Most Wanted [Interstellar]

Chapter 41

Most people stay single in this era, family life is irrelevant, but it is not without family life, everyone will like to work, and people who live in the office are still heterogeneous.

As night fell, the lights of commercial buildings gradually went out, and the bars, cinemas, and amusement parks in the capital were all bustling.In Shire's office, it is still working hours, and everyone has formed the habit of automatically working overtime whenever they see him appear.

"The day before you came back, the police issued a warrant for Erwin Hellman. This time, it is a system-wide plan. According to the requirements, the communication media will broadcast his photos every hour."

Charles took over the file from an assistant: "Presumably the police department has been overwhelmed by people reporting the crime, after all, the bounty is quite high."

"Yes, sir."

"I really hope that criminals are the ones who commit stupidity every time, not our colleagues." Charles shook his head contemptuously.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you," the secretary, "this fugitive is very shrewd. Since he fled, the police have searched the planets within 60 billion kilometers from the capital, but found nothing. As time goes by, what needs to be searched The range has increased exponentially, and now three months have passed, and the number of planets that may be suitable for human life has increased to 4000, and the carpet search has been completely ineffective."

Charles glanced at his team: "Using the time when the police issued the arrest warrant as a boundary, let's take a look at the suspects in the early stage and turn on the screening equipment." Charles drew a circle under a set of documents, "These are The people who may have encountered the fugitives were the guards, security officers, and the commander of the ferry tower at the capital port. If we draw an escape path based on this, we can see that his escape tool is still a conventional spaceship. The fuel of the spaceship is limited, and he can’t escape too far. The witnesses we found later seemed to appear randomly, which brought great obstacles to our tracking. Among these witnesses, this new prison guard was regarded as a point."

He called up a photo of Gus Schlieffen: "He disappeared on the day of the nuclear storm and was found three months later. If a mech can always send a distress signal, this time is a bit too long. Search and rescue personnel found him Finally, a full body scan was done on him.” He zoomed in on his face, “In space, his face should have collided with the console, and his teeth showed signs of fracture and regeneration, but in the closed I can’t find the tooth that fell out in the cockpit, is there a way to throw the tooth out of the cabin? Gray, you are a retired officer, tell me.”

"Impossible, sir, this kind of general-purpose mecha will not be prepared for flight suits. Once the cockpit is lifted into the air, the cockpit cannot be opened, and the waste generated by the pilot will be recycled into the recycling bag behind the cockpit. Clean up after landing." Gray answered briefly.

"Let's take a look at this mecha again. It seems to have been hit by a meteorite and some parts were damaged. If the mecha has these damages, can it land and then take off?"

Several retired officers shook their heads. The engine is a precision device, and it is impossible for a mech with a damaged engine to complete landing and lift-off.

"Wait," Gray raised his hand, "Because of the automatic protection and navigation device, it is almost impossible for the mecha to be hit by meteorites in space. I think... these damages may not come from meteorites... Could it be the intention What to cover up...for example, parts replacement? Now all military parts have numbers, and they cannot be replaced casually..."

"I think that's why his data was passed through the police screening process."

"Sir," the secretary immediately recalled the data from the search and rescue of Gus Schlieffen, "There are three planets in the area where he was found that can support human survival, and one is Rogge, which is 16 billion kilometers away from Oswald. Fortress, one is Kraken, which is 32 billion kilometers away, and the other is ... a planet labeled SWEEPS-98167, which is 8 million kilometers away from Oswald. It has ten satellites in total, and the seventh satellite can For human survival. Do we need to send people to search these three planets?"

Charles Fernand shook his head: "This is three planets, not three department stores. Even if he is here, he can easily escape our search... We have to ask this Mr. Prison Guard to tell us some more effective Information will do."

And this is not the only possible escape route. With the addition of this Gus Schlieffen, the number of escape routes they deduced has increased to eight, and there are nineteen other suspects besides him.

"Grey, you put down your work first, and you will take the express line to Oswald in a while. I hope to get a more detailed investigation report on that mech. The others continue their investigation. Now, I have to go to that mecha An amnesiac." Charles looked at the time.

"Wait," the secretary caught up with him, and stuffed a pink letter into his hand: "The invitation letter from Omega."

Pink is the color he hates the most. He shook the envelope and glanced at it: "Oh, it's another blind date."

"Sir, if you don't want to participate, your tax points will go up again by 30.00%, as a reminder, you are now very poor."

This is the gender bill passed 50 years ago, and it can be regarded as a restriction on omega. If they do not have a spouse and are unwilling to participate in the marriage plan of the omega maintenance association, they have to pay a birth tax of up to 30.00%, and no occupation will exception.Charles Fernand has long been on the blacklist of the Omega Promotion Association. If he does not come to the appointment, this law will be enforced on this senior prosecutor.

"All the single alphas in our department have been passed by you, sir, and no one can play your boyfriend/girlfriend anymore." The secretary recalled for a moment, "The last time the one who played your girlfriend was Gray just now."

Charles snapped his fingers and found that the resources were indeed exhausted: "It's really sad." It's not a good habit to swear when you get angry, and Charles reflected on himself, "Don't say that I have taken my turn. Sounds scary, people think I'm a psycho. Okay, let's put that appointment in my itinerary, now we go to the hospital. The vice president of the federation gave me a good material, I now have to Go tell that Mr. Schlieffen a story."

The "hospital" is a real hospital. There are all the usual departments here. The only difference is that it is an independent building. No patients can see the building. The door to the outside is also closed. There is only a basement for vehicles to park.

The sign on the building reads - Nervous Rehabilitation Center.

The car from the Prosecutor's Office came today, and the reception staff seemed to be accustomed to this, and he took them to a hidden elevator.

"How's your performance these past two days?"

"Very good." The receptionist replied coldly.

"Which room is he in?"

"Turn left."

Charles handed the coat to the secretary: "Wait for me outside."

After turning left, there is a long passage, which leads to a door that needs to enter the key information. Charles did not enter the key, so he rang the call bell.

"it's me."

The door opened, and the area inside was not very big, it looked like an old activity room. In the big room, several people were talking in front of the workbench. The big workbench was facing a closed iron room. The iron room was in front of it. A large glass window, which was wiped clean, was installed.

The room was not white, and the surrounding walls were covered with dull yellow spots.

"Where is the progress?" Charles walked to the console, skillfully pulled a chair and sat down.

"Electric shock, high-pressure water gun, suffocation, just now he convulsed, we let him rest for an hour." A doctor handed over a report, "He may be more difficult to deal with than we thought, he was caught when he was an infantryman However, those people... are okay, his psychological endurance limit may be higher than that of ordinary people."

Charles turned it over: "Yes, it's okay, how is it, what's his reaction?"

"Confused, confused by what happened to me."

This behavior is very consistent with the characteristics of people who have lost their memory.

"Wake him up." Charles sneered and stood up.

The iron room was lit with a white light, perhaps because it had been too long without sleep, the light did not wake up the people in the room.

"Do you need to wake him up?"

Charles signaled no need, he pulled down the blanket covering Schlieffen, and then unbuttoned his suit jacket.There was a small iron frame in the iron room, and he pulled out a rubber tube from it.

This is no ordinary rubber tube, a blow to the back could puncture a man's lungs.

Charles picked up the stick and hit him on the shoulder, under the severe pain, Schlieffen woke up from the pain before he even had time to cry out.

"We meet again, Lieutenant Schlieffen." Sweating will overflow more pheromones, and the small room is filled with the sweet smell of Charles.

"Ah! Ah!" Schlieffen panted heavily, the light blinded him, and he could hardly see where Charles was standing.

"Poor kid." Charles dimmed the lights.

"You guys!" Schlieffen got used to the light, exhausted by all kinds of torture for the past two days, all his anger burst out at this moment, "You have no right to do this! Charles Fernand! You have no right to do this You are breaking the law!"

"My rights may be beyond your imagination." Charles threw down the rubber tube, he leaned over and squeezed Schlieffen's chin, "If you can cooperate with me, you won't have to go to the end today, you are forcing I."

"But I don't know the person you mentioned! You can only get my lies by doing this, what value is it to you?!" Schlieffen shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Oh? I don't think so. I think any interrogation method is inferior to physical torture! Schlieffen, I think you still have a little illusion about me, thinking that those interstellar criminals are worse than me. Now, I have to Tell you personally that you are wrong." Charles Fernand's fingers were slender, and he gently stroked Schlieffen's arm as he spoke, "They cut off your fingers? It's understandable, your fingers are also beautiful, Anyone who sees it will have this desire.”

Schlieffen was firmly tied to the interrogation chair and could not move. He could only watch as Charles picked up the scissors from the tool rack.

"No! No! Ah!!!"

Charles picked up his index finger and cut a section from it with surgical scissors. With a crisp click sound, blood spurted out from the neat wound immediately.

"Ah!!!!!!!" Schlieffen's screams came out through the glass, causing the doctors outside to secretly cover their ears.

"Does this feel familiar? But this group of criminals really lacks imagination, just cut off ten fingers? I am much more interesting than them."

Charles moved the surgical scissors, and cut another segment from his index finger.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Schlieffen yelled heart-piercingly, "I'll answer your question!!! Oh my God!!! Please! Stop!!!!"

"Where did your mecha land?"

"God, I don't know...I don't know, I don't have the impression of landing at all, please, believe me!" Schlieffen's original tough image of alpha has been swept away, and he broke down in tears, "Please believe me, I've been in the mecha the whole time! God, I don't know what to say to convince you..."

This wasn't the answer he wanted, so he didn't choose to stop.

"what!!!!!!"

Charles picked up the knuckles on the ground, put them back on the armrest of the seat and lined them up: "Schlieffen, you have to answer some questions, and you have so many doubts about you, all of which cannot be overwritten with just one sentence. He picked up the sedative and gave him a little injection: "You were not bandaged when you were rescued. Why did the bandages in your emergency backpack show traces of use? You said you floated in space in panic for three months. Why did you Will you still think about cutting your nails when you are physically exhausted? There is no perfect lie in this world... If you keep insisting that you don't remember anything, I can only keep you here for 'treatment'."

Because of the medicine, Gus Schlieffen felt the pain respite, and he drooped his head and sobbed: "I hope you believe me... sir... if I really remember something... why don't I say... why should I suffer like this?" Oh my god...I don't even know the Alvin Herman you mentioned...why would I do this..."

"Isn't it nice to be let off by a ruthless killer?"

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"Not only did he not kill you, but he also took good care of you. You must be very touched by this, right? What's more, he is the first omega you met. You must think he is unique, and you alphas will think so," Xia Er sneered, "You will soon know that this is just a poor physical reaction, and you are going to become a pile of medical garbage for this cheap thing. You haven't been betrayed in emotional matters, have you? From my experience the betrayal comes quickly, poor boy, you're a smart man, I don't feel worth it for you!"

"What is he doing in there?" The doctor who took over heard the suspect screaming as soon as he entered the room.

"He is cutting other people's fingers piece by piece."

The doctor in charge shrugged.

"Don't let him see your expression, you'll make him angry! This is the monitoring report just now, sort it out before he comes out, I don't want to hear him get angry."

About an hour later, Charles Fernand came out of the iron room. He wiped the blood on his sleeve with a towel: "I have one hand left for you, and get things done before I come back."

"Ah... um, okay." The successor doctor hesitated to speak, "Sir, how can you be sure that he doesn't really lose his memory? If I were the fugitive, I would clear his memory, it's not a difficult thing .”

"Are you an idiot?" Charles showed an inconceivable expression, "Why should I make sure if he has amnesia? What I want to make sure is whether he is worth anything to us! If he has false amnesia, I will help him get rid of everything. Come to think of it, if he really loses his memory, then he can live here for a long time, and we won't lose anything because of it." Charles threw the towel into his hands with a very bad attitude.

"Ah... yes! How soon will you be back?" the doctor in charge asked tremblingly.

"Two hours." Charles contacted the secretary waiting outside the door, "Who is the one who is going on a blind date with me today? Oh, okay, book a date closer, um, I'll be there in two hours Come back to work overtime, um, okay."

Dating?Blind date?

Hearing their conversation, the doctor in charge couldn't help but shudder.