Once upon a time there was a demon pass

These arrested cult leaders were exceptionally tenacious.

Especially those with six senses and above, including those with six senses, no matter what kind of interrogation they face in the secret cabinet, they will keep silent.

Even speaking, it's just a sentence...

I am wronged.

There was even one of them who had awakened seven times, a leader-level existence, and even passed the Zhenyao Pass.

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

This will chill the hearts of the people of the world.

For a moment, the dark pavilion was a little helpless.

And the most important thing is that it can be confirmed in previous confrontations with the cult that one of the Moge's senior management must be a member of the cult.

If these people don't open their mouths, this person cannot be caught.

If things go on like this, Mo Ge will only become more passive.

"Could we...really catch the wrong one?"

"The hero who treats the human race like this..."

"I've begun to doubt the accuracy of the intelligence."

Two interrogators from the Dark Pavilion stood outside the door of the Dark Pavilion, smoking and discussing in low voices.

His words were full of doubts.

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

They raised their heads subconsciously and saw an old man in a black robe. For some reason, just looking at the old man's eyes made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"hiss..."

"I have seen the pavilion master!"

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

The old man just stared at them indifferently: "You guys, have you forgotten the rules of the dark pavilion?"

The hoarse voice terrified the two of them.

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

"Moge, only in charge of interrogation, no discussion, no conversation!"

The old man said with some shame.

"The years I've been away..."

"Dark Pavilion..."

"Has it changed?"

"A mere cultist who can't even pry his mouth open..."

The old man raised his head and looked at the somewhat gloomy building in front of him. With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he opened the door and walked in.

The two people outside the door looked at each other, with the fear of the rest of their lives in their eyes.

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

In the end, the two became agitated, trotted in hastily, and followed 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.

for a long time...

"Subconsciously clenched your right hand and rubbed lightly."

"The eyesight is slack."

"Always look around."

"This..."

"Is that what you said was wronged?"

"The dark pavilion needs to be cleaned."

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

About a minute later, horrified shouts came from the interrogation room.

The mouth is still constantly shouting 'why? ''Why does the dark pavilion treat the meritorious deeds of the human race like this? ' and the like.

After another 10 minutes, the voice of the middle-aged man who had awakened seven times became weaker and weaker.

I have no strength left.

After another 10 minutes, there was no sound in the interrogation room.

Until accompanied by a shrill scream.

"I...I recruit!"

The voice was full of fear, and the tone was even more trembling from the heart.

but...

"I don't want to ask."

"I just want to test the tenacity of the viscera of the seven-time awakened."

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

"Open 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 remained expressionless.

"I...I really do."

"You must know everything and say everything."

"beg..."

"Please..."

"Please ask me, no...don't come here."

It's hard to imagine what a man who has been hardened for many days has experienced in just three to ten minutes.

Only fear and panic remained in the voice.

but...

In the room, the old man didn't respond at all.

"Pavilion master... he is an old man, so..."

"Are you interested?"

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

The other person had gradually regained some composure at this time.

As if analyzing something.

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

"Although it sounds full of fear, there is a certain calmness in the trembling."

"Obviously it has not completely broken through the psychological defense."

"If you interrogate at this time, there is a high probability that you will get a false answer."

The other person was a little dazed and lost in thought.

In the room, howling continued.

"I'll come back later."

In the interrogation room, the old man's voice sounded again, and with slight footsteps, the door opened.

The old man looked at the two of them.

Looking at the other one who was a bit stupid: "Tomorrow, change the department."

"You are not suitable for the Dark Pavilion."

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

Eventually fade away.

Only the man was left standing there in a daze, at a loss.

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

In just three days.

The old man walked among the interrogation rooms.

One by one, the high-level leaders of the cult, who were stubborn and stubborn, told all the information they knew.

As for the information, the old man was not even interested in analyzing it, so he asked his subordinates to sort it out, pack it up and send it to the Mo Pavilion.

Just like the original purpose of the Dark Pavilion.

Dark Pavilion...

Only responsible for arrest and interrogation.

That's it.

Very simple.

Yu Mo looked at the numerous confessions on the table, and kept peeling away the cocoons, sifting out repetitive and useless messages, and looking for any possible clues among them.

The dark court is very careful.

Yu Mo looked more closely.

They didn't even ignore when they eat, when they usually go shopping, or what they like to eat.

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

"Go and find out if there is a tofu shop!"

"Two of them always like to eat nearby. If I were the intelligence organization of a cult, it would be most appropriate 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 Yucheng."

"The fruit stall in Yunshui Square in Jicheng."

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

And Yu Mo's order was to send it to the Dark Pavilion again.

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

"A arrest operation with a clear address can escape so many people."

"this time..."

"Whoever releases one will not have to stay in the dark pavilion."

"these years..."

"The dark pavilion is under your control, like a waste."

Looking at the senior officials of the dark pavilion, the old man's eyes were full of sarcasm.