Xie Wendong has read many books, and there are records in them that in an absolutely closed and silent space, even if there is sufficient food, a person cannot survive for a week.
The human spirit cannot stand the oppression of this silence and loneliness, and often suffers from mental breakdown within a few days.
Could it be that they used this trick on themselves?
What Ji Hongxi said was just to scare himself and create mental pressure for himself.
He didn't take away the weapons on his body, but took away his watch.
Why was he trying to make himself lose the concept of time, further force his nerves, and leave him alone?
The weapon was used to make oneself commit suicide when he could not bear the torture.
If this was true, then all the arrangements were too cruel and insidious.
Xie Wendong's eyes condensed, and a cold lightning flashed out.
Thinking of this, Xie Wendong stood up and walked slowly along the wall.
It looks like he is taking a walk, but in fact Xie Wendong's eyes have been looking around, looking at everything around him.
Soon, he discovered that there was a small round stain on each of the four corners at the top of the room.
It was no bigger than a grain of rice.
The color was only slightly darker than the wall.
If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it at all.
Xie Wendong, the head of the pinhole camera, made a sound and smiled.
It turns out that they may be secretly observing themselves in some corner.
Humming to himself, he returned to the chair, picked up his coat, shook it, and spread it on the desk.
Then he lay down, put his hands under his head, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. .
Of course, Xie Wendong couldn't sleep in this situation.
He was just comparing his patience with the other party.
Next door to the room where he was.
Looking at Xie Wendong sleeping on the table on the screen, Ji Hongxi opened her eyes in disbelief and said in surprise: "He is sleeping."
Beside him, there were two men and one woman standing.
One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties, had a gloomy face and slowly clenched his fists.
"The old man's intention is very obvious, that is to kill Xie Wendong."
The middle-aged man's eyes were cold and he said expressionlessly: "If he is fine, we must be fine."
"Director Wu" Ji Hong was puzzled: "But we can't kill him directly.
The Political Department can't get through it."
"Well" this is the most troublesome question.
The middle-aged man rubbed his forehead and lowered his head in deep thought.
The girl standing behind the middle-aged man said: "Director, don't worry, as long as we find out the evidence of Xie Wendong's crime, we will have a way to force the Political Department to eliminate him.
Once Xie Wendong leaves the Political Department and loses his asylum, then , we can treat him how we want to treat him."
This girl's name is Li Jiajia.
Despite her young age, she is only in her mid-twenties.
She looks pretty, but she speaks and acts like a very ruthless character.
She It is also a powerful assistant for middle-aged people.
The middle-aged man's surname is Wu Tianhu, and his identity is very extraordinary.
He is the first director of the Central Intelligence Agency.
The Central Intelligence Agency is an independent branch of the Security Bureau.
It is not under the jurisdiction of the Security Bureau and is directly responsible to the Central Military Commission.
Du Tingwei's father was Wu Tianhu's immediate boss.
"Interrogate Xie Wendong."
Wu Tianhu shook his head and said, "Don't treat him as an ordinary person.
It's not that easy to pry his mouth open.
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Besides, we can't torture him, otherwise, the Political Department will catch him and Trouble again."
"No matter what, you should give it a try."
Li Jiajia has the spirit of perseverance and never giving up until the goal is achieved.
Before Wu Tianhu could speak, there was a knock on the door outside.
He frowned and said, "Come in."
As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged woman walked in from the outside.
She whispered: "Director, Director Yuan from the Political Department called you."
"Look," Wu Tianhu sneered, "The boss of the Political Department can't sit still so quickly."
As he said that, he walked out and said to Li Jiajia, "If you want to try, just try, but you can't cause trouble."
"Director, don't worry, I understand what I should do."
Li Jiajia nodded with a smile.
Xie Wendong had been lying on the table for who knows how long.
Suddenly, the door opened and four people walked in from the outside.
The leader was a girl with a beautiful face, and the three behind him were burly men in black suits.
"Mr.
Xie, are you comfortable sleeping?"
The girl is Li Jiajia.
She held her briefcase and walked into the room with a smile.
Sitting up, Xie Wendong looked at her up and down, tapped the big man behind her, shrugged and said: "The table is a bit hard, it would be better if it were softer."
Li Jiajia giggled.
Suddenly, her face sank, and she said coldly: "It seems that Mr.
Xie Wendong, who was sitting on the table, said: "Do you want to come down on your own initiative, or do you want me to invite you to come down?"
Xie Wendong laughed, jumped off the table, and sat on the chair opposite Li Jiajia.
With a snap, Li Jiajia put the briefcase on the table and asked with a cold face: "Xie Wendong, do you admit your guilt?"
"Of course."
Xie Wendong said with a smile: "Of course I am guilty."
His answer surprised Li Jiajia.
Could it be that locking up Xie Wendong for a few hours would make him stupid?
As long as he is willing to admit his crime, as long as he is willing to admit that it was not under the command of the Political Department but his personal behavior. , then everything will be easy to handle.
Suppressing the excitement in her heart, Li Jiajia pretended to be calm and said: "Everything you have done will be revealed.
You have to remember that only in this way, you may still have a chance of survival."
After that, he felt nervous and excited.
Looking straight at Xie Wendong.
Xie Wendong slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it in his mouth, and after taking a puff of green smoke, Fang said softly: "God said that everyone in the world is guilty.
So, I am guilty."
"Bah!"
After hearing this, Li Jiajia was so angry that she slammed the table, leaned forward, gritted her silver teeth and said: "Xie Wendong, you are playing with fire, do you know?"
As he said that, he took a deep breath He calmed himself down, opened his briefcase, took out a thick stack of documents, and said: "In 2002, the Russian government caught a group of gangs smuggling arms.
Basically, they told you that the arms were sold to you.
What's your explanation?"
"Oh, there is such a thing."
Xie Wendong shook his head and said, "I have business dealings with foreign countries, but smuggling arms is illegal.
How could I do such a thing?"
"The evidence is conclusive, you still dare to quibble?"
Li Jiajia said coldly: "Okay, you said this has nothing to do with you, then, let me ask you, does the massacre in City T and the Villa have nothing to do with you?
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Hebei, Nanjing, Shanghai, Hong Kong and other underworlds Doesn’t the fighting have anything to do with you?
Doesn’t the recent chaos among gangs in the Northeast also have anything to do with you?”
Xie Wendong raised his head and said with a smile: "You're right, these really have nothing to do with me."
He dismissed these things with a smile.
Li Jiajia clenched her fists.
If the director hadn't said it first, she would have gone up and slapped Xie Wendong hard.
She gritted her teeth and said: "You pushed it all away, but it's useless.
I can easily arrest hundreds of witnesses to testify against you."
"Oh, that's awesome."
Xie Wendong shook his head, then raised his eyes, looked at Li Jiajia with a smile, and asked, "Then why are you still wasting your time with me here?
Go and arrest your witness."
"You..."
Li Jiajia stood up suddenly, pointed at Xie Wendong's nose, paused for a moment, then slowly sat down again, nodded, and said: "Xie Wendong, let me tell you the truth when your mouth can be tough enough. , no one will come to save you, and no one will Someone can save you.
This is the Central Intelligence Agency.
Killing you is as easy as squeezing an ant to death.
If you don't tell the truth, you will only die in the end.
You must think clearly about it.
My patience has its limits."
After that. , she stood up and prepared to leave.
Of course he was trying to scare Xie Wendong.
According to common sense, most people would not be able to withstand the intimidation at this time and would obey.
However, Xie Wendong is not an ordinary person.
He looked at Li Jiajia with a smile, a pair of bright eyes, and two soul-catching gazes, as if he could see through the other person's thoughts in one fell swoop.
He smiled leisurely and said: "Then please go slowly, I won't send you off."
"Huh?"
Li Jiajia glared at Xie Wendong, packed up her briefcase, and walked out angrily.
Not long after she left, Xie Wendong began to regret.
He regretted that he should not have angered her so early.
He should have tried to talk to her for a while longer.
This room was too quiet to be alone.
It was so quiet.
Let yourself be afraid.
The world suddenly fell into silence again, without any sound, without any color, only cold walls and cold metallic luster.
As time went by, Xie Wendong even began to suspect that the world had disappeared, and even he himself was about to disappear.
This was not the way to go, his consciousness was about to be worn away.
Xie Wendong stood up and started walking around the room.
He deliberately made the sound of his footsteps louder.
However, for him, this was just drinking crane to quench his thirst and could not solve the fundamental problem.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe two hours or two days. . . .
He felt that his physical strength was gradually declining, and his legs seemed to be used to lead.
Every step he took, he had to exert all his strength.
At this time, he wanted to shout to the sky, but also wanted to take out his pistol and lock the door.
He broke it and rushed out directly, but his remaining reason stopped his impulse.
He didn't dare to stop walking, there was no sound of footsteps, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stand it for even a minute.
He held the wall and rubbed it slowly, his eyes seemed to have lost their charm.
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Looking at the weak and sweaty Xie Wendong on the screen, with expressions on his face that alternated between joy, anger, and sadness, Wu Tianhu in the next room was also anxious and sweating profusely.
A day and a half had passed, and over there at the Political Department The urging became more and more urgent, but fortunately, Mr.
Du was there to support him, but even so, Wu Tianhu felt that if Xie Wendong did not collapse, he would collapse
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