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No matter how cunning the fox is, it can't escape the hunter's trap. Zhao Zhenxue now feels that Zhou Feng is the cunning fox. Although he almost let the other party get away with it, in the end, the fox still reveals his flaws.

As a policeman, what he fears most is not how fierce and domineering the person he suspects, but that everything else is normal. When he first started monitoring, Zhao Zhenxue felt this way. The other party was reading books, surfing the Internet, and did nothing. If the other party continued like this, it would undoubtedly make Zhao Zhenxue and the others very passive.

However, the details of drinking water made Zhao Zhenxue believe that the other party must have something shameful. Although I don’t know why, this is a very obvious abnormality, which must contain information related to the case.

What would it be? Zhao Zhenxue had a rich association. He even thought about whether the other party had hidden drugs or something in his stomach, so he went to the toilet frequently and didn't want to drink water...

"Not right" How long has he been using the toilet? Lao Liang reminded vigilantly.

Zhao Zhenxue immediately shuddered and looked at her phone, "15 minutes".

"2 groups report the situation, 2 groups report the situation." Zhao Zhenxue shouted to the walkie-talkie.

"Everything is normal, everything is normal."

Zhao Zhenxue breathed a little relieved.

"Maybe it's a big shot?" Zhao Zhenxue asked Lao Liang in an inquiring tone.

"Maybe, wait for another 10 minutes and we will go in if we don't come out." Lao Liang looked a little serious.

Zhao Zhenxue also lost her appetite for eating. She took a few bites and packed the lunch box aside.

Return to Ivan's perspective.

When it was getting late, Ivan felt a little hungry. When he was taking food from the storage space, he seemed to remember that he had caught a sneaky guy in the afternoon. At that time, he threw him into his food warehouse. It would be better to take the meal and interrogate him in the space if he wasn't dead yet.

As a storage plane in the item warehouse, it is actually not suitable for the survival of creatures, because there is no time attribute. If the creatures placed in it are stored for too long, their souls will dissipate. However, Wang Biao's will is pretty good. When Ivan brought him to the plane where he was sleeping, he still maintained a clear consciousness.

Wang Biao only remembered that after he followed the target to a bookstore, on the way back, in order to hurry, he passed by an unmanned alley, and then he became aware of nothing. When he woke up, he saw the strange scene in front of him.

A young man in his twenties floated in front of him. He looked at himself and floated in the void like a balloon. He instinctively tried to stand up, but could not, or had done it - to some extent, as long as he straightened his legs, he was standing.

Wang Biao could not feel the gravity, which reminded him of space. He panickedly looked at the endless white void around him - nothing. Under normal circumstances, there should be earth, stars or something around him.

The young man spoke to him: "Who are you?"

The young man's mouth didn't move, but Wang Biao heard these three words clearly and immediately had the urge to answer.

"Wang..." Wang Biao had just puffed up and was about to say the word "Wang", but stopped reflexibly again.

The youth's question reminded Wang Biao, reminding him of the anti-torture training he had received. He quickly controlled his breathing and calmed himself down. At the same time, he quickly analyzed in his mind: he was probably in a room, and what he saw was probably an illusion caused by some drug.

Wang Biao has heard of similar drugs that can keep people conscious but cannot be vigilant. Wang Biao is already a little sure that he is now under the control of similar drugs.

I have to say that although he has been discharged from the army for many years, Wang Biao's performance is still worthy of being a very outstanding special forces soldier. Although he has no ability to resist, he still maintains absolute rationality and infers the most likely situation in the shortest time.

Wang Biao, who thought clearly, raised his head and observed the young man carefully with his eyes. He quickly recognized the other party: "I followed my target boyfriend."

For a moment, Wang Biao's brain was associated with many possibilities, who might be the other party, the latest gang? Or is it a certain enemy of Mr. Zheng? What did you want to seize him?

However, Ivan ignored Wang Biao who was thinking. He snapped his fingers. Wang Biao looked at the void with amazement, including bread, jerky, and water.

"Oh, are you hungry?" Ivan asked politely.

Wang Biao shook his head, and Yifan's words reminded him that judging from the degree of hunger in his stomach, it had just passed. Thinking of time, Wang Biao looked at the watch in his hand and it was still there, and the time was pointing to 2:08. Wang Biao remembered that it was already past two o'clock when he walked back. Of course, Wang Biao didn't know that he didn't count the time in the storage space. Now, about four hours have passed.

Bread jerky with water and turn into a ball, and then the ball starts to become smaller until it disappears.

Wang Biao looked at this scene that went against his common sense in life without blinking, and was extremely shocked. If this was really an illusion, it felt too real. When the mixture ball disappeared, Wang Biao noticed that the other party burped and subconsciously wiped his mouth. This was a habit of eating - although Ivan did not eat with his mouth.

Wang Biao pinched himself a few times, which hurt very much, but what he saw with his eyes basically did not change much.

"Are you a soldier?" Ivan used a small prophecy to roughly understand some information about the other party. The other party was very alert to him. It would be a little troublesome to read the memory. If the other party was willing to cooperate with him, there was no need to be troublesome.

Wang Biao nodded and shook his head again.

Yifan nodded and continued to ask: "What is your purpose of following Hua Tingting?"

Wang Biao did not answer, but threatened: "Friend, I don't care which path you are on. You'd better let me go now. I can pretend that nothing has happened. Don't do it and cause unnecessary trouble for yourself."

Ivan smiled faintly: "Oh, tell me what kind of trouble is it."

Wang Biao understood his attitude, turned his head and said no more.

After waiting for a few seconds, Ivan, who had no response, snapped his fingers impatiently. Wang Biao was surprised to find that he had lost control of his body.

Ivan quickly drew a magic circle on Wang Biao's head: "Memories". He ordered.

Five minutes later, Wang Biao woke up. He had lost his arrogance just now, his eyes were dissipated, and he looked at the void in confusion.

He couldn't describe his feelings just now. He obviously didn't want to think about those contents, but he seemed to be completely uncontrollable by his consciousness. He joined the army, trained special forces, retired from the army, and his father was sick at home, and met Brother Tian...

When he woke up, he saw Yifan looking at him with a playful smile and gently pronounced Zheng Qing and Li Litian's name. He already understood that he must have tricked them all. Although he didn't know what methods the other party used, it was no longer important.

All the things that should be said, what should not be said, what can be said, what cannot be said, what can be said, what cannot be said.

Thinking of this, his heart was ashamed.

It turned out that he was not as firm as he imagined. Wang Biao once imagined how long he could last in the face of the enemy's interrogation. He once thought that he could hold on for a long time, at least not less than two days. Even in the face of the cruelest way to force confessions, he had consciously trained himself many times to make him faint when he was confused, or continue to persevere and remain rational.

But he never thought that in 5 minutes, it took less than 5 minutes, the other party didn't even touch his finger. He said everything, more active than a mother traitor, faster than a bitch taking off his pants, Wang Biao scolded himself in his heart.

He didn't understand what happened just now, but the only fact reminded himself that he was a cartilage. Maybe he was not before, but now, I'm just a cartilage.

When a person finds out that the thing he is most proud of is actually a pile of garbage, and few of them don’t collapse. Wang Biao is now, and now his mind is full of voices echoing:

My parents told him that people should be grateful.

The teacher told him that when he grows up, he will be reimbursed for his motherland.

The instructor told him that they will be the nails of the country in the future, and even if they are discounted by hammers, they will be rotten in the heart of the enemy.

Brother Tian told him that I just like you, and I am reliable...

Reliable, can I still use these two words?

Ivan has faced many civilians similar to Wang Biao, including traditional knights, fanatical believers, dead men full of hatred, and saints who save the world and save people. They all believe that their souls can control their consciousness, just as their consciousness can control their bodies. They believe that their souls are the hardest being in the world, like an unbreakable shield. Perhaps the soul cannot destroy something, but at least, it should be able to protect something.

But as a mage, Ivan would tell them, civilians, don't be too confident in the face of magic.

What is magic? Ivan’s mentor once said, magic is to turn the impossible into a tool that can be possible.

"You want to die now?" Yifan glanced at Wang Biao who was curled up in a ball. He knew that the other party was afraid. Yifan had experienced this feeling. When his mentor demonstrated the forced reading of memory, he used the experimental subject he made. That feeling was like he became another person, watching a stranger rummaging through boxes and cabinets in his most precious memory. Not only could he not resist, he actively helped the other party...

This feeling is definitely not good.

Wang Biao seemed to have become ten years older in an instant, his lips moved a few times, and nodded gently.

"Oh, this saves me trouble, but I have always distinguished things clearly. Do you want to choose a way to die or let me choose for you?"

Wang Biao glanced at him, feeling a little confused.

"As a mage, I have my principles, and within the scope I can do, I will respect your will to the greatest extent," Ivan explained.

Wang Biao did not spend energy to understand the other party's nonsense. People were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones. What's more, Wang Biao had no motivation to continue to live now.

What respects one's will? Wang Biao doesn't believe such nonsense at all. He first destroyed something from someone else, gave it a bunch of rags to the other party, and called respect. It's such a big joke.

"Give me some fun."

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