Back in Payin City, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. Heshia just wanted to have a good sleep. She lay on the bed almost as soon as she took a shower.
Soon the sound of quiet breathing could be heard in the room.
Unlike the quiet residential areas at night, the world at this moment is undergoing tremendous changes.
The dazzling headlights illuminated the once dim and chaotic cave environment. Under the supervision of federal soldiers, each underground person was put on a restraint bracelet and then taken to a temporary detention center, where they would be examined one by one.
Interrogate, and then go to different places for transformation according to the prosecutor's judgment.
Those with shallower nature and younger age may be able to be released in a few years, while those with bad attitudes and rebellious personalities may be imprisoned for a lifetime. But even so, compared with those lives that directly die underground and no one knows about them, they
Still much luckier.
Although they have lost their freedom, their future lives will be much longer than in the underground world where the average life expectancy was only 25 years old in the past.
"Name?" behind a solid transparent metal partition, a prosecutor temporarily transferred from another city asked.
"Bru." The fat man sitting on the chair like a hill lowered his head and replied.
"What did you do for a living underground?"
"I help sell spoiled fruit to people in the underground world." What he said is true. He was actually responsible for such matters in a gang before.
"Oh, where did your fruit come from?" The prosecutor will not believe it with just one sentence. The extraordinary job agencies they specialize in also have certain lie detection capabilities. Not everyone can hide from these professionals.
"It comes from the supermarkets of lower-class residents. They dump the spoiled fruit into the garbage bin, and we collect it in advance."
"How did you get rid of the things in the garbage dump? There should be surveillance and guards there."
"Indeed, there is, but we have greeted the guard and given him a share of the profits, so we will not be stopped."
Upon hearing this, the prosecutor tapped his fingertips on the table, paused for 2 seconds, and then continued to speak.
"Tell me the specific location of the garbage station and the name of the person who contacted you."
"I can say that, but I hope you don't blame him. In fact, his life is not easy. After all, the salary at the garbage station is very low."
"Don't say unnecessary words." The examiner's expression remained unchanged.
"It's the garbage disposal station at No. 12 Pailu Street on the 67th underground floor, area R351. I usually contact employee No. G183 there, whose name is Klum and whose age is 71 years old."
Hearing that it was an old man, the prosecutor inside frowned slightly, but said nothing. He entered the information into the computer terminal in front of him, and then picked up the communicator next to him.
"...Yes, it is in area R351. I need to trouble you to go there."
After putting down the communicator, he continued the interrogation, asking where Blue spent his childhood and how he grew up.
Compared with the previous information, this part is Blue's weakness. After all, he is not a real federal resident, and the identity file was forged at a later stage.
"I spent my childhood in the F23 residential area on the 69th floor underground..." He tried hard to recall the information in the previous file. Fortunately, these contents were filled in by Qiao Long based on his own experience. He happened to know a lot of Qiao Long's past.
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"Did you never have many friends or acquaintances when you were a child?"
"This..." Blue hesitated. After all, he was not very smart and could not come up with a perfect answer in a short time. If he made it up randomly, the prosecutor in front of him might see through it at a glance, causing all his efforts to be wasted.
"Many of my childhood friends have been forgotten. I didn't do well and didn't want to contact them."
Blue tried his best to keep his emotions stable and spoke slowly. This was what Qiao Long told him before leaving. When asked by the federal prosecutor, he should try to be as truthful as possible. Even if he lies, he should say that it is similar to his original experience.
Or someone who can empathize and resonate, so that they will not be easily seen through by the prosecutor.
"It's impossible not to have anyone, even if you don't contact anyone, then let's talk about someone who used to play very well when he was a child. Otherwise, your words cannot be trusted." The prosecutor's fingertips slowly tapped on the table, bringing it to Bu.
Lu was under great psychological pressure.
"Don't hesitate anymore, just say your name." Seeing that Blue paused for several seconds, the prosecutor sneered and continued to press.
"I said, there is a friend named Holm. We were friends when we were young, but we broke up recently because of a quarrel." Really unable to think of a candidate, Blue could only name Qiao Long's childhood friend, the one who lost money due to gambling.
A man of light.
"Oh, tell me the specific house number where he lives."
"Yes..." Blue reported Holm's house number.
After confirming, the review officer directly picked up the communicator and started dialing. Currently, the telephone numbers of federal residents' houses are bound to their addresses. Knowing the house number is equivalent to knowing the phone number.
After beeping for more than ten seconds, the call was connected, and a groggy male voice sounded on the other side of the phone.
"Hello, this is the review office of the 7th District of Jade Skirt North under the federal government. For official purposes, I have some questions that I need to confirm with you."
"Inspection Hall?" A surprised and panicked voice came from the communicator.
"Yes, can we start asking now?"
"Ah, uh... okay, you can ask." The Office of Inspection has a lot of power in the federation, so it is not a good thing to refuse rashly.
"Is there a being named Blue among your childhood friends? He said he has been friends with you since childhood."
"Bru? Who is that? I don't know..." the voice over there muttered.
The fat man outside the glass partition was very nervous. He had to explain, "I don't have a good relationship with him. He said that on purpose because he used all the money he lent him to gamble, and then Home's mother
He died early because of this incident, so I had a quarrel with him."
"Oh..." The prosecutor looked at him noncommittally, and then continued to ask.
"He said he lent you a sum of money before. He originally wanted you to treat your mother's illness, but you ended up using it for gambling."
"Bullshit! Who said that...well, who else could it be besides him..." The man's voice was full of irritation.
"Uh, I get it. I have this friend, so don't call me. Our relationship isn't that good. Don't contact me again even if he dies outside." After that, the other person hung up the phone.
Looking at Dudu's disconnected phone call, the prosecutor showed a slightly surprised look on his face. He glanced at Blue and was silent for a few seconds.
At this time, the personnel who had previously investigated the garbage station also returned information to him.
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"Yes, that garbage station is indeed taken care of by an old man. He has been doing this for almost 40 years. He said that he has sold countless garbage to others, named Blue, Link, Yoda and so on. I don't know.
Which one do we mean specifically?"
"Although what he did was illegal, after all, it was a violation within the scope of his duties. The consequence would be a fine at most. And since he is old and jailed, he is probably enjoying the benefits. We have no good way to interrogate him severely."
After the call ended, the prosecutor hung up the communicator, knocked on the table again, and paused for a few seconds.
"You're lucky."
"Although I still have doubts, these are extraordinary times after all. There are thousands of people queuing outside. It is impossible to continue to waste resources for a little person like you."
"You pass. After one month of detention and probation, you will be released on probation and gain temporary freedom. However, if you commit any violation of federal law within five years, you will be taken back to prison and severely punished.
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He ticked the boxes one by one on the projection form in front of him, then dropped the pen.
"Treasure this hard-won freedom."
Although the fat man in front of him was lying, the prosecutor could also see that he was not a vicious person, and at least he had the possibility of reforming.
After hearing these words, Blue slumped on the table and chair as if he had escaped from exhaustion, and it took him a long time to remember anything.
"Thank you for your kindness and tolerance." He lowered his head suddenly, then up and down several times.
The examiner inside ignored this, but looked through the information of the next person to be examined, waved his hand, and asked him to make room and leave.