"We can't go in with you."
Arriving at the familiar gate, Xia Yibing stopped, reached out and patted the girl's shoulder hard.
"But don't worry... This meeting is not ordinary. Villefort is in it. Don't be afraid. Just say whatever you know."
Hitzfeld continued to nod.
Next, she was covered with a black cloth blindfold to hide her single exposed eye.
The shoulder was pushed in one direction.
After entering, the door was closed and she was taken forward twenty-eight steps. Then the black cloth was removed and a chair was placed in front of her.
Everything is the same as the first time.
She could not help looking around, trying to find Villefort among the whispers.
"quiet."
A voice that is both majestic and charming at the same time.
"Ok?"
Hitzfeld looked up in surprise.
She recognized the voice.
This interrogation seems to be a little unusual...
Chapter 5 Interrogation
The interrogation area should be a circle.
This place was circular, similar to the ancient Roman style Colosseum, except that the audience seats and the interrogation seats were hidden in darkness, with only the center, where Hitzfeld stood, illuminated by a beam of white light.
After all, this was not his first time here, so without giving anyone a chance to remind him, Hitzfeld took the initiative to pull out a chair and sit down.
This chair is specially made.
At first glance, it looks like an enlarged version of a baby carriage, except that it has no wheels and its four legs have extra metal parts extending out and nailed to the ground.
The way to enter was to open it halfway, and after Hitzfeld sat down, the person who brought her in immediately came forward to close the chair, and then put her hands and feet in the prescribed positions, and locked them with metal shackles welded to the chair itself.
"Are you afraid that I will turn into a monster?" Hitzfeld couldn't help but complain.
The man who was handcuffing her tilted his head and glanced at her.
Poker face.
His eyes were cold.
It was like looking at a dead person.
Frowning, Hitzfeld suddenly felt that Xia Yibing's assessment of the situation was too optimistic.
They have to treat themselves like this whenever that person is present. The things that are wrestling with each other behind the scenes may be far beyond their imagination.
"Esun Hitzfeld..."
At this moment, a somewhat feminine and deliberately elongated male voice came from the darkness on the left.
"We have received accusations that you have been in collusion with the evil followers of the Eclipse Church and provided them with intelligence and protection. Do you have anything to say about this?"
This should be a question.
But he used the tone of a period.
The discussions and whispers around him were suppressed to the lowest level at this moment. Hitzfeld felt as if thousands of eyes were staring at him from all directions, waiting for his answer.
I glanced behind me and saw the guard standing there with his hands behind his back.
There was a holster clearly visible on his waist... Of course, with this guy's physique, even if he didn't have a gun, she would not be able to fight him without a weapon.
"This is slander." Turning back, Hitzfeld said in a light but clear voice, "I demand to confront him face to face."
"I knew you wouldn't admit it so easily." The man on the left snorted again, then ordered in a lower voice: "Bring him up."
A faint "click" sound came from behind.
It should be opening the door.
Then there were the sounds of light but dense footsteps.
All together, there are at least three people.
There was a loud bang. Hitzfeld turned his head to the left and found that a beam of white light had appeared above his head at some point, illuminating a second chair from the darkness.
The chair was of the same specifications as hers, and locked there was a thin man who was dressed in rags and looked like he had been tortured for a long time.
The sudden strong light made the man's eyes sting unbearably. He wanted to struggle, but his hands and feet were locked. He could only hold his eyes tightly and keep moving his head to find the most comfortable position.
"Bill Cromer—"
That feminine voice started again.
"Tell me again what you confessed before."
Bill Cromer...Bill Cromer?
When she heard the name, Hitzfeld felt it sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.
"I... I don't know..." The man moved his cracked lips, "I'm very thirsty... Can you give me some water?"
"Wow!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wooden bucket filled with water was poured down from above his head. He was caught off guard by this and immediately twisted his neck to dodge, but he couldn't dodge it anyway - the person pouring the water was deliberately aiming at his forehead.
And he didn't fall fast.
The water flowed down in an even and even aesthetic manner. The person controlling it was obviously an old hand, who could actually keep the water flow covering the entire face of the prisoner.
“I… I’m not… Pfft… cough cough! I don’t… I don’t want it anymore… I don’t want it anymore!! Cough cough cough cough——”
At first, Bill Klomo could barely speak a few words.
But as he held his breath for longer and longer, soon all that was left was coughing and wheezing like a bellows.
This process lasted for a full five minutes.
Hitzfeld counted in his head.
300 seconds.
Not a second more.
Not a second less.
When the punishment was over, the man was soaked in water.
It's an icy moon now, and the temperature in here doesn't even feel like a heater.
She saw that he was gasping for breath and his whole body was shaking violently.
"Now, Mr. Chlomo," the feminine voice chuckled, "I think you are no longer thirsty."
Dead silence.
At least at this moment, Hitzfeld could not hear any movement except Bill Klomo's breathing.
"Yes, sir..." The felon on the chair did not dare to make any more requests, "I will tell you... What do you want to know from me?"
"Repeat your accusations against Esuen Hitzfeld."
"Aisun Hitzfeld is indeed one of the few people who has come into contact with the Broken Sword." He said immediately, "When my master brought them back, he tried to test her and asked her if she could let him handle the Broken Sword, but she refused directly."
It's him?
Hearing this, a cold light flashed through Hitzfeld's mind.
She remembered who this person was.
When he first met the client of the Crystal Sea case, Morrison Skye, also known as Baron Skye, in a small church in a remote suburb, he was accompanied by a mustachioed servant named Bill Cromo.
He belongs to Baron Skye.
But how could he become like this... and it sounded like he was the one who falsely accused me of having an affair with a demon?
"Ms. Hitzfeld," the voice turned toward her.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
"I don't think someone can be convicted based on an accusation of this level alone," Hitzfeld said calmly.
"And I want to correct that. It was not 'testing' but 'bribing'. Morrison Skye tried to pay me a large sum of money to let me conceal the information about the discovery of the Broken Sword."
"Hidden intelligence?"
"That is to tell everyone that I have never seen those things. From this point of view, I think that instead of doubting me, you might as well ask him what he was thinking at the time..."
"She's talking nonsense!"
Bill Cromer suddenly interrupted her with a roar.
"The master is definitely not that kind of person! I have made it very clear that he proposed that because he wanted to transfer all the fragments to the Central Cathedral for safekeeping! He doesn't trust anyone else! This can minimize the risk!"
You're trying to put the blame on someone else, right?
Hitzfeld was so angry that he laughed.
At this moment, she was extremely glad that she didn't even take the reward, otherwise she would not be able to explain it clearly now.
"Even though you said that, Miss Hitzfeld, you are indeed one of the few people outside of our system who knows about those things and happens to have had close contact with them - even beyond the relationship."
The sound echoed melodiously in the venue.
"If there is anyone who is most likely to have colluded with the evil followers and told them the information about these things so that they could guess where they are hidden, that person can only be you..."
"Excuse me," Hitzfeld interrupted. "I wanted to ask when the item was stolen."
I waited for a long time but there was no response.
Just as Hitzfeld was about to continue asking, the voice said, "...How dare you interrupt me?"
It contains shame, anger, shock, and a strong sense of disbelief.
"Yesterday."
Just then, the charming voice that initially shouted "Silence" spoke again.
"Stop wasting everyone's time, okay, Vesta? You could probably spend twenty hours a day researching this, but we can't. We're busy."
This is the sound of annual rings.
Hitzfeld was certain.
A little lazy.
A little bit charming.
If you listen carefully, you can hear a slight rustling sound, like the friction between branches and leaves in the breeze.
So distinctive.
Once you hear it, you will never forget it.
A low laugh was heard all around.
The atmosphere of the entire space has become popular.
But Hitzfeld would not forget how they had remained silent before.
Only after Nian Lun spoke did they dare to laugh.
"Be direct, Hitzfeld." Annual Rings continued, "...A number of very important containment objects were stolen yesterday, and the prisoners and their belongings have not been found yet. This is a necessary review process."
"Of course, it's wrong to infer that you are related to the Crystal Sea case directly. Because you were not even in Wayne when all this was planned and implemented. The Security Bureau and the people I sent were always watching you. You had no chance to pass on the news."
Hitzfeld raised the corner of his mouth.
These words were merciless and completely overturned the interrogation logic of "Vestal", the feminine voice.
"But this doesn't mean you can completely clear yourself of suspicion."
"There are still many mysteries in this world... For example, the mist in dreams is still an unsolved mystery."
Year Rings suddenly changed the subject.
