"Do you want to torture them severely, then toss them into the crematory furnace for pressure burning?"
Ansheng, who delivered Miyel to the interrogation room, sat on Ba Mountain Mosquito's shoulder and asked Li Wenkang.
With Miyel, Volko, and Monozov caught, the espionage drama being staged in the Northern Region has reached the closing and dispersal stage.
Though the Northern and Outer Regions have historical grievances, these alone aren't enough to cause severe clashes. After all, everyone is a carbon-based being needing food and livelihood.
No money for food means everything else is pointless. The reason people from the Outer Region have been so jumpy lately is due to the support from Miyel and two others alongside other unofficial organizations.
"No...."
Li Wenkang glanced at the interrogation room and said flatly, "We're just inviting them to the Northern Region for tea, to incidentally discuss some infrastructure investment development. Once discussions are done, the three of them can happily return home."
"Today we can capture them back, and tomorrow we can capture them again."
"Ignoring the human identity, they are like parasites attached to a host; they live to maximize their function and value. There's no need for us to tarnish our reputation solving the enemy's troubles."
After Master Fuli asked the question, Li Wenkang frankly revealed the fate of the three.
Miyel and the others are capital landlords and oligarchs in some specialized areas.
They are Rakshasa Country's good leg gone lame.
In a regime with voting systems, these landlords possessing massive resources and funds can buy votes, support agents that stand for their interests to ascend, and use national influence to divide the cake on the table.
No one dares to move against them. Though they may not assure their agents ascend, they can use their wealth to drag enemies down, disrupt their vote collection processes and achieve mutual loss outcomes.
If not for the three's reckless venture attempting to dispatch spies to cause chaos in the Northern Region, the Security Bureau would have no intention or reason to dive into the Outer Region's murky waters.
"Hmm...."
Ansheng speculated and said, "So we catch them, make them sign guarantees, and turn them into guns in our hands, right?"
"Their existence itself is a scourge. We merely draw a line and inform them what should not be crossed." Li Wenkang looked at the interrogation room at three Spirit Beasts wrestling together and smiled:
"The following matters are no longer our concern; an energetic lady will engrave that line forever in their minds."
"Let's go have iced cola."
Shortly after Master Fuli and Li Wenkang departed, a woman clad in climbing attire, holding a briefcase with her left and a toolbox with her right, entered the interrogation room.
Piles of classical Chinese exam papers spread out on the table before Miyel and the others.
The woman opened the toolbox, placed a cigarette lighter on the table, and distributed pencils to the three examinees.
"The exam starts now."
"Papers are collected every hour, maximum score is 100. You have 24 hours to achieve a perfect score."
Seeing the red-hot lighter and incomprehensible classical Chinese papers, Miyel swallowed hard.
From the bottom of his heart, he suddenly recalled a joke from a video platform.
Xia Country people burning aliens' butts with cigarette ends.
.......
"Principal Li, Professor Wang requests your presence."
Master Fuli, just exiting the interrogation room, was approached by a warrior reporting to Li Wenkang.
"Alright."
Li Wenkang replied, not paying much heed, walked to the vending machine, performed a facial recognition scan, and retrieved three colas, handing them to Master Fuli and Ba Mountain Mosquito.
Ba Mountain Mosquito drank a sip, smacked his lips, shivered, and showed a contemptuous expression.
"May I suck their blood?"
"I feel I can suck out their marrow."
Ba Mountain Mosquito glanced toward the interrogation room. Inside the coke was nothing but cold sugar that didn't warm the mosquito's heartstrings with a bit of fat; after drinking, the mosquito felt even hungrier.
"Submit a report; we'll hold a meeting. Two days should yield results."
Li Wenkang waved his hand, leading Master Fuli to Wang Ya's workshop.
Inside the hundred-square metal boardroom, dozens of individuals of varying ages categorized and organized photographs.
Wang Ya sat before the office filled with piles of metal relief images from Outer Region's site.
"Master Fuli, Principal Li...."
Seeing Master Fuli, Wang Ya's eyes lit up with unabated excitement, reaching out with a hug gesture, looking at Master Fuli with expectation.
"A hug is fine, but let's not pull down over my mum...."
Upon seeing Wang Ya asking for a hug, Ansheng recited, and directly jumped off Ba Mountain Mosquito's shoulder onto Wang Ya's shoulder.
"How could I? I'm not like that."
Wang Ya received Master Fuli, smiled, gently placed him on her lap, and cuddled the fluffy fur.
Fennec Foxes are nice, but their fluffiness can't compare to Red Foxes.
"By the way...."
Wang Ya and Master Fuli cuddled for a moment and seemed to recall official matters, turned around, took the sorted documents from the side, spread them on the table for others to see.
"Deciphering work is underway, but...I feel this matter should be reported to Principal Li."
Wang Ya selected two photos. One depicted what Master Fuli previously saw, a relief of an ovary looking like a pathological change.
While on another photo, something akin to blood vessels entwined around an oval sphere.
"According to our comparative translation and database-presented records, the metal wall's relief belongs to the earliest writing of the First Epoch, similar to the pictographic style of our civilization."
Wang Ya pointed to the spherical photo and said: "The character's meaning includes 'self,' 'imprison,' 'constraint.'
"While the diseased ovary relief harbors meanings like 'ill,' 'source of uncontrollable pathology,' and 'spoiled.' That metal wall should be an introduction to the site's intended function, akin to exhibition walls seen upon entering a museum."
"Though the translation isn't completed, from here, it's evident the site's former use; possibly akin to a detention chamber for mental patients."
The First Epoch's writing contained multiple meanings within a single glyph, forming a polysemous character system.
Wang Ya spoke and reported to Li Wenkang the already confirmed matters at hand.
"Hmm...."
Li Wenkang pondered upon hearing this, showing contemplation.
Wang Ya summoning him and speaking about this matter was a clear reminder.
Those sites from the past were no pushovers. Despite countless years gone by, it can't be guaranteed that, with the Spiritual Particles recovery in progress, something inside managed to endure.
If it truly exists, then matters might become very tricky.
"Your implication is...." asked Li Wenkang.
"If the site is from the First Epoch, removing items inside may be incredibly simple; sometimes a cellular structure carries immense information."
"I advise enhancing the inspection intensity," Wang Ya suggested.