These arrested cult leaders are particularly tenacious.

Especially above the six senses, including the six senses, no matter what kind of interrogation they face in the dark pavilion, they are silent.

Even if you speak, it's just a sentence...

I was wronged.

There is even one of them who has awakened seven times, and the existence of the leader level has even climbed the Demon Town Pass.

His face was full of grievances, and he kept shouting that he had shed blood for the Terrans, why did the Terrans treat him like this!

This will chill the hearts of the human race in the world.

For a while, the dark pavilion was a little at a loss.

And the most important thing is that in the previous confrontations with the cult, it can be confirmed that there must be a person from the cult in the upper echelons of the Mo Pavilion.

If these people don't open their mouths, they can't be caught.

In the long run, Mo Ge will only become more and more passive.

"Are we... Did you really catch it wrong? ”

"This is how the heroes of the Terrans are treated..."

"I'm starting to doubt the accuracy of the intelligence."

Two interrogators from the Dark Pavilion stood outside the door of the Dark Pavilion, smoking cigarettes and whispering about each other.

The words were full of doubts.

Until a shadow suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their view.

They subconsciously looked up and saw an old man in a black robe, for some reason, just looking at the old man's eyes, people couldn't help but feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"Shhhhh

"I've seen the Pavilion Master!"

The two of them threw down the cigarette butts and saluted the old man respectfully.

The old man just looked at them indifferently: "You guys, have you forgotten the rules of the Dark Pavilion?" ”

The hoarse voice made the two of them creepy.

They subconsciously shook their heads: "Don't dare to forget!" ”

"Mo Ge, only responsible for interrogation, no discussion, no conversation!"

The old man said with some shame.

"All the years I've been gone..."

"The Dark Pavilion..."

"Has it changed?"

"A mere cultist, I can't even pry my mouth open..."

The old man raised his head, looked at the somewhat gloomy building in front of him, and with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, pushed open the door and walked in.

The two of them looked at each other outside the door, and there was still fear in their eyes for the rest of their lives.

"Pavilion Master... The Pavilion Master is finally back! ”

Eventually, the two became agitated, and hurriedly trotted in, following behind the old man.

Standing outside the interrogation room, looking at the aggrieved and angry middle-aged man in the room, the old man was expressionless.

Long...

"The right hand is subconsciously clenched and rubbed gently."

"Eyes are glazed."

"Always look around."

"This..."

"Is that what you mean by wrongdoing?"

"Dark Pavilion, it needs to be cleaned."

The old man gave them a cold look, gently pushed open the door of the interrogation room, and walked in, finally gently blocking the window.

About a minute later, frightened shouts were heard from the interrogation room.

His mouth was still shouting, 'Why? ''Why does the Dark Pavilion treat Terran exploits like this?'' Words like that.

After another ten minutes, the voice of the middle-aged man of the seven awakened people became weaker and weaker.

There is no strength left.

Ten minutes later, the interrogation room was completely silent.

Until it was accompanied by a terrible scream.

"I... I'm recruiting! ”

There was horror in his voice, and there was a shudder in his tone.

But...

"I don't want to ask."

"I just want to test the tenacity of the internal organs of the seven awakened people."

The old man's mechanically hoarse voice sounded in the room, indifferent, without any emotion.

"Make a hole in your abdomen and put this ant in..."

"It's going to be fun."

Although he was saying such terrifying words, the old man was still expressionless.

"I... I'm really tricky. ”

"You must know everything, you must say everything."

"Please..."

"Please..."

"Ask me, no... Don't come over. ”

It's hard to imagine what the man who has been angry for many days has experienced in just thirty minutes.

There was only fear and trepidation left in the voice.

But...

In the room, the old man did not respond at all.

"Pavilion Master, he... He's an old man, so..."

"Interested?"

One person shuddered a little when he heard the miserable sound in the room, and his body trembled slightly.

The other man had gradually regained some composure by this time.

It's like you're analyzing something.

After a long time, he shook his head slightly: "No, you carefully distinguish his voice." ”

"It sounds terrified, but it's a little calm in the trembling."

"Apparently not completely breaking through the psychological defenses."

"At this time, if you are interrogated, there is a high probability that you will get a false answer."

The other was a little dazed and lost in thought.

In the room, there was a constant wailing.

"Later, I'll come again."

In the interrogation room, the old man's voice sounded again, accompanied by the sound of slight footsteps, and the door opened.

The old man looked at the two of them.

Looking at the other one who was a little stupid: "Tomorrow, let's change departments." ”

"You're not fit in the Dark Chamber."

After speaking, the old man took out a piece of cloth and wiped the blood on his hands.

Eventually, it faded away.

The man was left standing in place, at a loss.

The other followed, with some excitement, still following behind the old man.

In just three days.

The old man walked through the interrogation rooms.

One by one, the high-ranking members of the cult, who were hard-headed and could not open their mouths, told all the information they knew.

As for this information, the old man was not even interested in analyzing it, so he directly asked his subordinates to sort it out, packed it and sent it to Moge.

Just like the purpose of the Dark Pavilion's original establishment.

Dark Pavilion...

Only responsible for arrest and interrogation.

That's all.

It's very simple.

Yu Mo looked at the confessions on the table, kept peeling back the cocoon, sifting out repetitive, useless information, and looking for any clues that might exist.

The secret cabinet is very detailed.

Yu Mo looked more closely.

Even when they eat, usually go out shopping, and what they like to eat are not ignored.

"Huaicheng, Dongxin District, Lin'an Road, No. 23!"

"Go find out if there's a tofu shop!"

"Two of them always like to eat around there, and if I'm a cult intelligence organization, it's best to open a dark spot here."

"And both of them like tofu."

"Don't arrest directly, observe first, maybe there will be surprises."

"And the Royal Bar in Elm City."

"Yunshui Square fruit stall in Jicheng."

Yu Mo issued orders in an orderly manner, and finally leaned back on the wheelchair a little tiredly, gently rubbing his temples.

And Yu Mo's order was sent to the dark pavilion again.

The old man looked at the addresses on it and stared coldly at the people at the conference table.

"An arrest operation with a clear address can run away so many people."

"This time..."

"Whoever lets one go doesn't have to stay in the Dark Pavilion."

"All these years..."

"The Dark Pavilion is in charge of you, like a waste."

Looking at several high-ranking members of the Dark Pavilion, the old man's eyes were full of sarcasm.