Chapter 1393 Lesions

"Name?"

"Matt Kloisson."

"gender?"

"male."

"age?"

"71 years old."

In the closed room, under the lonely light, the roar and shouts of the lawyers outside the door could not be heard, and there was silence.

Ai Qing lowered her head and calmly flipped through the information in front of her, comparing it with the old man across the table.

Even in the interrogation room of an imaginary institution, the old professor remained calm and reserved.

Even though he didn't have time to change into formal clothes when he was summoned late at night, he still insisted on wearing a vest over his shirt. It was obvious that he had considerable requirements for his manners and appearance.

His fingers are covered with calluses, and his cuffs are stained with a trace of chalk dust. Even at this age, he still has not left the school forum.

He answered all the questions clearly and in an orderly manner no matter how many times he repeated them.

While admiring this rare demeanor and calmness, the inquirers could not help but feel a headache.

After all, the identity of the other party is not just that of a cat or a dog. Even though he does not have any rights now, his years of hard work in the Roman Empire University have already earned him the Roman Scholar Medal.

I don’t know how many students have already distinguished themselves and stepped onto the stage.

Thirty years ago, he had been the personal advisor to the previous emperor, and even the Minister of Economic Affairs of Rome was his fellow disciple...

It's really difficult to deal with.

"Speaking of which, I once had the honor to listen to your speech at the London Economic and Cultural Exchange Conference." Ai Qing recalled the scene at that time and said with emotion: "At that time, I also asked questions about the 'Abyss Trade Bill'."

"Sorry, I have no memory."

Professor Matt shook his head calmly and did not continue: "However, that is indeed an important summary of my academic theories and research directions.

If you have listened, you should know that I am not a so-called defeatist. "

His academic proposition is to advocate the development of hell resources and stable cooperation and long-term trade among the abyssal swarms, and hopes to achieve stable relations through this.

We hope to break the current monotonous, manpower- and material-resource-consuming, time-consuming colonial model and the ‘pirate-like cycle of plundering’ and explore a new development path.

In this regard, the Dharma King's Office had a similar exploration more than ten years ago while accepting the opinions, but in the end it was abandoned due to various accidents.

Even with Professor Matt's constant appeals and pleas, it still has not been restarted. Since then, the professor has become disheartened, focusing on academics and no longer involved in political affairs.

However, it would be too arbitrary to conclude that Matt Kloesson is a defeatist.

Strictly speaking, this kind of moderation and exchange faction is the mainstream. Moreover, even among them, there is no shortage of war fanatics. They hope to gain more trade advantages and status among the hell institutions through struggle and force, so as to be more powerful. Easily harvest resources from hell...

"Unfortunately, Professor Matt, as a non-professional, I am unable to evaluate your academic theories and propositions, and I do not have that ability.

There are specialties in the arts, right? "

Ai Qing calmly turned the page of the file, "The overhead agency only looks at suspicion, and the suspicion on you is undoubtedly too... strong."

More than eleven defeatist groups include his disciples, four of which have carried out attacks and sabotage and have been labeled as high-risk organizations.

There are also defeatists in Professor Matt's many emails and letters, even if the content is just daily greetings or academic communication.

Just two days ago, several of his early colleagues and friends joined together and publicly expressed the idea of ​​"collapse of the current situation", pointing the finger at the command bureau.

In other words, the entire Astronomical Society...

——The current situation must be changed and such a huge establishment must be eliminated. Otherwise, I am afraid that the existence of the Astronomical Society will fall into the abyss.

"I don't agree with this statement."

Matt shook his head: "At the same time, I have never agreed with those people's opinions... It is true that we have communicated and exchanged with each other, but they were only academic exchanges and did not involve political views.

Some of my students have made mistakes and taken the wrong path. As a teacher, I may also be responsible. I feel sad about this, but can I still control other people's thoughts? "

"Yes, of course."

Ai Qing answered decisively, "Manipulating other people's thinking sounds difficult, but in fact it is extremely simple. Just trust, reverence, guidance, or lies are enough.

Of course, the effect may be better if we add forced behavior and a closed environment, but that would be inferior. For example, now-"

She paused, ignoring Matt's desire to speak, and raised her voice slightly: "If I didn't interrupt you, you would tell me that the investigation needs evidence, and don't talk nonsense.

Did I manipulate you, Professor Matt. "

"..."

Matt hesitated to speak, looked at her, took a deep breath, and suppressed his unhappiness.

But in the end, no words were spoken.

"You just need to cooperate with the investigation, Professor Matt. Whether you are suspected, guilty, and responsible does not depend on you as a teacher, but on me."

Ai Qing picked up the coffee cup expressionlessly and drank the last bit of the cold coffee: "Please briefly describe the meeting between you and Mr. Lu Song at 10:40 in the morning on the 30th."

Matt was silent for a moment before speaking again.

Answering her question.

nothing left.

Until two hours later, Ai Qing stopped asking questions and remained silent, as if listening to the voice coming from the headphones. She nodded slightly and closed the document in her hand.

"Congratulations, Professor, we have not found any evidence or guilt that you incited riots and destruction. You may be innocent."

In the brief silence, Matt leaned on the chair as if exhausted, and let out a long breath.

But then, he heard a voice from across the table.

"But at the same time, I'm sorry to tell you that sometimes overhead agencies don't really need evidence, just suspicion."

Ai Qing raised her wrist, glanced at the time, and told him: "Also, the silence clause officially promulgated ten minutes ago stipulates that suspects like you who have caused third-level ideological disasters must undergo further quality review— —”

A sharp voice sounded.

The sound of table legs rubbing against the floor spread.

"This is a despicable persecution!"

Behind the desk, the tired professor's eyes widened, and he could no longer restrain his anger. He stood up and yelled: "You McKinseyists!"

"Whether you believe it or not, I have nothing against you personally. But work is work."

Ai Qing kept moving, signing her name on the survey book with the emblem of the Astronomical Society, turning the pen tip, and handed it over: "I sincerely hope this is a misunderstanding, but unfortunately, maybe this has already happened Not anymore.”

Matt held the pen tightly and said nothing.

The door was opened, and two uniformed personnel were waiting outside, looking calm. The name tags on their chests carry the badges of medical workers, but there are two more black embellishments under the badges, which makes the originally amiable temperament become eerie and strange.

The Tower of London Sanatorium, a psychiatric treatment center run by the Astronomical Society, is essentially a censorship agency for all suspects suspected of coagulation.

There is a special track laid for them, and a heavily armed train is on standby around the clock.

The dark colors were so unsettling that late-night ghost stories about the Crow Express were once popular in Border London.

In the end, Professor Matt said nothing more, maintained his only grace, signed his name, and left with the staff.

There was no looking back.

It's just that the back looks slightly tired and stooped.

In the headset, the assistant who was taking the transcript sighed with a headache: "Several institutions have called and asked specifically before. It may be very troublesome to report the results."

"Whether there is any result, it will be troublesome."

Ai Qing held the empty cup and didn't care.

If it cannot be proven that Professor Matt is a defeatist, then Ai Qing will inevitably face the corresponding consequences. But even if it can be confirmed through the quality inspection, so what?

There is no direct evidence, just relying on thoughts to convict?

What kind of truth is this?

It will be troublesome if there are no results, and it will be even more troublesome if there are results.

Regardless of whether he is innocent or not, Ai Qing will probably have a hard time getting a good deal in the decision-making room - I am afraid that the intelligence of the Leading Group had already foreseen this trouble when he threw it to her, right?

No one likes unfettered internal watchdogs, just as no one likes a purge.

The history of the Mercury Agency in Rome and the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith in the Russian Federation has been countless in history.

If this continues, the entire overhead organization may become passive as a result.

"However, that person just did it on purpose."

In the channel, a voice that was silent from beginning to end sounded.

On the other side of the one-way glass, on an office chair, a new silent person eating ice cream held a spoon in his mouth and calmly recounted his observations: "The thinking tendencies of those students were deliberately guided by him, although he never said Anything to do with defeatism...

Just as language can interfere with people's thinking, so can theory. From this point of view, his talents as a professor and teacher are quite powerful. "

Fu Yi sighed: "Until the end, he didn't waver at all. Maybe he felt from the bottom of his heart that he was doing it for the current situation and the real future, right?"

The assistant was silent.

Fu Yi, on the other hand, stirred the ice cream that was gradually melting in the cup, picked out the nuts inside, and finally reminded: "Also, he may already want to die.

You should keep an eye on him.

By the way, let's find out if he left any suicide note... This type of scholar will sacrifice his life for his own theories and ideas. "

Outside the door, there were hurried footsteps.

"It's really troublesome."

Ai Qing sighed, rubbed the bridge of her nose, and threw Matt's report aside.

People who can't think but talk incessantly are annoying, but what's even more detestable is this kind of guy who proudly incites other people with his own cleverness.

The former is ignorant and innocent, the latter is wise and harmful——

Simply disgusting.

"Okay, everyone else, let's go rest first. That's it for today."

She stood up and glanced at her watch. Just as she was about to have dinner, she heard her phone vibrate and an email popped up on the screen.

Intelligence from fictitious institutions, another terrorist attack on the Ivy League, two professors and sixteen students were killed on the spot, and the attacker committed suicide by blowing himself up...

It's like pressing a chain switch.

Continuous reminders emerged from the mailbox like a frenzy.

Those are all warnings of attacks from various places and crime notices from different organizations...

She was silent for a moment and closed the screen.

"Are you going to work overtime?"

The assistant suddenly had a bad premonition and screamed: "No, it's my third anniversary dinner with my boyfriend..."

"It doesn't matter. You can celebrate your fourth anniversary. I believe in you. Love is stronger than gold."

Ai Qing comforted her thoughtfully, then turned and walked towards the conference room.

His calm expression remained the same as before, and had not been shaken by the increasingly serious situation. On the contrary, in her opinion, this may be a sign that she has finally touched the focus of the disease.

Even in Matt's treatment and arrangements, she didn't think there was anything wrong.

If capitulationism is an infectious disease, people like Matt are undoubtedly the biggest source of infection, and leaving it alone is the real problem.

But...where was he infected?

During the long and busy investigation, the network in front of her has become larger and larger, with countless connections, as if it enveloped the entire situation.

But its source is nowhere to be found.

It seems to have disappeared.

But there are always some faint lines floating in the darkness.

From behind her...

"Astronomical Society."

Ai Qing murmured silently and opened the door in front of her.

The endless work begins again.