The single-sided glass in the interrogation room prevented the interrogators from knowing that their every move was being observed by the outside world. Through the glass, Leon saw one of the parties involved in the prisoner abuse case and now the boss of Thabit Bank, Bell Thabit, nervous.
He was sitting on the left front, rubbing his hands back and forth uncomfortably.
"Like a fly."
Wayne said so.
Zoe said: "Bell Thabeet has always denied that he was involved in the torture of prisoners that year, claiming that all this was James Wensley's personal behavior and had nothing to do with him. But when we informed the person who killed Wilson Swift
After the murderer was probably James, he immediately changed his story."
"Because he understands the formalities. He denied it before to avoid going to jail. Now, he knows clearly that if he continues to deny it and is released by you, he may die in his own home tonight."
Liang sighed: "It's so realistic."
Compared to death, imprisonment is indeed more acceptable. Moreover, in order to make up for the relationship with the grand dukes, James, the "criminal" in the prisoner abuse case, was sentenced to life imprisonment. Now, he can only be imprisoned for a few decades at most.
, and there is no need to be sent to the bottom of the prison.
"So, what did Bell explain?"
"His testimony was recorded by a gramophone, and it's all in this sound spectrum." Zoe handed over a rectangular white hard card, three to four millimeters thick, similar in shape to a certain 70g box of chocolate, with many holes and holes on it.
Groove.
"Where's the gramophone?"
"there."
"Then let's go, Leon, and listen to what President Thabit said."
Leon followed Wein to a room. There was a machine on the desk, about the size of a typewriter. It had both a speaker and a protruding gooseneck microphone. The wires extended from the bottom of the machine and were connected to the socket in the room.
connected.
"What's this?"
"phonograph."
"It's different from the gramophone in my hometown." Leon gestured, "In our world, the gramophone has a very large speaker, plays vinyl records, and has no microphone."
"This is the difference between the two worlds." Wein held up the white card, "Here, the gramophone is used to record or play audio, and it is not a vinyl record, but a magnetic card, as Zoe said
Said, 'sound spectrum'."
"The sound spectrum can record the audio received by the phonograph. The sound spectrum without content is smooth and flat. As the audio is recorded, the phonograph will leave many holes and grooves on it. A blank sound spectrum can be recorded for an hour.
If the sound requires a longer recording time, it needs to be specially customized. In addition, the recording of the sound spectrum is one-time, and the previous content cannot be modified or overwritten."
"As for this gramophone, it is very convenient to operate. Well, the one on the left is for recording, and the one on the right is for playback. Just insert the sound spectrum into the groove in the middle and turn the required knob, and the machine will automatically swallow the sound spectrum for operation.
Run it. Note that the sound spectrum is divided into front and back and up and down. Don’t plug it in backwards, otherwise you won’t hear anything.”
"It's quite advanced." Leon looked at the machine curiously.
"No problem? Let's get started."
Wein inserted the sound spectrum into the groove and turned the knob. With a "click", the sound spectrum automatically rolled in, and a "rustling" noise came from the speaker. A few seconds later, an emotionless human voice sounded:
"Mr. Thabit, you can begin."
"Okay, okay."
The other voice was a little weak, and after a few seconds of silence, Bell Thabeet began his statement.
…
In 1081, in a camp in the Caspars Wilderness.
Although the camp is close to Myrtle Lake, the lake not only does not bring any coolness, but makes the air more humid and hot. Countless mosquitoes are flying around, either flashing in front of people's eyes and making people upset, or crawling on people's exposed skin.
One bite, leaving itchy bumps.
In the lakeside hut, four men sat around a table. Their rough military uniforms became sticky with sweat and clung to their bodies. Every movement made them feel a little more uncomfortable. But they only
I can wipe away the sweat in vain and examine the Puke cards in my hand.
"I heard the war is coming to an end." Bell played the cards he didn't want and re-examined the suits and numbers of the cards in his hand, "Oh, the big shots like to call this a 'dispute'."
"Yeah, the 'dispute' is about to end." Alfred picked up the card that Bell didn't want, and then played another one, which made Bell's heart sink, "Oh, 'dispute', it sounds like three people
The Grand Dukes were fighting on the bed, pulling each other's hair."
"If that's the case, no one else would have to die for them." Wilson touched a card, glanced at it, and threw it into the discard pile in front of him.
James also took a card, put it in his hand, played another one, and said nothing. As the person with the lowest status among the four and an ordinary family background, others were used to James' reticence.
Only when talking about his family, James talks more.
"Oh, nobleman." Bell shook his head, "I said, brother, you are not trying to get a royal flush, are you?"
"No, no, my cards are bad, I'm afraid I ran away as a companion." James smiled awkwardly.
"The aristocrats are a bunch of parasites who have inherited the family business of their ancestors. I can't see how many factories they have opened, how many businesses they have opened, how many taxes have been collected, and they are so arrogant when they interfere in government affairs." Wilson said with disgust in his tone, "Those big aristocrats control
Even if we have extraordinary power and are arrogant, there are so many incompetent little nobles shitting on our heads every day, it’s really fucking disgusting.”
"Who calls someone a noble? You don't have to be talented. Your family has a fiefdom and can collect rent. As for the mess, just let businessmen and bureaucrats like us handle it." Bell echoed Wilson.
Although Alfred is the deputy captain of the team and Bell owns a bank at home, they all know that Wilson, who came from the capital of the United Empire, is the real "big shot" here.
"Our family runs a bank, and we also have a few aristocratic clients. Ha, they are dressed brightly and accompanied by three or four entourages, but when I look at the bank account, oh, there are not many coins left."
Wilson snorted: "It doesn't matter, as long as they show off their daughter's ability, they will surely have a cheap son-in-law who is eager to get a noble name and take the factory that has been run by the family for generations."
Another round went by and still no one showed their cards.
Bell's hand was actually already strong, but he just didn't show it. Others won several games in a row, and Wilson's face was already not good-looking. If he wins again, the "big shot" from King's Landing will probably bear a grudge.
"Speaking of nobles, what is the background of this guy we are looking at?" After touching the new card, a smile suddenly appeared on Wilson's face, and he knocked down the other card that he had long disliked.
"The only son of Baron Groves is not a big shot. His family only has a manor and sells out some agricultural products every year." Bell said, "If his family was really powerful, they would not let their only son go to the front line to do military service."
As soon as these words came out, Bell secretly thought that it was not good. Wilson, even Alfred and himself, weren't they all "come out of their families to do military exploits"?
Fortunately, Wilson's expression didn't change. He probably didn't hear it and just dealt with his cards.
In order to prevent Wilson from "coming back to his senses," Bell quickly changed the topic: "I said that kid has also stopped recently. He tried to escape a lot in the days when he was first caught."
"He has also heard the news that the war is about to end. Anyway, as soon as the Grand Dukes sign the armistice agreement, these prisoners of war will be sent back to their hometown." Wilson frowned, "Tsk, when I think about that kid being imprisoned now
Well, when the war is over, it's really not a problem to be able to return to his manor and become the eldest young master."
"That's right, especially since he works for the Grand Dukes. I heard that the emperor will reduce the number of medals awarded in order to appease Hohenlohe and Ismonton. After all, those who can get medals here are not all those killed by Hohenlohe.
The people of Er and Ismonton."
"It's really annoying." Wilson got a new card and finally got what he wanted. He tossed the card in his hand and said, "Win!"
"Awesome, awesome." Bell was not surprised by this and continued to compliment Wilson. Alfred was probably doing similar things to Bell. Only James didn't look good because he lost money, but he didn't dare to complain.
.
Collecting the cards into a pile, Wilson smacked his lips and said, "There's no point in playing cards all the time. Let's try some new tricks."
"What tricks?"
"Teach that boy a lesson." Wilson snorted coldly, "Otherwise, once the armistice agreement is signed, we will not have this chance."