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Tazito was right. He was locked in a soundproof conference room.Carl was next door to him, watching him through an infrared camera.The terminal at hand projects a map of Tazito's brain activity in the air.At this time, the data fluctuated greatly, showing that Tazito was in anger.

Tazito's headphones lie in the trash can at Carl's feet.At the beginning, Mr. 11 was still on the call. When Carl took the headset away, Mr. 11 cut off the connection, and Carl lost it.

At this moment, Carl glanced at the time and the indoor temperature of Tazito's room.Tazito had been inside for more than two hours. The temperature in the room was adjusted scientifically and strictly followed the physiological settings of the human body. It was just unbearable, but not fatal in a short period of time.This is a newly popular psychological torture method on Magic Eye Star, which aims to drive people into a desperate situation and obtain compromise.

Carl decided Tazito had been abandoned long enough and turned off the recording.

In a dark conference room.

The gentle female voice stopped abruptly.Tazito was shaking from the cold and mood swings.He is like a wounded snow wolf, staring ahead vigilantly, ready to fight the enemies that come out at any time.That's where the camera is.

"Charles." Carl's voice came from the loudspeaker on the roof, and Tazito's body trembled.

"Don't be nervous." Carl said politely, "I'm here today to cooperate with you, not against you. Let's chat like friends. Don't worry, no one will hear our conversation. 11 Mister has cut contact with you. I thought he would at least care about what I would do to you, but it seems he is more worried that I will use the headset to track his location."

Behind Karl, the two soldiers stood against the wall boredly, with expressions on their faces.

Carl: "You have heard the audio just now. It can be seen from your emotions that you have realized that the audio is not fake. The audio was recorded by the monitors installed in your house at the time."

Carl stared at Tazito on the screen and paused for a second: "You have a very gentle mother. I feel sorry for what happened to her."

When Carl mentioned her "encounter," Tazito's brainwaves spiked into the dangerous red zone and quivered.That meant his emotions had suddenly exploded, exploding off the wall like a snowball.In the picture, however, he remains motionless, like a dried sculpture.

Carl nodded slightly, his glasses reflected cold light: "She was raped and killed by those people in front of you. You were 12 years old at that time."

Tazito's body moved slightly as if hit by a pebble.He still doesn't respond.The two soldiers behind Karl murmured in a low voice: "This guy can really bear it."

Carl quickly turned off the microphone and said, "Please be quiet, or leave."

A soldier said: "You can tell him this way, why waste these few hours."

Carl asked back: "Do you think he will easily cooperate with us?"

The soldier shrugged.They heard that Carl had brought the surveyor this time.That thing is a bit sophisticated, it can visualize people's memories or something, but it seems to require 100% cooperation from that person.

Carl turned on the microphone again.

"Charles, do you remember who I am?" he asked.He looked at the face on the surveillance screen.Tazito's eyes were burning with anger.However, if you observe carefully, in those moist eyes, you can see another strong emotion that he tried to hide, called pain.

Carl: "After they murdered your mother, they sent you to me and paid me to operate on you. You should be thankful that you looked like an angel when you were a child, or they would have killed you, Not to bring you to me. You thought you escaped by yourself, but I let you go. Not out of compassion, but it is the truth."

"I remember you." Tazito said in a cold voice.

Carl: "You're wondering why I haven't aged. Because I've had surgery, too," chuckled, "Of course it's a different surgery than yours. Part of my body was replaced by a machine, and I like that, it makes me feel Got a new life. I will be happy to share this topic with you when I have a chance in the future. To tell you the truth, I read your experience. You have experienced this kind of thing, but you can grow into such a person. I am amazed at the human desire to survive How great. I never imagined that the little boy who said he would give me all the jelly candies and begged me to save his mother would become such an outstanding character."

"What do you want?" Tazito interrupted him impatiently.He was already under control, but the trembling was still unavoidable in his breathing.

Carl said, "It's an easy job. Tell me, have you seen Mr. Eleven's White Legion?"

Tazito paused for a second, and smiled contemptuously: "What are you doing, you've locked me up for so long, and you're asking me this. I haven't seen it before, so I don't know what you're talking about."

Carl was not surprised by the answer.He raised his eyebrows: "Let's not fight emotions, Charles. That's why I don't want to offer what I want right away. You are not willing to cooperate with me. I don't want to threaten you with anything, because I need you Cooperate with me completely voluntarily, so that we can successfully extract your memory images. I hope you understand this, there is no torture and persecution, but you will cooperate with me, because I have what you want in my hand."

Tazito had lost all feeling in his arm.He moved his body vigorously, trying to regain some feeling.

Carl: "You're still waiting for Mr. 11. You let him go so he can come back and save you. At the time, at that second, it was the smartest decision. But Charles, guess you're here How long has it been?" The isolation room was quiet for a few seconds, and Carl's mocking voice sounded again: "Five and a half hours. You have been here for five and a half hours. Mr. 11 has the White Legion in his hands. If he wants to Save you, does he need to wait for five and a half hours?"

Tazito was keenly aware that the other party was trying to induce him.He has lost his sense of time, maybe he really stayed here for five and a half hours, but the other party is trying to convince him of Mr. 11's betrayal.

Carl: "You will feel like I'm trying to convince you. Yes, I am. But I will use evidence to make you drop the Mr. 11 line. Mr. 11 will not come here to save you because he knows what we want .We, the great lord, what he wants is Mr. 11's White Legion. Mr. 11 knows that if he comes with the White Legion, we have a net here, and we will not give up without leaving one. If there is a For a white battle robot, even if a piece of it falls into our hands, things will not be good for him. Do you think Mr. 11 will take this risk for you?"

The White Legion... those white battle robots around Mr. Eleven.

Tazito suddenly understood what was at stake.

That's how it turned out to be like this... The real goal of "that lord" is a robot with incredible fighting power like the White Legion.This really makes sense, with such a legion fighting, no amount of weapons can match it.

Carl: "I don't want much from you. You have seen the White Legion, right. I just need you to help us recreate this part of the memory. And you will get it," he nodded slightly, looking at Tazito carefully "It's your father. He's still alive."

In the picture, the man visibly stiffened, as if hit by an electric current.From the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, he ran through his flesh and blood, burning his ability to think for a moment.

Through the cold lens, Karl saw Tazito's reaction at that moment.It was shock, undisguised and artificial.He really didn't know that his father was still alive.