"Your name."

"Mosilaire."

"Full name?"

"Mosilaire ❚❚"

Mosilaire saw what the man in front of her, who was mostly hidden in the shadows, wrote something in his notebook with a pencil, and then he looked up and continued to ask her, "Where is it?" ”

"Squadron of Percussion Beasts of the Third Orbital Commando Regiment of the Empire."

"Very well, in your position?"

"Deputy Leader of the Electromagnetic Interference and Anti-Electromagnetic Interference Tactical Support Group."

"Uh...... What kind of support troops are supported by electromagnetic interference? The man didn't seem to hear clearly, but Mosilaire wasn't quick to tell.

“…… Electromagnetic Interference and ...... Anti-EMI ...... Tactical Support Group—"

She patiently slowed down her speech, only to be immediately interrupted rudely.

"Okay, okay, I know." The guy waved his hand nonchalantly, as if that would drive away the non-existent fly circling over his bald head.

"Uh-" he flipped through a few sheets of soft paper on the plastic pad in his hand, "please repeat your meeting in Europe half a month ago...... Uh, what happened to the Colony of Horn 7 while fighting the Mechanical Aliens. ”

"I've already said it once." Mosilaire gestured to the one-way see-through glass behind her, "If you're really that curious, you can ask them." I think those Judge Advocate Officers who have a slumpy face all day long will be happy to share my story with you—if you can put up with their bad character. ”

"Also, that planet is called Europa 7, not what you call it." She leaned back in the back of her chair, as if the thirst in her mouth had been forgotten for a moment, "Maybe you should read more books, sir, for books are man's best friend." ”

"I'm not asking you! Miss Mosilaire. Also—" He poked the pad a few times with the bitten bald, yellow-painted 2B pencil, then suddenly jumped up from the chair and pointed his stubby left index finger at her face viciously, "never, never, try, sarcasm, me!" ”

"It's purely for your own good, Mr. Fat." Mosilaire looked up at the man in front of him, who had blocked out all the light and cast a large shadow on her, but there was not even a trace of fear or respect on his face, "And you know that this conversation will be videotaped, right?" ”

The man gasped in the darkness like an enraged boar, his eyes squinting with a terrifying, crazy light. He stood like this, staring silently at Mosilelle's face for a long, long time, before finally sitting back in the sweat-stained chair in the faint incandescent light.

"Recount what happened to the Hammer Squadron on Planet Europa 7." He shifted his position and put the stiff plastic pad on his lap, and the chair under his ass creaked for it.

"Also, it's an order." The man looked down at his notebook, and finally added another sentence.

"Orders?"

"Yes, order." He looked into Mosilel's eyes, calmly as if nothing had happened just now, "Claim your rights as an investigator of the Imperial Court." ”

Mosilelle's face suddenly showed a look of obvious surprise, "Su court? That's impossible! ”

"They have no reason to investigate me!" She stubbornly raised her proud head and looked calmly at the unusually fat man in front of her, "If you want to deceive me with such a clumsy lie, then you will be disappointed." ”

But the guy seemed to be listening to some nice joke, and burst into bursts of shrill laughter from his throat like boiling water.

"I don't understand what's so funny about that." Mosilaire licked her chapped lips and frowned for the first time.

He restrained all laughter in a flash, and his fat face covered with beads of sweat showed the most straightforward banter and mockery.

"Then you'll have to take a look at this—" The fat man, hidden in the dark, took out a small badge that glittered in the light from the pocket of his white shirt and handed it to Mosilaire, "I forgive you for your short-sightedness, shameless deserter. ”

The badge was horribly greasy and slimy to the touch, and God knows how much peanut butter and tomato sauce had been stained on it—but even beneath all that black mud, the sword of truth of justice, was cold and sharp.

Mosilaire only glanced at it, then tossed the badge back to the man.

"I don't believe it, it's fake." Her face regained its composure.

"Your stubbornness is beyond my imagination!" The muscles on his face began to tremble, and bean-sized drops of sweat continued to roll down his forehead. Mosilele noticed that the shirt in his black suit was completely wet.

"No one dares to fake the Truth Badge of the Imperial Tribunal!" The man's teeth rattled, and the plastic plate in his hand was deformed by him.

He reached out and loosened the tie around his neck, pointing at Mosilaire's fingers as sonorous as an iron bar, "I advise you to tell everything you know, otherwise you won't end well, dog......"

"You must be mistaken, sir." Mosilaire's warnings and threats to him barely countered, "As an investigator of the Tribunal, you should be looking for the scum who betrayed the Empire, not me. I'm just an ordinary person, and I just want to be an ordinary person. ”

His narrow, wolf-like eyes glowed devouring in the darkness, and after a long time, Mosilaire heard him sneer suddenly, and then asked an irrelevant question: "Are you the only woman in the Hammer Beast squadron?" ”

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with you."

"Did you kill them?" The man turned the pencil in his hand, as if he was making some kind of boring joke, "like leading the way in setting traps or inducing them to kill each other?" ”

Mosilaire was stunned for a moment, and the anger in his heart suddenly rushed up, "I can't do such a thing!" ”

"Whatever your reasons for provoking me, I must warn you not to forget one thing, Mr. Fat-" she looked deeply at the man who had almost filled the chair, "and it is against the law to speculate and slander Imperial soldiers, even to the investigators of the Tribunal. ”

"Then how the fuck are you going to explain that the entire squadron of percussion beasts, including the medics, logistics, and fucking auxiliary reconnaissance droids, are all dead with that damn iron bump, and only one fucking you?!" He roared like crazy, his thick gasp sounding like an ancient steam engine suddenly appeared in the darkness, "You just don't dare face your mistakes, you vile and shameless bastard bitch!" ”

"I don't know what you're talking about." Mosilaire stared at him coldly, a very cold emotion brewing in his eyes.

"Is it because they secretly watched you take a shower, huh?" The man's face poked into the light, and there was nothing but vicious speculation and subtle sexual-innuendo on his pale countenance, "Or did they tease you?" ”

"Vulgar language only exposes your lack of upbringing, fat guy, and it has nothing to do with you-"

"Let me guess what broke the camel's last straw......" he leaned his sickly face to Mosilaire as if he hadn't heard, and the huge head that had taken up all her vision became greasy and disgusting in the light, "is someone trying to force a relationship with you?" Well? Or did you not take precautions after doing it? ”

"I'm going to fuck you!" Unable to bear it, Mosilaire punched the man's fat face, which collapsed the bridge of his nose and splattered red blood, and then she backhanded the plastic chair under her and thrashed wildly around the waist of the wailing man, until the rapid-response mechanical guard outside the interrogation room rushed in and shot her.

The twisted arc burrowed into Mosilaire's flesh, causing her to spin in front of her eyes and instantly lose consciousness.

"Throw this guy out." The political commissar of the Ministry of Military Justice walked into the interrogation room, frowned and said to the guards directly under him: "Also, don't throw me at the main gate again this time, don't do this kind of thing that is easy to be caught by others, and let the fools of the Ministry of Discipline and Justice on the other side see the joke in vain." Throw it out of the garbage passage at the back door, and remember not to let the surveillance camera catch it. ”

"Yes, Comrade Political Commissar." Several human guards stepped forward to knock out the fat man, who was still rolling on the floor, and carried him out of the fiberglass-reinforced door of the interrogation room.

"His son is from the Hammer Beast Squadron, and he died in that disaster." His colleague said casually, and then couldn't help but complain, "It's so hot in here." ”

"The Ministry of Law Enforcement is indeed the Ministry of Law Enforcement." The commissar showed little sympathy, and even laughed sarcastically.

"What is she going to do?" The female assistant next to the commissar pushed the rare non-decorative optical glasses and pointed to Mosilaire, who was still unconscious, "She seems to have passed out." ”

"Take her to the lounge first, let her rest well, and then talk about it when she wakes up." As soon as he saw Mosilaire's brow, he twisted into a big pimple, and finally couldn't help but sigh.

"It's a big-trouble, a big-trouble." The commissar shook his head, the red star badge on the big-brimmed hat looked like a ruby in the light, "I don't know how to fix it." ”

"Instead of wasting time thinking about this kind of headache and temporary unsolvable problem, it's better to think about what to eat for dinner." The female assistant Katyusha made her suggestion with a blank face, and then pushed away the low-intelligence guard robot, took two steps forward, and squatted in front of Mosilel.

"When you speak, I always think of my old mother, Comrade Katyusha, who has been dead for more than 20 years. Your words are always so simple, clear and full of bright life philosophy. The old commissar watched as she took out a pink handkerchief from her pocket, carefully wiped the blood stains on Mosilare's face, and then exclaimed, "My ...... Oh my God! You'd have such a soft pink object, I thought you only liked Gauss rifles, EMP grenades, and charged rifles! ”

"I don't think there is a conflict between the two, Comrade Commissar." Katyusha put away her handkerchief, straightened her military hat, and stood up from the ground, "I know that there is a very good Shandong cuisine bimbap in the dining area on the second floor of the life experience center, do you want to try it?" ”

"Gimbap? Isn't that a stuff from the old Korea-country? ”

"What...... What? Katyusha's face showed a rare look of bewilderment, "Who said that to you?" ”

"A book, an old book I picked up at the flea market, called "Korea and the Origin of the Universe." The old commissar comrade blinked his eyes and proudly showed off to her, "You can't imagine how cheap it is!" ”

"It was a non-professional book used by Koreans in the old days to mock themselves, Comrade Political Commissar." Katyusha explained with a blank face.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that most of the above words are ridiculous, and you can't just take them for letters."

"Wow, that's unexpected." The political commissar shook his beard indifferently, and actually became complacent, "It's good that I haven't read a few pages after buying it for so many years." ”

"By the way, what about kimchi?" He remembered something again.

"Originated from old China."

"What about the hanbok? And what about Hanbok? It's all with Korean characters, so it shouldn't be wrong anymore, right? ”

"Read more good books, Comrade Political Commissar, knowledge is priceless, but e-books won't cost you much." Katyusha's beautiful big eyes showed sincerity and pity - this was the first time that a political commissar had seen her show such mixed emotions!