dome mirror

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The basement floor of the Secret Service headquarters building.

This is the most frightening place of the Secret Service Division of the Seventh District. There are all kinds of cells, torture rooms, and morgues. It is said that once you come, you can't leave.

As soon as the elevator opened, the corridor outside was unusual, cold, gloomy, dimly lit, and the temperature was much lower.

Ren Zhuo first took Gu Feifei to the morgue.

The area inside is very large, with a row of metal cabinets against the wall, and beyond that are several dissecting tables, with all kinds of instruments, tools, and sinks.

There were things on the dissecting table, even though they were covered by white cloth, Gu Feifei still recognized what they were.

In front of the sink next to the dissecting table, a hunched man was bending over to wash things.

Noticing the arrival of the two operators, the man turned off the faucet, turned around and put the metal instruments of various shapes in his hand on a tray, and then grabbed a towel to wipe his hands.

"Old Qi, did you find anything?" Ren Zhuo asked straight to the point.

"No." The man named Lao Qi shook his head, "male, about 25 to 30 years old, ordinary mainlander race, no tattoos, scars or obvious marks on his body, the contents of his stomach are emaciated, it is impossible to judge the last meal before his death what."

Lao Qi was about forty years old, and his pale complexion was very suitable for his work. After wiping his hands, he went to one of the dissecting tables and lifted up the white cloth.

What was lying on the table was indeed a dead body, naked, and even its hair had been shaved.

There are still a few big openings on the torso of the corpse, and it can be seen that the ribs have been cut off. Although it has been barely put back together at this time, the visual effect is still quite horrifying.

Ren Zhuo looked at Gu Feifei, gloating a little, "What, are you afraid?"

Gu Feifei was expressionless: "You think too much."

After leaving the morgue, Ren Zhuo took Gu Feifei to the torture room, which could only be reached through the gate of the morgue.

It is conceivable how much psychological pressure a suspect must endure when he is escorted through this section of the road by the wolf-like Secret Service operatives.

However, ordinary suspects do not need this treatment, and those who enjoy the advanced package are all superhumans.

"We installed a mental separator in our torture room." Ren Zhuo said quite proudly: "That machine is the nemesis of supernatural beings. It is used for torture, and the effect is very obvious."

Gu Feifei: "What effect?"

"Hehe." Operator Ren smiled with ulterior motives, "I heard that the process of being separated from one's mind and will is similar to seeing one's own body being crushed inch by inch. If you are interested, you can try it yourself."

Officer Gu: "Thank you for reminding me."

"Fortunately, the Regional Federation has an agreement that this kind of thing is not allowed to appear on the battlefield, otherwise I don't know how to fight the Transcendent Sequence battle." Ren Zhuo said again.

"Is there such an agreement?" Gu Feifei asked, "Don't you think the agreement is unreasonable?"

"What's unreasonable?"

"Using all means to win is the basic principle of war. Since the mental separator is so easy to use, why can't it be used on the battlefield?"

Ren Zhuo was questioned.

The use of mental separators on the battlefield is not allowed, of course, to allow more extraordinary people to join the battle, thereby consuming the compensatory effect of the mirror world.

However, Gu Feihua couldn't say this information, who knew how it would be confused by the system.

He felt that Operator Ren's brain capacity was limited, and he probably couldn't imagine it to that extent, so he heheed twice and didn't say anything more.

After passing through several heavily guarded gates, the two officers formally entered the torture room, and they were greeted by a tired Qiao Li.

Officer Qiao worked overtime all night to make a surprise interrogation of a criminal captured yesterday.

"I didn't say anything." Officer Qiao shook his head, "I guess I was given some psychological hint before coming here, and the conventional method doesn't work."

"Have you applied for a separator?"

"Just reported to the director, he will bring people from the technical department over later."

The technical department in the Secret Service is generally composed of unfounded transcendents with relatively limited abilities. Although their combat effectiveness is weak, they can sometimes play unexpected roles. Each operational department will apply for support from the technical department if necessary.

The technicians who came this time are superhumans with psychic abilities. The ability is to read consciousness, and it works well with the mental separator.

The prisoners who were originally held in regular cells were transferred to a room equipped with a mental separator. The room was not big, and half of the area was occupied by some strange equipment.

In the center of the room is a stainless steel reclining chair that looks very strong. There are many metal components around the chair, which are obviously used to confine the user.

A cone-shaped probe extends from the ceiling above, and the tip of the cone points directly in the direction of the head of the recliner.

The prisoner was a tall man, and he should have been strong in the first place, but at this moment, he didn't know if he had been injected with some medicine, and he was a little dazed. Although he knew how to struggle, the resistance was weak.

After his hands, feet, waist and neck were bound by metal parts, he couldn't even move.

When the operation operators were in charge of immobilizing the prisoner, the internal staff of the technical department said to Ji Sijie:

"Director Ji, the prisoner's mental will evaluation is two grades higher than mine. At least 30% of my consciousness needs to be separated before my consciousness can be successfully read. According to previous experience, this is very likely to lead to the death of the prisoner."

"Use it." Ji Sijie didn't care, "Be sure to get as many clues as possible."

Everyone except the prisoner left the torture room.

Because the mental separator is too dangerous, even if the separation range is limited, everyone will not stay inside when the machine is started. The console that controls the separator is outside, and there is monitoring to grasp the situation inside in real time.

Qiao Li was in charge of controlling the machine. He discussed with the internal staff to determine the intensity and time.

The torture begins.

It can be seen through the surveillance camera that the prisoner lying inside trembled first, then struggled and twisted, and finally became convulsed and convulsed, as if he was experiencing great pain. At the same time, his mouth kept opening and closing, screaming for something.

Since the monitoring does not have sound, it cannot be heard outside.

After 1 minute, the prisoner's body began to stiffen, and blood flowed from his eyes, nostrils and ears.

Qiao Li turned off the machine, and Ji Sijie and the internal staff entered the torture room. Perhaps because the content of the torture needed to be kept secret, neither Ren Zhuo nor Gu Feifei were called in.

Operator Gu was a little regretful, not because he was interested in the plight of the prisoner, but because he couldn't activate the consciousness reading skills of the internal staff through the monitoring.

Consciousness reading seems to be a very useful ability, but I heard that the ability is easy to be detected and blocked when used on superhumans.

Seeing that Gu Feifei was frowning tightly, Ren Zhuo asked, "Hey, are you scared?"

Gu Feifei was still thinking about something, and subconsciously answered, "What?"

"Without the baptism of the border battlefield, the psychological endurance is too weak." Operator Ren shook his head.

Gu Feifei then withdrew his attention, and asked following Ren Zhuo's topic: "Are all the operations officers in the department transferred from the border battlefield?"

"For the most part, the director will go to various places every year to inspect, and he will bring back the ones he likes. There are also those who have applied for it or recommended by the legion." Ren Zhuo said: "We ceased fire with the eighth district five years ago, and there are many people in 708 Redistribution, Qiao Li and Deng Ting came in at that time."

Gu Feifei: "Then what about you, which war zone are you from?"

Ren Zhuo paused: "I'm different from you."

Gu Feifei didn't understand. If this person was also transferred from the Frontier Corps to the Secret Service Division, all he had to do was answer the number of the Corps he originally belonged to. What does Gu Feifei mean by this?

But he just asked casually, and if Ren Zhuo didn't say anything, he threw it aside.

Gu Feihua didn't pay much attention to the rest of the matter, he had no interest in exploring the conspiracies and tricks in the mirror world, and of course no one expected him, a rookie, to do anything.

When he was about to get off work in the afternoon, Ren Zhuo threw over a note. Gu Feifei opened it and found that it was En Shiqi's battle sequence.

Like the original book, the hero is assigned to the 703 war zone.

Coincidentally, the sub-personality has been clamoring to write letters to the male lead these days.

Ten days later, in the 703 war zone in the southwest of Zenith City, when a combat team dragged their weary pace back to the camp, someone shouted to one of the tall and thin teenagers: "En Shiqi, I have your letter!"

The boy froze in place, and it took two seconds before he strode towards the information officer in the base, and took a white envelope with his hand.

The words on the envelope were quite beautiful, and En Shiqi recognized who those characters belonged to at a glance.

【Seventeen, you broke your promise. 】

[You said you would write me a letter, but I waited and waited but couldn’t wait. Is it so difficult to write the address of the headquarters building of the Secret Service in Summit City? 】

【I think you should still be angry with me. 】

[Hey, of course you can be angry, I know it is difficult for you to have no complaints in your heart. 】

[So I can only write to you. In order to find out your battle order, I deliberately pulled my face and asked Ren Zhuo. 】

【That's right, Ren Zhuo is the domineering, arrogant bad guy who even shot me with a gun. 】

[But don't worry, I didn't suffer a lot. 】

【Once I get your contact information, I will write to you as soon as possible. It is still working time. 】

[By the way, I wrote so much nonsense and didn't say hello to you, but I'm sure you'll be fine, or you can think that I have mastered some kind of big prophecy. 】

[Yes, I am very sure that this experience of Rong Jisi is an important part of your growth process. One day, you will become the most powerful transcendent in the entire sky mirror. 】

[I can't say more about the specifics. If I say too much, I will be struck by lightning. Really, I won't lie to you. 】

[PS: I will write to you every week in the future. 】

[PPS: It doesn't matter if you don't reply. 】

【——Your extraordinary brother will always be your extraordinary brother】

This unexpected letter was only one page, with a total of more than 300 words, but the boy read it for a long time, until someone shouted at him from a distance.

"En Shiqi, what are you doing? Come here!"

The boy didn't answer, he carefully folded the letter and put it back into the envelope, then opened the zipper of the combat uniform, and slowly stuffed the envelope into the inner pocket.

Not long, he thought.

Because, he found a more convenient way.

【Writer's words】

[Gu Lulu: Remind those who buy stocks, there is no heroine in this article, so stop guessing! PS. This article will not be gay, my son went straight to the sky! 】

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