right. We're all agents, and I hope you'll understand what I'm doing and try to cooperate. A man in a military uniform who looked to be about 30 years old sat at the table and said to Zhou Ji, who had an unkind face on the other side of the table.

"How many times have I said it before, and how many times do you want me to repeat it? You said let me understand and cooperate, why can't you understand me? Zhou Ji was obviously a little irritable, and he couldn't calmly answer the man's question at all. For more than a week, you've been bombarding me every day, treating me as a spy rebel, right? You've got a lie detector, what else do you want? ”

In fact, it is not to blame that Zhou Jihui is angry, because at this time he is sitting upright in a chair and being interrogated by someone he has never seen before. But that's not the main problem.

It's ridiculous.

Zhou Ji's gaze drifted over the man's face and landed on the rank of his shoulder.

There is a star between the two bars, and this person is still a major.

And what about the major? He Zhou Ji is still a colonel, and his military rank is two floors higher than this man who looks about the same age as himself, so why should he interrogate him like a prisoner?

The man seemed to notice the other party's disdain, so he added a more humble attitude to the original relaxed tone: "Sir, I know you're in a bad mood right now. But this is my job, can't you go back quickly if you cooperate with me to finish it as soon as possible? As he spoke, he paused, looking at Zhou Ji, who was sitting precariously, his eyes were not on him, but in the space where they were in the dazzling white headlamp that only left the ceiling except for a table and a few chairs, as if he didn't take anything he said to heart at all.

Seeing this kind of scene, the man couldn't help but sigh quietly.

He couldn't know why Zhou Ji reacted this way, although he had long known that many people had interrogated each other countless times in the past few days, but he never thought that the topic he had carefully prepared could not arouse Zhou Ji's slightest interest. Presumably because the other agents had already asked reliable or unreliable questions, and he had already answered them many times, otherwise how could he be distracted and still unable to concentrate when there was nothing in the room?

The man retreated, but he couldn't leave the task at hand, and said helplessly: "... All right. Sir. I won't bother you too much, can I hurry up and ask you a few questions? ”

"Say." Zhou Ji spat out a word.

"You sneaked into the home of reporter Zhou Yanjun to rescue him in the celebrity Ma XX fan doxing riot, and clashed with the fans who came from behind, and you hit those teenagers, right?"

"Yes."

"What did you use to attack them?"

"What else can an average journalist have at home? Everything you can get, mops and stuff. ”

"In addition to the objects in the reporter Zhou Yanjun's house, have you used any other weapons? For example, hallucinogenic drugs, electric shock weapons, etc..."

"No, no! Alas..."Zhou Ji suppressed his anger and said, "It's an emergency, how can I prepare those things on my body?" Even if there were, it could only be knives and sticks, right? Did you investigate or think about asking these idiot questions before? ”

The man's face was red and white, and out of professionalism and respect for the commander, he did not refute much, but continued to ask:

"Okay, that means you knocked those teenagers down and left the scene with reporter Zhou Yanjun directly, and didn't do anything else, right?"

"Nope. Hasn't the private surveillance footage on that floor been handed over to you? Didn't see what? ”

“... Yes, sir. It's just above..."

"It's just a suspicion that I'm in league with the unidentified curly-haired man who showed up at the door, right?" Zhou Ji's words were full of gunpowder.

"This is unavoidable, because this person's clothes are too heavy, and the video footage is blurry, there is no way to find out the identity of this person, and he followed the fan group to the scene of the crime without doing anything, but did not do anything to stop you when facing you, although we can understand that you were physically exhausted at that time so you did not subdue him in the first place, but..."

"Okay, okay, I can recite what you want to say next." Zhou Ji suddenly interrupted the man's gushing narration, "Then there is a burst of black light after the man enters the room, and that black light is a light that cannot be emitted in known artificial light sources. Because Zhou Yanjun's home was deliberately vandalized, no useful clues could be extracted from the scene, and after checking the records of the fan group, they did not cause any damage to the room except for the main door. And I was the only one who went in ahead of time, so I suspect that I deliberately destroyed the scene. Right? ”

The man's throat choked, and he didn't speak for a while: "... I don't think I need to ask. ”

Zhou Ji didn't speak, just closed his eyes and waved his hand, signaling the other party to leave here and let himself be quiet.

The man frowned and shook his head, picked up the notepad and recorder in front of him and walked to the door. Just as his hand was about to touch the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said:

"By the way, you..."

"You ask me if I don't want to know when I will be freed from the imprisonment of the 'White House'? Needless to say, I know that I won't be able to dismiss some of my suspicions until you understand why all the teenage fans are in a coma. Alright, let's go. Zhou Ji lowered his head tiredly, and spoke very quickly. It seems that he really wants to send the other party away quickly.

The man really didn't have anything to say at this time, so he had to leave the room with a stomach full of unwillingness. As soon as he stepped out of the door, a large hand slapped him on the shoulder, followed by a deep voice:

"J97, thank you. That person is very difficult to serve, right? ”

The man known as J97 immediately turned around and gave a military salute, and shouted to the middle-aged man in front of him who was slightly chubby in a tunic suit, "It's not hard!" This is what I should do, sir! ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "Hmm." What did you ask? ”

"This... You're going to be disappointed. This man has memorized our questions and is not willing to say a word more..."

"Hmm. Got it. The middle-aged man nodded, looked at Zhou Ji who was still inside through the glass window on the white iron door, and muttered meaningfully: "Isn't it yet..."

"Looks like it's time to let it out."

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