Silent Crown Chapter 467: Methods

In the interrogation room, across a layer of one-way glass, Charles saw Constantine sitting upright.

He was sitting on a chair without armrests and backrest under the pale light, with his back straight. No matter what the interrogator said, there was no answer.

Just closed your eyes and waited quietly.

"The dead old man is still stiff." Someone asked: "Would you like to try the affectionate?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneer after hearing this.

Although the love music chapter has amazing control over people, it is not omnipotent, and it uses the most timing. In a place like the interrogation room, Constantine's heart rejection is definitely the strongest, and he will not give the other party any implants. The suggestion can be taken advantage of.

Moreover, even if the hint is successfully implanted, Ye Qingxuan alone knows more than a dozen ways to deal with it.

The simplest, the jade and the stone are burned. Preliminarily bury a self-destructive suggestion in one's brain. Once the music theory of the aphrodisiac enters the brain, it will automatically stop the heartbeat, cut off the brain's oxygen supply and disrupt the hormone secretion in the body.

It only takes a few seconds to die with great joy.

"It's useless."

Wolf flute shook his head and pointed to the back of Constantine's head: "He is the deputy commander of the Revolutionary Army, and he controls the Revolutionary Army's intelligence network. I am afraid that I can't even count the ugly things in his mind. Do you think he really has no countermeasures?

Just look at the bottom of his hairline. "

In the pale light, under Constantine's sparse white hair and scalp, there are faint notes emerging.

"Made from flesh and blood, have you seen it?"

Wolf flute said: "It's so ruthless. He asked someone to make his skull into an alchemy equipment, which will activate itself as long as certain conditions are met.

And if it was me, I would recommend him to book a double insurance package, and by the way do a ‘brain bridge surgery’ to artificially cut the connection between the left and right brains. He has plenty of time to kill himself..."

He paused for a while, and said faintly: "Unless he wants to tell you, don't try to take anything out of his mouth. Give up, and transfer him to the people in the Tower of Judgment after dawn, we Even if the task is completed, although the completion is bad enough. Damn, it's cheap bastards."

Ye Qingxuan was silent and looked at Shire.

Charles stood at the window blankly, staring at Constantine in silence.

As if perceiving the sight behind the mirror, Constantine returned from his thoughts, opened his eyes, and looked over. The two of them stared at each other through the one-way mirrored window with complicated eyes.

"I want to see him."

Charl turned his head and looked at the wolf flute: "Didn't he want to see me? Let me see him."

Without waiting for Wolfflute to refute, he said: "If you want to get something out of his mouth before dawn, this is the only chance."

The wolf flute was silent, lit the cigarette, and after smothering it, threw the cigarette **** under his feet and crushed it out.

"Let him see."

Wolf flute looked at the supervisor: "I will bear all the consequences."

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Five minutes later, as the dark door burst open.

Charle walked into the interrogation room from behind the door, and sat across from him in Constantine's gaze.

"Mr. Constantine..."

He scratched his hair, not knowing what to say, for a long time, he whispered: "I'm here."

"Long time no see, Charles."

Obviously, it was only a few hours away, but Constantine's tone felt like a long time passed. There was no hatred in his tone, even if he knew that Shire was the undercover agent of the Holy City.

He looked at Charles and nodded slowly: "The uniform is good."

"Thank you."

Charle grinned reluctantly. Before coming, he worried that Constantine would be tortured and insulted, and worried that he could not bear his betrayal and collapsed after Gaius's unrelenting pursuit.

But now, he seems to be okay.

So I felt inexplicable peace of mind.

At least he is still alive.

In the silence, it was Constantine who broke the silence first.

He said, "You shouldn't follow me."

"Huh?"

Looking at Charles's blank look, Constantine couldn't help shaking his head: "I mean, if you really want to do your duty, you shouldn't follow me, and even if you have already followed me, You should get off the thief ship early."

His tone is calm, as if he is evaluating Shire’s work, with a trace of regret and regret:

"You have so many opportunities to sell me to Gaius to win his trust. If you want to know what he is doing, you should do it."

"...I'm sorry."

Charle was silent for a long time, looked at him and asked, "Sir, haven't you doubted me?"

"Of course I doubted, I will doubt everyone around me."

Constantine smiled nonchalantly, reached out his hand and made a smoking gesture, Charles took the cigarette out of his pocket and helped him light it.

The old man propped his elbows on the table, smoking and puffing out smoke, as if feeling his life: "If you are the commander of the revolutionary army, you will know, Charles.

No one in this world can be trusted. Everyone is an enemy. You can't leave your back to anyone. No one should be taken lightly.

Even if he is your old friend for decades, even if it is Gaius..."

Charles confused: "Then why would I..."

"Because you are the stupidest, Charles."

Constantine sighed, "Where is there a stupid undercover like you? I put you by my side because you pose the least threat to me-even if you have ulterior motives."

"Yes." Charles laughed self-deprecatingly: "I can't even do a musician, let alone undercover such a high-tech job. Actually, if there is a chance..."

"Charles."

Constantine interrupted him and looked at him: "Stop talking."

The eyes were complicated and pitying, like looking at a desperado standing on a cliff.

"Charles, undercover is hard work, just like a prisoner who chose to enter the prison.

When you stand in the middle of the two sides, you will wonder where you are~IndoMTL.com~ The feeling that your soul is torn into two pieces makes people want to go crazy.

Become...like you are now. "

He pinched off the cigarette and stared at the painful bloodshot eyes of Charles.

Constantine stood up suddenly, reached out and pressed his wrist, making him unable to dodge. The old man stared at the young man in front of him, and said every word:

"If you can't find a way to face them, let me teach you one, Charles.

——Drink some wine, find some medicine, find a better doctor, find a quality-assured sympathizer, and then treat those things as a dream and forget them all. "

"Forgot?"

Charle smiled dismal.

"Remember the joke I told you yesterday?"

Amidst the sound of alarm and reprimand, Constantine released his hand and returned to his chair: "Young people should not be depressed because of temporary pain, because the painful days will be long in the future..."