Psychics don't die from gunfire

"Hello." In the pale light, the chair was pulled away, and a figure rose: "First-level executive officer, Dan Qingyan."

She was a woman with an outstanding figure. Her clothes were a pure black robe outlined with gold threads, but it had obviously undergone some modern tailoring designs to make it look less ancient and more convenient for movement.

She sat and stared at the subject behind the interrogation table with a smile, a red lotus mark between her eyebrows, like dripping blood.

"I'm from the order maintenance agency." She pursed her lips and smiled.

"First-level executive officer?"

The man behind the interrogation table was stunned for a moment. He had been mentally prepared. But how could this be included in his mental preparation?

——This is a first-level executive officer!

Although he is only an employee from a workshop and is not qualified to have access to any information required by authority, the [Order Maintenance Agency] is a department that specializes in domestic armed operations. As a member of the Knowledge Council, the man still knows more or less some information. of.

The first-level executive officer is already the highest force unit that can be dispatched in the regular operations of the order maintenance agency.

"Are you a third-level psychic?" The man spoke with difficulty in disbelief.

"Well, I am." Dan Qingyan nodded slightly: "I'm here to interrogate you."

A third-level psyker.

Interrogate yourself?

The man swallowed and subconsciously looked at his hands on the table. No wonder half an hour ago, someone came to loosen the handcuffs, completely unlock the prosthetic limbs, and restore some basic mobility.

To be honest, as the time that was left here grew longer and longer, the anger, resentment, and passion that I thought would last forever, quietly solidified and disappeared, replaced by regret that welled up in my heart.

If only I had not contradicted that researcher and called on my colleagues to quit.

I should have taken a good bath now, lying on the bed, enjoying the beauty of the virtual network. But all of this was screwed up, screwed up by his own hands.

"Ah, you are nervous." Dan Qingyan said, "Actually, you can relax more."

She raised her hand, and she could even see the slender cyan blood vessels on her fair skin.

His index finger tapped the air.

The pale light faded, and warm amber light filled the room.

"Would this make you feel better?"

Dan Qingyan blinked her beautiful vermilion eyes and asked warmly: "If you don't like it, you can change it to maroon, orange, chestnut, etc. Or do you want to eat something to fill your stomach? Is pasta okay? ?”

"Uh, oh um. No, no need." The man replied twice, then immediately reacted and quickly denied.

"OK."

Dan Qingyan put his hands flat on the table: "Well, from now on, I will ask you some questions. Please don't lie or hide, okay?"

When it came to his own wealth and life, the man suddenly became alert. The things he had just done disappeared, and he said dryly: "There may be some things that I don't remember so clearly."

"It doesn't matter." Dan Qingyan said intently, "As long as you feel that you don't lie or hide anything, that'll be fine."

"Okay, okay."

"In the past year, have you received anything transferred from abroad. Including information and physical objects, reality and the Internet."

"No, this really doesn't happen!" The man's eyelids twitched and he said anxiously: "I have already said it! I was just impulsive at the time!"

"The boss is impulsive, yes."

Dan Qingyan nodded slightly: "So, what caused you to be impulsive? You smashed the docking machine on the ground and called on the others to stop and show Wang Xun some color."

"Well, I'm just angry." The man said, "That guy named Wang, uh, Researcher Wang, only wants us to speed up the progress, but the efficiency of the work is there! How can we speed up? He doesn't care at all! He insults us at every turn!"

"I'm so angry! Why should we be treated like this?"

"I have read the personal file, and he does have some psychological and secular deficiencies." Dan Qingyan frowned: "But I also retrieved the construction records."

"The factory management system has analyzed and calculated your work efficiency. The progress limit he proposed does not exceed your limits."

"But we are not robots!"

The man couldn't hold it back and felt that his head was getting a little hot again: "How can it be possible to be in such good condition every day? Even if there are people who work at the highest efficiency every day, there are still dozens of other people in the factory!"

"That's wrong." Dan Qingyan corrected his mistake: "These factors are taken into account in the analysis and calculation of the factory management system. The ups and downs of physiological status are evaluated and redundant. What you have to pay, Only subjective 'positivity' can achieve high efficiency. "

"This is wrong, but even so." The man was speechless for a moment, but he still wanted to defend himself.

"Yeah, I understand, is that the whole reason?"

Dan Qingyan paused and emphasized: "Please don't lie or hide."

"Yes." The man was stunned for a moment and nodded vigorously: "Yes, that's it!"

He swallowed and his voice became weaker: "Executive Officer, I know I was wrong. Yes, I am willing to accept reform education. Please give me a chance!"

".ah."

Dan Qingyan rubbed her temples. After a long time, when the man's newly heated brain became cold again, she spoke slowly.

"Why are you lying?" she asked.

"I really gave you a chance, even if you are an obstructionist and a dissident."

Dan Qingyan looked at the man in confusion, the lotus mark on his forehead was red and dripping: "Why do you still want to hide it."

"Ah?!" Hearing such a sentence, the man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold: "You are wrong! I really didn't lie, misunderstanding, there must be a misunderstanding! I-"

"This is also a lie."

Dan Qingyan said.

She nodded: "After I achieved this 'Six Desires Heavenly Heart', no one can deceive me."

Six Desires Heavenly Heart? What is that?

The man was at a loss, and soon realized something, is this a psychic skill?

"You are lying and hiding things. You are not just impulsive and fighting for your companions." Tan Qingyan said softly: "The bigger reason is your selfish desire."

"You are dissatisfied with the researchers' abundant material quotas. You have felt this way for a long time. This time, you just couldn't hold it back and burst out."

"I am not blaming this. People exist because of desires. Without strong desires, the world cannot reach the future."

"I just want you to be more sincere." Tan Qingyan asked back: "But why don't you?"

"I, I am not this. What do you want me to do?"

"You know, dissidents and production obstruction are both enough to be sentenced to death." Tan Qingyan interrupted, tilting his head in confusion: "You have long anticipated your situation, but even at this moment, after I repeatedly emphasized it, you are still lying."

"--Then what use is reform education to you?"

The man wanted to say something, but he inadvertently lowered his head and was suddenly stunned.

The interrogation room, which was supposed to be empty, turned into a purple-red ocean without anyone noticing. The flames quietly rose from under his feet.

The man was shocked and subconsciously wanted to jump up, but the next moment, he was horrified to find that the sticky fluid dripped from his face. He was like a melted candle, melting away in unspeakable pain.

Tan Qingyan lowered his head, crossed his fingers, and only pure compassion remained on his face.

"Atone your sins in the burning of the fire of karma."

With a low sigh, Tan Qingyan stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.

Behind her, in front of the interrogation table, the man seemed unchanged, without any external injuries, but he lowered his head, and there was no more spirit in his eyes.