Lage Workstation is located almost two blocks east of Bruno Nord Station.
This area is full of old houses with only two or three floors. These houses have few floors but plenty of floor height. Valenti visually estimated that the height of each floor here is about five meters, which is nearly twice that of ordinary buildings. They face the street. The walls are all bright and clean large arched windows. The street trees on both sides of the road are reflected on the glass, and the shadows of the trees are dim and soft.
Valenti came here several times when she first came to Nigeria. Although it was to handle some formalities, these houses left a deep impression on her.
When the two of them stepped into the door of the workstation, the clock in the center of the main hall just chimed half o'clock - the time just happened to be stuck at 6:30.
"Your questioning will be over in a moment. Just wait for me here." Ava said.
"Okay." Valenti glanced at the administrative secretary not far away - the other person had already stood up from his seat.
After watching Ava walk deeper into the workstation with a cane, Valenti stepped forward and took out her ID and reported her name. The secretary began to enter the information, and then gave her a number. She needed to go to the corresponding inquiry. Waiting in the consultation room.
At 6:37, Valenti's social media interview officially began. In a pure white room, she couldn't see the questioner opposite, and only a black lens was pointed at her face.
The questions asked at the workstation were very specific. They gave a precise time and place, and used some detailed clues to help Valenti recall the specific details of what happened that day. If there was any doubt in her answer, the other party would immediately ask questions, which shows that it should be A very thorough investigation has been conducted into her whereabouts over the past six months.
The station focused on several of her visitors, two old supervisors, her father, and several relatives on Virgil's side, but did not explain why. Valenti guessed that perhaps these people had a second or third degree or more direct relationship with Baron Fernand. With Fernand's wide contacts and rapid rise in the ranks, there were probably more people who had entanglements with him. River crucian carp.
The questioning ended at 7:44, and although it was just a conversation, Valenti left the questioning room exhausted. No matter how many times she experienced it, she could never get used to such an occasion - she couldn't see the face of the questioner, and could only face the cold camera and synthesized voice, which made her feel that she was in a position of disrespect. .
Most of the time, she almost forgot that there was a chip in her body, but there were always moments like this that made her realize that a pair of invisible eyes were always staring at her and everything.
When Valenti returned to the hall, she saw Ava and Hesta already sitting in the public seats. Neither of them spoke, but they were both in a relaxed state. At first glance, they looked like a pair of grandparents taking a rest. .
"Miss Valenti." Hesta noticed Valenti's steps and stood up to wave to her.
Valenti immediately reached out and rubbed her face. She cheered up and stepped forward quickly.
Although they were only separated for one day, when Valenti held Hesta's cold hand, she suddenly felt that there was a subtle change in Hesta's appearance today - her face was very pale, bloodless, and her lower eyelids But it was slightly red, as if she had cried.
Has she become haggard? No, Hesta's eyes may have never been as bright as they are today. Even though there are dark circles around her slightly swollen eye sockets, the look in her eyes is cheerful, even with a bit of rare indifference.
Looking at Hesta like this, Valenti suddenly shuddered for some reason.
"Are you okay?" Hesta leaned down and asked with concern.
Valenti shook her head, and she quickly calmed down the unfounded emotion, "Have you been sitting here for a long time?"
"It hasn't been long, we have been chatting before." Hesta said, looking up at the clock not far away, and a surprise flashed in his eyes, "...Oh, it's been more than half an hour."
Ava, who was behind her, smiled, "Every time this happens, time flies by."
"Hey, have you forgotten the time while chatting?" Valenti looked at Ava, "Have you known each other before?"
"No, I don't know her." Hesta looked back at Ava, "Today is the first time I have met Ms. Morgan - but I really don't know why, it feels like I have known her for a long time."
Ava had already stood up, "Let's go, I'll drive you back."
…
Ava's car drove smoothly towards Paul Street. On the way, Valenti criticized the pure white room, and Ava laughed.
"Did they ask you the same question?" Valenti asked.
"Of course it's the same." Ava replied calmly, "Make backup records of everything, and at the same time protect the internal investigation staff to avoid letting the investigators know who is handling incidents related to them... This is that room meaning."
"This is too outrageous, don't you think so?" Valenti took a deep breath, "It's like presupposing that each of us is a potential criminal, and before we are convicted, we are put on a Prisoner's shackles."
Ava laughed, "You've seen the essence, Valenti."
Valenti thought he heard wrongly, "...what?"
"Let me ask you, for the people in a livable land, what is the difference between a mercury needle that can be uncontrolled and act as they please, and a chelate?"
Valenti was stunned, "...how can you say that?"
Ava glanced in Valenti's direction, and when she looked back, she quietly glanced at Hesta behind her through the rearview mirror - Hesta was sitting quietly by the window, I don’t know what I was thinking, it seemed like I wasn’t listening to their chat at all.
"I won't talk about cases that are too far away... Let me ask you, Valenti, are there any bad students among the reserve forces you have led?"
Valenti frowned slightly, "How do you define 'bad'?"
"There is no need for any complicated definition here," Ava said softly, "Let's just assume that the base has issued a notice. Starting next month, we will put some mercury needles into habitable areas without chips. Life. With your simple sense, you can let them go with confidence, even if it is not bad, on the contrary, it is bad. "
"...Yes." Valenti replied quickly.
"This is the reason." Ava said, "If you look at the degree of harm, an out-of-control mercury needle is far better than a chelate tide. The longest survival time of chelates currently observed is only 52 days, and they Once she gets sick, she is an obvious enemy and can be eliminated; but a mercury needle - of course, provided that she is lucky and does not sacrifice - can have a more profound impact. She can either lie dormant in the crowd or walk away. Go to a higher position and directly influence decisions at the top.”
Hesta's voice suddenly came from the back seat of the car: "...Just like you?"
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