The solar system is broken

Stimulated by the bright lights and strong light, his pupils contracted out of instinct and he was temporarily blinded. He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but there was a clang and a cold pull firmly held his hand.

They are handcuffs, brand new, and the other end is tied to the interrogation chair. They are made of aluminum-plated material, with a silvery white light on the surface.

He remembered that this was not South America. After the grafting was completed, he was transferred by helicopter to the USS Liberty. To be precise, he was escorted to this warship. The shackles on his hands showed their attitude and suspicion.

In fact, they never really believed in the writer from the beginning, just because the writer's surname was Jiang, Jiang Che's Jiang.

"Dang!" The interrogator in front of him tapped his pen impatiently on the table. He was very dissatisfied with the writer's recollection, procrastination, and lack of key evidence for the accusation. "In other words, the train is your accomplice.

..the 'police' ordered the bombing?" There was a pause, but the interrogator did not change his wording.

"Interrogator, pay attention to your wording," the writer raised his head, the handcuffs on his hands clicking.

The interrogator twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and breathed out from his nostrils, "You should know that the probability of being released without charge after being arrested by the military is one in ten thousand." The interrogator's face also showed extremely disgusting anger.

, just like seeing a caterpillar full of mucus appearing in the bread for lunch, "Writer, tell the truth!"

The writer raised his empty eyes, his eyelashes twitched slightly, his dark pupils rolled, and he glanced at the interrogator: he looked excited and irrational, with two words written on his big square face, "Guilty".

Humiliation, this fragile emotion, wanders in my chest.

The writer curled his fingers, and the sharp nails dug into his palms, and a sticky heat flowed out.

Calm down, this is a trap.

The interrogator's Chinese is not very good, and he speaks word by word. Such language pauses further strengthen the interrogator's subjective emotions. "Regarding 'Hades', your family's sins will never go away."

(Hades: Designer Jiang?, builder Jiang Che, suspected to be a meteor receiver, loaded with a nuclear bomb, moving around South America forever. Jiang Che: Jiang Nan’s sister, codename physicist. Jiangnan: codename writer

.)

The writer thought of Li Guang, that proud man. How could a proud man be worthy of a small official with a sword and a pen?

"No, we are all executioners." If the killing includes the soul, then how does the inquisitor's guilt count?

"Don't excuse your incompetence." The interrogator had a sullen face. At the moment when blood dripped from the writer's fingertips, he felt the infinite possibility of completing the task. However, after that moment, the writer seemed to be on the positive axis again.

Fading hyperbola. "Do you know who you blew up?"

The writer raised his eyelids and squinted at the judge. He was middle-aged, fat-headed, and potbellied. He was of Mongoloid origin, probably Chinese but possibly Japanese. The writer didn't say anything, but his meaning was very obvious. He didn't know.

"Do you know what you did?!"

"Kill some people."

"Some?!" The interrogator slapped the table, "Damn it, you blew up half of space physics!" The compressed wooden tabletop sunk directly into a small pit.

Three Hundred Physicists: Are you polite?

"So?" The writer feels that killing someone is a very strange and distant thing. To him, it is just a number. These dead souls have nothing to do with him.

"I heard that the most terrible evil is that he does not know the evil he has committed." The judge pressed his chest and kept breathing.

Half-space physics? Yes, but that’s not right, that’s just the official physics team of the Hal Foundation.

"This is war."

The judge was speechless.

"Please follow the truth. You said it was not you who gave the order..." He paused and glanced at the writer with a falcon-like gaze, "Prove what you said."

"Soldiers, police, snipers..."

The judge smiled slightly and said, "The principle of avoidance of parties, I think the laws are the same everywhere. Then their confessions are not within the scope of belief."

In such a top-secret military operation, everyone is involved, so how can we prove it?

Shake his head.

"Then based on the suspicion and the most favorable inference for the parties concerned," the judge tore off the paper that was full of writing, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Then he changed a new one. "The writer called

, the detonation team immediately detonated after receiving the call, but they made a mistake and blew up the train, so here comes the problem..."

The writer felt a chill in his body, and he felt very bad.

"If the design of this operation is rigorous, there will be no mistakes when executed." For a small detail, the writer designed the plan and participated in the command. Errors in decision-making and poor execution are like two bottles of poison. The judge wants to

The writer chooses a drink and drinks it.

"Not only did those physicists die in this operation, but your comrades also..."

"Stop!" There was a bang on the one-way viewing glass, and a shudder of dust fell down. Then a yellow officer kicked hard, and the door of the interrogation room shook in the air, and cold air rushed in from the outside.

When he came in, he saw the word "anger" written on his face. He was full of murderous intent.

This man is none other than Major Huo Shan, an active member of the Space Force Defense Force, whom the writer has acquaintance with.

Huo Shan seemed very excited, and the writer did not understand this excessive emotion.

"major~no..." followed by a group of tails, they are naturally outdoor jurors, "you_cannot...you..."

Huo Shan slammed the table angrily, "Interrogator, are you playing with fire?"

The interrogator's face fell and he frowned, showing some disgust, "Mr. Major, although your space force has special powers, please don't hinder our work!"

Huo Shan got angry and punched the interrogation table. The table cracked, and the tip of the plastic ballpoint pen flew away due to the punch. The pen holder grunted twice on the table and rolled to the ground. "You are making things difficult!"

"Please control your emotions, sir."

"Restrain your grandma!" Huo Shan was about to punch.

The jurors quickly stepped forward and stopped Huo Shan. The two of them pulled each other, and Huo Shan shouted with a red neck, "You bastard... you slander people... for the sake of those scientists who rebel against mankind, you slander..."

"Major, calm down," the juror quickly used his wrist to control Huo Shan's waist. However, Huo Shan, who was born in the military and was good at fighting, was extremely strong. Huo Shan looked at the interrogator with red eyes and angry eyes, and step by step he pushed the juror in front of him.

The member pushes forward.

"I..." The juror gave Huo Shan a kick.

"Guard!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the juror quickly shook his head.

The interrogator frowned, stood up on the chair, and stepped back.

The guards from the security department hurried over from outside. Seeing the major entangled on the ground, La La didn't know what to do. He stood outside the circle and didn't know what to do.

"wie_ist_die_situation(German: What's the situation)?" He walked through the door.

The guard quickly withdrew and saluted the visitor, "major!"

"What's going on?" This time it was in Chinese.

The guard leaned into the white officer's ear and whispered. The white officer nodded repeatedly, and then glanced at Huo Shan, who was pushed to the ground.

"Are you that Huo Shan?"

Huo Shan didn't reply to him.

The white officer smiled and said, "I am a soldier, this is the first time we meet~"

Huo Shan struggled for a few times and found that it didn't have much effect, so he calmed down and stopped moving.

But the jurors did not dare to let go of their hands, fearing that the major would get violent and hurt someone.

"Drag him out~" the soldier waved to the guard to go up and help. The guard went up, raised his feet and laid hands on him.

Huo Shan was dragged out.

"Let me go...don't you guys..." The second half of the sentence is mostly a greeting to the person's body.

The soldier glanced at the writer and sighed, and the situation became even worse. (The soldier belongs to the Space Force, and the laws of the earth do not apply. Even if he also participated in the plan, he will not be arrested)

"Interrogator, I hope you will be faithful to your work," half-reminder, half-threat, "This matter is very sensitive, don't irritate them."

Bang! The door closed. It was just a small interlude.

The writer doesn't know whether he should thank Huo Shan or not. Perhaps his mood is understandable, but...

After Huo Shandi made such a fuss, the interrogator's attitude towards the writer was somewhat restrained. He took a drink of water to calm down his shock.

"You said you were dizzy because of fear of heights, and the police gave the order to detonate. Who can prove it?"

"Justice," the writer opened his lips and slowly spit out two words.

The word justice obviously does not have much persuasiveness, and the interrogator did not take this to heart at all. "Is it possible that you found that there was no nuclear bomb in the No. 5 carriage? In order to cover up your incompetence in decision-making, you directly blew it up."

He found 'Hades' and lied about accidentally bombing it."

"It's possible." Nuclear bombs don't exist.

"It is said that there is a 'Guqin' plan, why not implement it?"

"Six-string Guqin?" There is indeed such a plan to fix six ultra-thin nanowires on the iron tower next to the railway and use the huge inertia of the train to cut the train. Because there are six strings called Guqin, the writer's eyelids raised.

After a moment, his deep black eyes flashed brightly, "Because it's at night."

The pen in the judge's hand paused, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet, "You are such a cold-blooded animal."

At night, not everyone on the train is standing. As long as you lie down, you are very likely to survive the thread. Besides, if you take off the No. 5 carriage, it will be discovered sooner or later. There is no guarantee when it will be discovered.

Just blow him up.

"I am." The writer admitted it cold-bloodedly.

"Have you been there?"

"Been there."

"What does it feel like?"

"..." The writer raised his head, "very calm."

...

No matter what the issue was next, the writer remained silent. He made no comment on the accusation of massacre of 350 innocent people, and seemed not to care at all about the possible life sentence he faced.

The interrogator watched as the writer had itchy teeth and made three mistakes while writing.

"Send away!"