More than ten seconds after Bell Thabit's statement ended, the gramophone stopped playing with a "click" and the sound spectrum popped out of the groove.
Liang didn't know what to say for a while, and finally he could only sigh:
"Scumbag..."
"This evaluation is very pertinent." Wein pulled out the sound sheet and put it aside. "It is not difficult to understand why James has a strong hatred for Wilson Swift and still launched revenge 17 years later."
"If it were anyone else, he would be forced to participate in torture, kill a person with his own hands, and then take all the blame under coercion. He would stay in a dark prison for several years, and finally find out that the other party offered to take the blame.
It's just a blank check..." Liang said, "If it were me, I would risk everything for revenge."
"By the way, where is James' family?"
Wayne took out the communication terminal and logged into the Suppression Bureau database: "After James was imprisoned, all his parents' property was confiscated due to non-payment of debts, and they were forced to move to the slums. A few months later, they were infected with Aphansia.
, was 'cleaned'. And his wife and daughter disappeared three years after James was imprisoned, and their whereabouts are still unknown."
"It won't be given to Bell and his gang..."
"This possibility cannot be ruled out. Moreover, the death of James' parents and the disappearance of his wife and daughter all occurred before James escaped from prison. Someone probably told him about this situation, and then James chose to escape from prison, and mastered magic through some means, and carried out
revenge."
This brings the question back to that point: how did James Wensley master magic.
Magic is not a cabbage, nor can it be mastered through hard work. It requires extremely high personal talent and sufficient training materials. These are not things that James, a fugitive, can handle.
So, what role does the man suspected of helping him, Ian Motieri, play in all this?
"Perhaps Ian's mentor during college, Carlson Mensis, can answer this for us." Wein took out his gray silver pocket watch, "His questioning is about to begin, and we can go and listen."
Back near the interrogation room, the interrogator in the room had been changed from Bell Thabeet to Carlson Mensis, a professor at Casper University School of Medicine who had met once. Unlike Bell's nervousness, Carl
Sen's demeanor was dignified, with his hands folded on the table, as if the Commissioner of the Solemnity Bureau opposite him was his student, and Carlson was preparing to listen to the student's defense at this moment.
The specialist adjusted the position of the gramophone, inserted the sound spectrum, cleared his throat, and turned the recording knob.
"Professor Mansis, we invite you here this time because we want to know more about your student, Ian Motierre."
Faced with such a highly respected professor, the Commissioner of the Suppression Bureau used words rather euphemistically, without being overbearing or creating a sense of oppression.
"Ian Motieri, of course, I remember this name. He is a very outstanding young man who teaches in the medical school through his own efforts. It is difficult for me to forget such an outstanding student who does not need me to worry too much." Carl
Sen's tone was calm.
The commissioner nodded: "Then you must remember that Mr. Motierre left without saying goodbye 12 years ago and has been missing ever since."
"Yes, I believed at that time that with Motile's qualifications, even though he was only a trainee lecturer, it would not be difficult to be selected as an associate professor before the age of 30. When I heard about his resignation, I felt very... regretful."
"How is your relationship with Ian Motierre?"
"Mediocre. As I said, Motile is very talented. Although I wanted to teach him, Ian Motile did not give me this opportunity. Although I am his mentor, my relationship with him
No better than his other teachers."
"So, do you know what Ian Motieri did after he resigned from Casper University School of Medicine?"
Carlson straightened his back, still maintaining a decent smile on his face: "Isn't it a bit embarrassing to throw things to me that even the official situation is unclear about?"
"Please answer directly."
"Okay." Carlson sighed, "I'm sorry, I don't know the whereabouts of my former student and colleague, Ian Motieri, but as to why he suddenly resigned and disappeared, I think I can
Provide some clues."
"Speaking."
"Can I light a cigarette? I'm getting older and I need some stimulation to help me remember."
The commissioner raised his hand, and soon, an unopened pack of cigarettes came from outside the interrogation room. The commissioner opened the package, took out one, looked at it, handed it to Carlson, and used a lighter to light it for him.
Carlson took a deep breath from his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke:
"The matter started 12 years ago...yes, one month before he resigned."
"One night, in order to track the experimental data, I stayed in the medical school laboratory for a long time until midnight. After the experiment, I returned to the office to pick up my things, only to find that the door of the office was open, and Ian Motieri was alone.
People are inside, rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for something.”
"I was worried that he had evil intentions, so I didn't dare to speak out directly. Instead, I hid and watched, but I saw Ian using the spare key to open my cabinet and take away a copy of my secret research materials."
"Research data?" The Commissioner of the Suzheng Bureau frowned, "Can you tell me what type of research it is?"
"Of course, I said, I will cooperate." Carlson nodded, "That research material is not from me, but an experimental report that I bought at a high price from others, titled "Preliminary Study of the Magic Energy Autonomous Circuit"
"Inquiry".
Whether it was the commissioner opposite Carlson or the group of people outside the single-pane glass, they all looked confused. What is a "psionic self-discipline circuit"?
Only one person suddenly clapped his hands: "That's it."
"What the hell?" Leang looked at Wein, "What do you know?"
"Psychic self-discipline circuit."
"Do you know what this is?"
Wein snapped his fingers: "Of course, although I am not a wizard, I still know a thing or two about this famous and unconstrained design blueprint."
Inside and outside the interrogation room, Wein and Carlson used different words to explain to everyone what the "psionic self-discipline circuit" was.
"About 50 years ago, when electromagnetic science was just emerging, a high-level wizard living in the West, after constructing a wonderful electromagnetic spell model, came up with an interesting idea - if electricity was used instead of mental power,
By using electrical signals instead of spells, can we create a magical device that can replace the caster and cast spells independently?"
"The quality of electricity is not as good as mental power, but it has a battery life advantage that most low-level spellcasters cannot match; the electrical signal is faster than most chants. If this device can really work, magic will be more effective for ordinary people."
It will no longer be an object that is difficult to reach for people. When the time comes, as long as this device can be installed, you can cast spells."
Everyone was silent. This kind of device was unheard of. It can be said that once this kind of device appears, magic will become mundane tools such as guns and cannons that can be used at will to ordinary people.
Wizards running around the streets? Come on, this isn't Hogwarts.
"However, it is a pity that everyone here knows that magic requires the soul to resonate with the virtual world, and the magical device has no soul, so how can it successfully cast spells? The first generation product model was born in the team led by the high-level wizard
, but it was undoubtedly a failure.”
"The high-level wizard is not stupid. He naturally figured out the problem during his research. Therefore, he made some improvements to the device - since it lacks a soul, why not give it a soul?"
"So, the second-generation autonomous circuit is no longer a separate magical device. The circuit is implanted into the human body, connected to the human soul, using the soul as a signal transmitting station, and using it as a carrier to forcibly resonate with the virtual world, and then
Casting spells, this generation of works is named 'Psychic Autonomous Circuit'. Although it has changed from 'people using tools' to 'people using tools', there is no doubt that this design has achieved great success."
"You only need to set the designed electrical signal into the self-discipline circuit. The caster does not need to chant or consume mental energy. As long as he presses the corresponding button, the spell will be formed instantly. There is no need to worry about overclocking of the chant, or the exhaustion of mental energy.
.Even a child has the ability to kill easily."
"However, there are still two problems that have not been solved in this research. One is the overload problem. Since the device is mounted on the human body, when it is running, electric current will pass through the human body, causing great pain, just like being interrogated by the electric chair. I'm afraid
If the self-discipline circuit does not 'self-discipline' for too long, the user will become a piece of barbecue."
"The second is the problem of erosion. A major dilemma faced by wizards is the erosion of their own souls by the virtual world. The mental power they expend when casting spells is not only the consumption of spells, but also the erosion of their own spirits and souls by the virtual world.
The part of the caster is separated and thrown back to the virtual world. The psychic self-discipline circuit only consumes electricity to complete the construction of the spell. The polluted parts of the caster cannot be separated and thrown away. The erosion and pollution from the virtual world adheres to the caster, and eventually the caster will cast the spell.
His soul was eroded and devoured, turning into nothingness.”
"Before these two problems were solved, the high-level wizard was put on the hunting list by the Suppression Bureau because of this research, and eventually met his death. The 'psionic self-discipline circuit' was also included in the disaster sequence.
'Individual level' disaster, and has a new name——"