Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"What a pity..." Major Lorenz sighed with regret after proudly showing off the strength of the Imperial Intelligence Department. "Although we have worked hard to penetrate into other countries, we still have many shortcomings. Now, I want to know who you have come into contact with along the way and who has provided help to you."

Major Lorenz shook his head when he saw the five people pretending to be silent and silent. "I advise you to be obedient and explain. This is not a good place to be a hero."

After waiting for a while, the five people showed no intention to speak, so Major Lorenz sighed twice. "Although 'violence is the quickest way to solve problems,' I don't like violence, so I specially prepared some special things for you." Then he turned to the mirror on the wall next to him and gave an order. "Have Dr. Ellen come over."

After a while, a middle-aged man in a white coat came in carrying a tray. On the tray were several bottles of potion and several syringes. "Major Laurenz, who should we start with?"

Major Lorenz's finger tapped several people, and finally pointed at the sharpshooter Matvey. "Let's start with him. Sniper is a profession I admire very much. An excellent sniper should be silent, which helps to keep calm at all times. Let's see if he can resist the effects of this drug."

Dr. Ellen responded while picking up a syringe and drawing out the potion. "Major Lorenz, no one can withstand the effects of the drug, unless he is Superman or God; and they are only mortals."

Looking at the five people with solemn faces, Major Lorenz explained kindly. "You must be curious about what kind of drug this is, right? This is the latest drug developed by our empire's scientific research department, specially used for interrogation. One injection can make people tell everything they know; the effect is It’s hundreds and thousands of times better than being drunk.”

Judging from the history of eliciting and coercing confessions, alcohol is the oldest truth serum. The saying "tell the truth after drinking" was circulated in ancient China; similarly, there was a similar theory in ancient Rome - "the truth is in the wine".

Alcohol can exert the dual effects of central sedation and psychoactivity. Simply put, it closes the secret "gatekeeper" of the brain and opens the gate for the release of passion. Some people describe drunkards as "talking more than pig shit". Many people have seen scenes of drunken lovelorn people recounting their "love history". Countless people have been woken up from their sleep by drunken classmates who have not been in contact for many years; they are suspicious of their husbands. A shrewd woman who steals sex will sometimes use the method of drinking alcohol to induce a confession.

However, everyone's constitution is different, and the effects of alcohol are also different; some people can't get drunk after a thousand cups of alcohol, and some people can drink alcohol immediately. Therefore, alcohol is not suitable for use in interrogations. So people began to wonder, is there such a thing that would tell the truth if people eat it?

At the end of the 19th century, the Germans extracted scopolamine from plants of the Geranium family, such as Goldenrod and Datura, but its practical application was much earlier. Legend has it that the main component of the Ma Fei Powder used by Hua Tuo also contained Goldenrod.

However, the truth-telling effect of scopolamine was first discovered during surgery. In 1920, a doctor named House in the United States injected scopolamine into pregnant women during delivery for analgesia and anesthesia. Unexpectedly, after the injection, the pregnant women started chattering like a drunkard. What's even more surprising is that, After these pregnant women said a lot of true things, they couldn't remember what they said after they woke up from anesthesia. After seeing the reactions of one, two, or dozens of hundreds of pregnant women, Dr. House spread his findings, and the American police began to use scopolamine to induce confessions under anesthesia. Later, drugs with faster onset and more powerful effects were gradually introduced.

Upon hearing Major Lorenz's explanation, Sergey's expression changed drastically and he yelled. "Matvi, you must hold on and never say a word!"

Matvey nodded heavily. "Don't worry, Captain! I won't say a word!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at these ignorant guys, they don't understand the power of the medicine at all." Then he ordered the soldiers next to him to gag the mouths of Sergei and the others, so as not to affect the interrogation later.

Doctor Ellen walked up to Matvey, who struggled desperately. Unfortunately, they were tied to an iron stool, and this stool was fixed to the ground with finger-thick screws. No matter how hard he struggled, he still moved. No. His desperate struggle caused veins to bulge in his arm. Dr. Ellen easily inserted the needle into the blood vessel in his arm. The colorless and transparent drug was pushed into his blood vessel, fused with the blood, and rushed to various parts of the body. .

In less than two minutes, Matvey's clear eyes began to blur. Although he shook his head desperately to stay awake, his whole body soon became limp, and the expression on his face looked like that of an idiot.

Dr. Ellen took out a small flashlight from his pocket, glanced at Matvey's eyelids, and nodded to Major Lorenz. "That's it."

"Then let's begin. Mr. Matvey, what is your full name?"

After a few seconds, Matvey replied somewhat inarticulately. "Matvey Ivanovich Lotnikov."

"Great, how old are you?"

"33 years old."

As the interrogation progressed, Matvey not only truthfully reported his name, age, and family status; he also listed the planners and participants of the operation, their routes, and the people they had contacted. All were told.

Looking at the other four people whose faces were full of shock and fear, Major Lorenz smiled proudly. "As you can see, it is impossible for human will to withstand the erosion of drugs. So who is next?" He pointed at the explosives expert Oleg, who was also injected with drugs, and also revealed all the information.

The interrogation of the four people ended quickly, and Major Lorenz looked at Sergei, who looked ashen, with a mocking look on his face. "How about it, Mr. Sergey, are you going to do it yourself, or should we give you an injection?" The four people's confessions about this operation were exactly the same. Basically, Sergey's confession was no longer needed. Laurenz The major fully grasped their secret path from Sweden to the Netherlands and then to Berlin.

After having people take them down, Major Lorenz compiled the statements of these people and reported them to the headquarters. Reinhard then sent the information to Yannick.

After reading this confession, Yannick couldn't help but be speechless. "It seems that Stalin's hatred for Yakov has reached its peak." Judging from the confession, Yakov is their No. 1 target, and he is the No. 2 target. But it makes sense when you think about it, after all, it is much easier to kill Yakov than him.

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