Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

I woke up in the medical room, my eyes were hazy, a few glaring lights could be vaguely seen, and the smell of disinfectant filled my nasal cavity.

It's a very familiar feeling, which makes people inexplicably drowsy and want to continue to sleep.

"You're clearly awake, and I'll beat you up if you sleep again." There was a grinding sound above his head, a familiar voice.

I slowly raised my eyelids, facing Gabriel's half-smile face, feeling a little dazed.

He's still alive, which is really... great.If Gabriel is still alive, the tourists on the Yesterday should be safe and sound.

Before that evil god restarted the world line, the dark side of the universe was irritated by me. The moment he appeared from the subspace, the strong and strong pollution was enough to kill or drive everyone on the ship crazy, and even affect the seventh place not far away. detachment.

Fortunately, I did not lose the bet, although driving wolf is not a long-term solution.Tigers can eat people, and so can wild wolves, and even the evil god in charge of reincarnation is more dangerous than the dark side of the universe.

I closed my eyes and remembered the words left in my mind when the other party left: I wait for the day you find the truth, but not too long, after all, my patience is limited.

I just wanted to speak, but found that my throat was numb, and I didn't feel any sensation at all, but I didn't feel any pain.

"Your carotid artery was cut in half by Louis Hobson. If it weren't for the emergency medical function of the training uniform, you would have died." Gabriel explained.

The training uniforms of the Imperial Army are very practical. When massive arterial bleeding is detected, it will actively release a large amount of hemostatic gel to buy time for the wounded to be rescued.

I struggled to raise my arms to caress my neck, and the collar of unknown material wrapped around the skin layer by layer.

In fact, with the level of interstellar medical treatment, mere flesh and blood injuries can be repaired within a few hours as long as the person is not dead. Why do I still need to wear a healing collar?

Facing my puzzled gaze, Gabriel lowered his eyes and said softly: "The temporary medical room of the patrol team doesn't have such advanced equipment, let alone...you and I need to be investigated and questioned by the military supervision department."

As expected, I licked my lips, and just as I was about to say something, I saw the metal door of the medical room open automatically, and two heavily armed soldiers walked in from the outside. Long. Gun badge.

This is the symbol of the special surveillance department of the military, symbolizing the courage to question all authority, and praising the indomitable will of human beings in history.

Of course, it also shows the sternness of the supervisors.

My expression froze, showing a bit of nervousness, but it was just pretending.

As a freshman in a military academy, even if he really has a clear conscience, it is impossible for him to be calm when he sees military inspectors.

Gabriel took my arm and patted it reassuringly.

"Don't worry, Sanin, they won't hurt you, and if you tell the whole truth, no one will make things difficult for you."

I pretended to be obedient and nodded, but there was no ups and downs in my heart. This test will be passed sooner or later. Whether it is a strange evil god or Garuda, it is something that the empire cannot know. To be honest, I feel that if I tell the truth, they will say Maybe it will feel like a fantasy.

The monitoring department did not restrain us, but asked Gabriel to hand over all weapons, and then took their special transport ship to an unnamed planet.

We don't need to know the destination, and we don't know the direction of the journey. This planet is likely to be the secret base of the surveillance department.

On the monitoring planet, my injuries were completely treated. After three hours, I took off the medical collar smoothly, but my face was still pale.

Too much blood loss is not so easy to recover.

"I didn't give you an extra blood transfusion. Most medical officers believe that self-generated blood would be better if there is a choice." A man wearing a light gold long/gun sun badge on his chest walked into the interrogation room.

The room is not big, with a simple metal texture. Except for the only door, there are no windows or entrances and exits.There was a table, two chairs in the room, and a ceiling with a yellow halo overhead.

There are no brutal instruments of torture, but it brings a strong sense of oppression.

For interrogators, physical torture is the most boring and low-level method. There is a limit to the pain anyone can bear, and it is easy to kill people.On the contrary, mental oppression is the most efficient way, provided you know how to use it.

For example, this room looks like nothing, but as long as the other party needs it, the ceiling and four walls can instantly brighten like daylight, shaking people unconscious.Or it becomes pitch black, making people lose their five senses, and eventually they can't bear the pressure.

Of course, these means are directed against the enemy, and I am not currently classified as such.

"Relax, Sanin, it's just a routine inquiry. There are traitors in the reconnaissance team of the four of you. One died and one was seriously injured. They must be inspected."

I nodded.

"Gabriel Gibbon asked you to go to the escape cabin on the top floor and wait for the tactical team to pick up after Golmis issued a threat. Why did you go to the boiler room on the bottom floor?"

"Louis Hobson came to me and told me Carla was injured and needed help."

"You trust him like that? Why didn't you inform Gabriel?"

"Both Hobson and Kara are experienced veterans, but I don't understand anything. After the instructor left, I was really confused, so I didn't think about it. I also wanted to inform the instructor, but I don't know why. The correspondence during that time The device cannot be used, and Hobson hastened."

"After coming to the boiler room, what happened again?"

"I saw Sergeant Kara lying on the ground, with his eyes open, without any breathing or reaction. I rushed over to check the situation, and Hobson attacked me from behind. I tried to avoid it, but half of my neck was still cut off and acted The haemostatic gel in the training uniform saved me. He tried to make up the knife, but just in time, Gormise came."

I looked at the interrogator and stroked my neck subconsciously.The wound was genuine, and it was cut open from the back by Mr. Evil God himself. No medical officer would doubt it.

Cutting your own neck and being attacked from behind, the angle of the wound is different.The evil god disappeared without a trace after taking action, and there is no trace of the fifth person at the scene, so the supervision department will believe my testimony even more.

"When I fell to the ground, I was not completely unconscious. I could vaguely hear the conversation between Hobson and Golmies. They talked about General Lorenzo, and the materials needed by the organization. Suddenly, Golmies got angry and said Hobson has come to silence, and Lorenzo will not let him live."

"They seemed to be fighting. By this time, I had lost consciousness intermittently due to excessive bleeding. I don't know how long it took. When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the temporary medical room."

The interrogator tapped lightly on the table with his fingers. Suddenly, he stopped, leaned forward, and asked abruptly, "Sanin is a pseudonym, isn't it?"

The prepared story of life experience comes in handy at this moment.

I nodded without hesitation, lowered my eyes, and concealed the pain in my heart: "Yes, there is no such thing as 'Sanin' in this universe. It should be Lu Heyuan who applied for the Sadinlac Military Academy, and the Lu family's affairs...you should also have From what I heard, Lu Tonghua is a lunatic, when he killed several brothers, he didn't even blink his eyes."

The interrogator asked a few more questions about the Lu family, and I gave corresponding answers based on the information in my mind.

"Generally speaking, I already understand that you are not lying." The interrogator chuckled.

Sure enough, in this unremarkable interrogation room, there are a lot of high-tech equipment hidden in it, real-time monitoring of my blood pressure, heartbeat and facial micro-expressions, and the identification by artificial intelligence to determine whether the other party's words are lies.

However, in the face of the evil god's pollution, I can feel as calm as water, let alone these pediatric things.

"There are two more questions. First, as a first-year military student, why did you take the initiative to apply for an adventure?"

"Because I am the only one who understands the structure of the Yesterday, I am very interested in the classical period and have studied it specifically."

"Don't you think it's a coincidence? You are the only one who knows the structure of the yesterday, and you just happened to encounter such a thing. Do you think there are so many coincidences in this world?"

"I have no idea."

"Second question, when Gabriel arrived on the B floor, he saw Golmis talk to someone on the phone and was called to the boiler room. He heard clearly: You are more interesting than another idiot."

The interrogator smiled, showing no emotion: "In other words, two people contacted him back and forth. If it was Hobson who betrayed your tracks, then Golmis shouldn't be like this when he received the call from the former Reaction."

"Unless, the person who contacted him for the second time is you."

The trump card will always be put at the end. If I can’t answer this question well, I might be lucky enough to enjoy the “enemy treatment” once.

I stared into his eyes and shook my head in confusion and doubt: "I don't know, sir. When Hobson tricked me into the boiler room, he didn't contact anyone. I really don't know who put Gore Mies called it down, but it probably wasn't Hobson."

"Do you think such an answer is acceptable?" The interrogator laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes, but sharp as a blade.

I leaned back a little nervously, opened my mouth helplessly, and said in a somewhat hasty tone, "But, but, I really don't know."

This is my strategy. For problems that don't make sense, don't try to explain them at all. If you talk too much, you will lose.

As long as my own testimony is correct, conforms to the situation at the scene, and can form a logical closed loop, the remaining mystery is the work of the supervisory department.As a supporting player in the whole incident, I shouldn't have known everything.

Who made that phone call to Golmis?Who lured Golmis into the boiler room?

There are too many suspects.

Maybe it's a pirate of a certain force lurking on the White Pearl, maybe a tourist hiding among the victims, or even Gabriel directing and acting himself.

I am innocent until there is no solid evidence.

What's more, if I made that call, it would also be logically unreasonable.Assuming that I am an undercover agent of the Army of the Roses, killing Golmis, betraying Hobson, and handing over the information to the Empire is tantamount to betraying the organization, so why should I do this?

"Sanin, you know very well that the Army of the Roses will not let any betrayer go. Even if you hide in Sardin Lacree, they will find a way to kill you. If you are an undercover agent, explain clearly here, so as to gain the empire Protection is the best choice."

"Leaving here, you will face unavoidable danger to your life."

Thanks, I don't think they will.

The time in the interrogation room seemed to be frozen for 2 minutes. Finally, he sat up straight again and said calmly: "You still need to stay here for a few days, waiting for further investigation, or you will be notified to go back to school."

In the next three days, the military inspectors made another two or three inquiries one after another, and finally announced contact monitoring. After signing a non-disclosure agreement, they sent me back to the academy with a transport ship, and Gabriel was with me.

Looks like he's okay too.

"I should have protected you." On the transport ship, Gabriel, who hadn't seen him for three days, was a little haggard.

I froze for a moment, then shook my head and said with a smile: "You have tried your best to protect us, and the three of them are fine. As for me, from the moment I recommended myself to set foot on the yesterday, it is my own responsibility to save my life, and it has nothing to do with you .”

Gabriel didn't speak, as if he was thinking about something.

"You doubt me, sir." I said calmly, and Gabriel raised his eyes sharply.

"The Inspectorate has reviewed it."

"But you don't believe it."

Gabriel asked back: "Should I believe you? One coincidence is an accident, two coincidences are also possible, and three coincidences are inevitable."

I smiled wryly and raised the corners of my mouth: "The military inspector also thinks the same way. The monitoring of me is over in name, but in fact it has just begun."

"I know that no matter what I say, you won't believe it, even if I swear, I will never harm innocent people, and I will never join forces with evil." I spread my hands with a calm expression, "In that case, sir, I I want to make an appointment with you."

"Ok?"

"Monitor me in your own way, and keep an eye on my every move until you confirm that you can trust me, or decide to arrest me."

I said sincerely: "Even if one day, when you think you must kill me, please don't hesitate."

When I returned to Sadinlac's dormitory, it felt like a lifetime away. I didn't realize it for a while, until Skye Road and Leon rushed over to hug me from left to right.

Clive was behind them, covering his face helplessly, while pulling the two of them, he muttered: "Give Sanin some fresh air, don't cry, Leon, Sanin is fine, let him rest and drink some tea thing."

Leon blinked his watery eyes like Bambi's, and quickly took out a pile of food.I was wrong, he's not Bambi, he might be the squirrel from the Ice Age, who was born to hoard food.

The three of them also signed a confidentiality agreement, so no one talked about the yesterday issue, but told me with great interest: Because of too many missed classes, I will give up my rest days for three consecutive months and participate in special make-up classes.

Me: ...why are you so excited?Don't you want to make up lessons? !

"However, after discussion in the school, it was decided that if we can pass the monthly exam with 'good', we can avoid making up lessons and catch up with the selection of practical projects of the highest academy of sciences. This year, even the lower grades can sign up for it."

Sadinlark is not a pedantic academy that favors making cars behind closed doors. They encourage students to go out and practice, and maintain cooperation with multiple imperial organizations.

The Supreme Academy of Sciences is a popular practical project second only to the military, and is highly praised by seniors and sisters, including but not limited to: assisting experiments, escorting exploration teams, maintaining laboratory safety, etc.

"If you can't accumulate enough credits in five years, the students will be postponed, and those who don't have enough credits in the sixth year will be dismissed."

So it was very difficult for us to see the seniors in school because they were all trying to earn credits.However, there are only a few of the weird ones like our dormitory who participate in practice within a week of enrollment.

"Do you know how many credits we have earned for this practical class on exterminating pirates?" Skye asked mysteriously.

I raised my eyebrows: "How much?"

"Twenty points, everyone," Skye said with emotion, "The credits required for graduation are only two hundred, and we have only collected one-tenth of it since we entered school."

This is a hush money, right?This is definitely a hush money!

"Instead of focusing on the practical activities of the Supreme Academy of Sciences, let's talk about the first monthly exam, when is the exam?"

"Uh, in two days?"

"..."

All right, wash up and sleep.