"Name" "Xu Le."
"Citizen Number" “st510200431x。”
"Position" "Technical Director of the 17th Armored Division of the First Military Region of the Federation."
Level "Vice-Division."
"Please give us a brief account of your resume, especially the part before the 65th year of the Constitutional Calendar."
Hearing this, Xu Le, who had been calmly answering questions, finally had a different reaction, he raised his head and squinted at the few FBI agents across the table, as if trying to grasp their truest purpose from the expressions of these agents.
Part of the sixty-five years before the Xian calendar, Xu Le frowned and fell into memory.
At that time, he was still an ordinary teenager on Donglin Zhonglou Street, and his daily boring life was divided into two parts, one part was in the repair shop on Xianglan Avenue, and the other was in the workshop next to the abandoned mine.
At that time, the sky of Donglin was the same as the sky of Donglin now, far less blue than S1, and it was rare to see a few stars at night.
"I was born in a small town called Guangming, about seven hours away from the state capital, because of the frequent mudslides, many years ago, Guangming Town abolished the relevant educational institutions, I enlisted in the army at the age of fifteen, entered Donglin, became a mine maintenance soldier, my team, because of a geological disaster and all sacrificed" Xu Le frowned and recalled the time when he really belonged to him, but he told another completely different story without any condensation, that is, the resume information arranged for him by the uncle, a tragic story of a Donglin squatting soldier.
In that story, a Donglin squatting soldier named Xu Le was discharged from the army because of the accident, and after receiving the allowance from the Ministry of National Defense, he entered Linhai Ewha University to audit, and was discovered by a professor who was talented in mechanics, and was successfully admitted to the largest Guohug mobile company in the federation and assigned to the research institute.
As for the subsequent development of this story, no one in the Federation today does not know, so Xu Le himself does not need to repeat it.
"It has always been said that Miss Jian Shui'er is a disaster."
The FBI agent across the table spread his hands and sighed: "Colonel Xu Le, when I saw your resume, I understood why you can be a couple." ” Xu Le smiled, when the uncle invaded the federal central computer to modify the database, although he constructed a perfect story, but there was no way to investigate in the real world, so the continuous and bizarre deaths of those illusory existences in the surrounding environment became the only choice for the development of the story.
"Can you tell us about the town called Light?"
An FBI officer had been sitting in the shadows, unable to see his face clearly, except for a slightly distorted jaw and a pale to transparent complexion, and it was clear that the officer was in a very high position in the FBI, and when he spoke, the interrogation room was silent.
In absolute silence, Xu Le looked at the other party in the shadows, frowned and said, "I don't have any interest in recalling, if you want to get the answer you need from the Q&A in the old house with a view of the town, there is no possibility." ” The FBI's attitude towards him was very gentle, and he didn't have the cold face of ordinary prisoners at all, but after talking so far and repeating that resume, Xu Le had already captured the other party's thoughts, and his mood gradually became cold.
"Colonel Xu Le, we've met before, in Allure Prison."
The shadowed FBI officer stood up slowly, the light shining on his pale cheeks, an extremely emaciated face, the lower part of which was distorted and distorted, as if it had been crushed by a great force, but then put back together in a terrifying look.
Xu Le stared at this face, and after a moment of silence, he spoke: "I remember you, you are the director of the fourth section of the FBI. ” The man coughed twice and stared at him coldly, "You have changed from a murderer to a federal hero, but I am still the head of the fourth section of the General Headquarters, but I don't care about these official positions, I just want to know if you will regret your impulses when you fall into my hands now." ” "No, I kind of regret that I didn't kick you to death."
Xu Le shrugged his shoulders and said, "I must remind you, Mr.
Director, that the old grudge between you and me has nothing to do with this assistance in the investigation. ” "I'm not a man for a personal vendetta."
The senior FBI official who had been kicked to the point of coma by Xu Le stared at him angrily and shouted in a deep voice: "But I insist that you are a murderer" "When the entire federation thinks you are a hero, I still think you are a murderer, as for whether you are from Qinglong Mountain or whose family you belong to, it is not my concern."
Xu Le was silent.
"In addition, I must remind you very seriously that the story you just told will be investigated by many people, and my most trusted subordinate has now arrived in Donglin."
The director of the fourth section looked at him and said in a cold voice: "If you tell a big lie, you want the whole world to be deceived forever, this can only be wishful thinking."
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
Xu Le replied.
The head of the fourth section smiled, his distorted cheeks looked even more terrifying, he picked up the white and dust-free gloves and walked out of the room, and then, the room again sounded the detectives' questions without mood fluctuations.
"Colonel Xu Le, can you recall what agencies in the garrison area you used to interact with when you were in the Donglin Army?"
"Colonel Xu Le, do you still have any impressions about the specific coordinates of the maintenance of the mine?"
Xu Le answered these questions somewhat mechanically, and his gaze followed the figure of the vanished deputy director to the mirror that occupied the entire wall.
He knew that this kind of mirror was one-way glass, and the people over there could see themselves, but they couldn't see each other, just like the current situation, and he knew what the big guys were going to do with themselves, but he couldn't see through the chips in their hands.
More critically, behind that mirror at this time, who is looking at themselves Behind the mirror of the interrogation room is a room of about seven or eight square meters, which is filled with all kinds of instruments and a sensitive radio system, which clearly transmits the voice of Xu Le's reply next door.
The cold and sharp gaze of the head of the fourth general department with a distorted jaw and a pale complexion fell on Xu Le's face that seemed to have no emotional fluctuations through the one-way glass, listening to the answers that were about to be memorized, he reached out to close the sound channel, and beckoned his hand to the front.
The FBI agent walked in with a man in a police officer's uniform, gray hair, haggard eyebrows and tired eyes, and his panic and nervousness were evident in the subtle body language.
"Don't be nervous, the political axe needs your help."
The head of the fourth section coldly pointed behind the mirror and asked, "Have you seen that person?"
The gray-haired, old-looking officer squinted for a long time and said in shock, "Of course I did." ” He looked at the director of the fourth section and said in a trembling voice: "It's Colonel Xu Le in there."
"Think about it, I'm asking you if you've seen this person in your district before."
The director of the fourth section said coldly.
"Probably not, I don't have any impressions."
The officer said in a trembling voice, "How could Colonel Xu Le appear in my district. ” "What's your name," the head of the fourth section stared at him coldly.
"Bao Longtao."
A middle-aged woman in an ordinary flower dress, nervously clasped her hands, came to the room, she looked at the picture on the side of the glass for a long time, and shrank her head a little embarrassed and replied: "I think I've seen it on TV." ” "The grocery store you opened on Xianglan Avenue, is there a repair shop next to it, is there an apprentice named Xu Le in it?"
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"There's nothing wrong with that, but the mechanic shop has been down for years."
The middle-aged woman explained earnestly: "It seems that it was a chemical explosion, and the boy died." ” She wrung her uneasy fingers and said sadly: "That kid is really pitiful, he laughs at everyone he sees in the ordinary world, his hands and feet are diligent, and he is happy to let him help when something happens. ” "That's right."
The middle-aged woman stared curiously at the federal officer at the table behind the mirror, rubbed her curly hair and said, "Have I seen this person on TV, speaking of which, he is really similar to Lezi, but he is not as good as fun." ” A young man with curly hair, rudely pushed into the room, stood up straight in a bit of a panic, nervous not knowing where to put his hands and feet, and his face was flushed with excitement and fear.
He was just a little hooligan in the Donglin black market, and was suddenly arrested by the military police with loaded guns, and then took a spaceship that he usually didn't dare to hope for, and came to the star circle of the capital of Donglin that the people envy and hated but always thought it was another world, and then braved the wind and snow and was sent to this building.
Things came so fast, so fast that the curly-haired youth couldn't adapt at all, and he still felt dizzy in his brain until now.
The director of the fourth section looked at him quietly, did not let him recognize people through the glass, but directly carried his collar, pushed open the door that was not heavy, and strode over.
The lights in the room were dim, and Xu Le leaned on the chair, holding delicious and fragrant coffee, and talked to the FBI agents.
The curly-haired young man looked at the simple and familiar face under the light in a daze, thinking about the doubts whenever he watched the news over the years, he was shocked and speechless, and subconsciously shouted: "You are really Brother Le" Xu Le raised his head, his pupils shrunk, his body stiffened slightly, and after a long silence, his eyebrows finally stretched into straight ink, looking at the still green face that was close at hand, and said with a smile: "Xiaoqiang, long time no see."
To be continued: