Section 5, Evidence

Composition of family members: Brief.

Uncle Liu Jingsheng has a very irritable temper. He has always taken pride in his name. During the initial period of being trapped in the underground base, many people were deceived by his name. He has hit me twice, both times because I accidentally discovered that he was secretly sleeping with Aunt Monica

Zhao Yi did not argue, but only intensified his tone, saying: "The only one."

I am not a mental patient. My thinking and memory are both perfectly normal

Uncle Tovey's age appears much younger than his actual years. He is the best mechanic in the base. His interest in machinery is as intense as an addiction to cigarettes that he can never shake off. He is an alcoholic, often drinking himself into a stupor. Alcohol seems to have become an indispensable part of his life. Sometimes I even suspect that the liquid flowing through his veins includes a portion of strong liquor like 'Special Supply Red Star Erguotou'. He often tells me stories, boasting about his interactions with the beautiful barmaids at the base bar... Sometimes I even suspect that the liquid flowing through his veins includes a portion of strong liquor like 'Special Supply Red Star Erguotou'. He often tells me stories, boasting about his interactions with the beautiful barmaids at the base bar...

A subconscious doubt flickered in Mo Wei's eyes. Although he did not know what he truly intended to do, he did not refuse the request

... ...

Morris could not help but furrow his brow, the smile on his face gradually fading. Deep within his eyes, a coldness emerged, imbued with a sharp, scrutinizing gaze

A personal name is written on the paper

He extended his right hand and pointed to the notebook placed on the table by the captain, saying, "There is still paper"

Nearly three months have passed since the first interrogation. The captain's desk is piled high with testimonies and various audio materials concerning Zhao Yi. For each individual listed, Mo Weisi has meticulously retrieved documents from the military information database for comparison, leaving no stone unturned and overlooking absolutely no detail

I do not like to joke

Zhao Yi nodded slightly

It seems that we must return to the original topic.

(Time and Related Records, Omitted) Killed in action during the Siege of Fortress S12. The list of casualties has been recorded together with all members of the unit. There are no records of voluntary surrender or capture, and he was thirty-four years old at the time of death. Jointly approved by the Federal Defense Headquarters and the Parliament, he is posthumously awarded the title of "Federal Hero" and conferred the final rank of Major General in the Army

Current military rank: Lieutenant Colonel

Approximately fifteen minutes later, the notebook was handed from Zhao Yi to Mo Weisi. Accompanying it was the carbon pen, which had been closely monitored by the captain and had never left his sight, possibly to be used as a weapon.

I am very busy and cannot possibly waste all my time on you

At such a close distance, Zhao Yi clearly saw the anger emanating from Captain Mo Weisi's eyes. It was filled with the experience and wisdom accumulated by an old intelligence officer, a hint of pity for himself, and an unchangeable stance and determination.

Morris stared wide-eyed, his gaze filled with intimidation and hatred, timidly and anxiously fixating on the red slender needle that lingered at the "199" mark. Unconsciously, he clenched his left fist, gritted his teeth, and emitted a "squeaking" sound through the gaps in his lips. This futile standoff between man and machine lasted nearly ten seconds, and the captain ultimately could not alter the reality of his overweight condition, sighing in resignation as he shook his head and stepped down from the scale. Perhaps as an act of retaliation, he took a large bite of the hot dog bun in his right hand, chewing vigorously.

Captain Morris looked at him meaningfully, slowly opened the notebook placed in front of him, and said, "Perhaps you don't need such things at all"

Resume: Brief.

Died in the S12 fortress siege, with no records of voluntary surrender or capture, at the age of twenty-eight. Jointly approved by the Federal Defense Headquarters and the Parliament, posthumously recognized with the title of "Federal Hero" and awarded the final rank of Brigadier General Medical Officer.

The interrogation room is located on the underground second floor of the intelligence department. To be precise, this is actually a conceptual term for the entire level. The small room where Zhao Yi is currently situated is just one of many buildings with similar functions.

Zhao Yi looked at him intently, his expression remaining calm.

According to Zhao Yi himself, these two individuals should be his biological parents. If it were not for the overwhelming evidence indicating that he is not lying, with the data and testimonies matching with a high degree of accuracy, reaching 100 percent, Mo Weisi would certainly not have made the statement he just did

I have no interest in playing such a boring game with you

He sat there quietly, speaking calmly. The anger in Lieutenant Mowis's heart gradually extinguished, replaced by a feeling that hovered between curiosity and disbelief. He began to furrow his brow, earnestly capturing every noteworthy detail in Zhao Yi's voice, rather than merely listening to it as a story.

In Mo Wei's voice, there is an undeniable affirmation: "Everyone admires heroes. I am no exception"

Even the most responsible intelligence officer must eat

Zhao Yi slowly licked his lips, fell silent for a few seconds, and then said with emphasis: "If I truly am the sole survivor of the restructured 81st Division... what would you feel?"

Composition of family members: Brief.

The short and thick hour hand on the watch has unknowingly passed four numerical markers, while Zhao Yi has only just recounted eight names from the hundreds listed on the paper.

I have carefully examined your personal belongings. Among them, I did not find any medication for treating tonic-clonic seizures (sedatives)

Within fifteen minutes, to write down five hundred and forty-four names from memory requires a deep familiarity with the names being written. Strengthening memory through recitation makes this task quite manageable. Especially for someone like Mowis, an experienced intelligence officer who has invested an evolutionary point in brain development, he could even perform better than this.

I will be the first to take a photo with you and request your signature on the picture

Tovi, Liu Jingsheng, Ma Mulik, Chen Hang, Hu Rundong

Zhang Xiaoyun, female, Chief Physician of the S12 Fortress Field Hospital of the Earth Federation Army. Identity Number: AT05712184

The air conditioning was running in the interrogation room, yet Morvis still felt sticky all over, his military-style shirt almost clinging to his skin. This season was already extremely hot, compounded by his obesity, which far exceeded the normal weight. It was uncomfortable, but he could not blame anyone.

Incredible, this fellow's father is actually a general

Could you give me a pen? I would like to write something

Morris's face displayed a chilling expression of anger and disdain, with the wrinkles on his forehead deepening. He suppressed the urge to explode in anger, raised his voice, and said in a low tone: "You are very young, and I can understand the actions taken in the name of so-called ideals, even to the extent of disregarding your own life or sacrificing your freedom. However, this is not commendable. Before you disguise your identity with such a clumsy excuse, you should at least train yourself to be more skilled. I did not directly imprison you or hand you over to a military tribunal because I wanted to give you a chance to be honest." Before you disguise your identity with such a clumsy excuse, you should at least train yourself to be more skilled. I did not directly imprison you or hand you over to a military tribunal because I wanted to give you a chance to be honest.

Looking at his own face in the mirror, which had already sprouted short and coarse facial hair, Zhao Yi smiled faintly and shifted his attention to Morris, who was sitting opposite him

Morris gradually narrowed his eyes

Just yesterday, Mo Weisi was diligently reviewing various materials related to the reorganization of the 81st Division. Among the documents printed and organized by the computer, there was one page whose text matched this list before him perfectly, word for word.

The story is quite good and very engaging

The handwriting on the paper was somewhat hasty, but it was sufficient to clearly discern the name of each individual it represented. Mowis raised his eyelids without a change in expression, glancing at the watch on his wrist, silently calculating the time

Captain Morris is an evolved individual with Level 2 expansion capabilities in the field of brain domain development. He did not interrupt Zhao Yi's narration, but instead connected his portable microcomputer to the Military Archives Management Bureau. Based on the name identification numbers and indexes, he retrieved relevant classified information about personnel that he could access, and compared it with the parts mentioned in the narrative to conduct an initial verification of the authenticity of these statements.

This opening imposed a certain restriction on everything that Mo Wei was about to say. As he pushed back his chair and stood up, he fixed his gaze, unchanged in its coldness, on the person opposite him and said: "Write down everything you know, word for word. Later, I will also need recordings of your other stories. This room is equipped with the most comprehensive surveillance facilities; consider yourself a king addressing thousands of subjects. Of course, you cannot see them, nor can they see you."

While sucking on the ketchup that had gotten on his fingers, Mowis flipped through the several documents he had just organized. His gaze lingered on the names "Zhao Heng" and "Zhang Xiaoyun" at the end of the list. The expression on his face grew increasingly serious.

The archives clearly document the biographies of these two individuals

Zhao Yi gazed at him and said calmly and sincerely: "I am not a spy. Things are not as you imagine them to be."

This list belongs to the non-classified public archives of the Earth Federation. After the Fortress Battle, all remaining personnel of the reorganized 81st Division were posthumously recognized as martyrs. Identical lists, along with biographical information and places of origin for all soldiers and officers, can be found in martyr cemeteries across various regions and at the capital's military museum. Anyone willing to take the time can obtain the same information through computer search software from the official military website of the Federation.

He had once seen this list

This clearly cannot serve as evidence, nor does it represent anything significant

The area of the room is not large, approximately 20 square meters. Apart from the table placed in the center, there are only two metal folding chairs. On the adjacent wall, there is a large mirror that occupies the entire wall. In fact, it is a perspective template that has a visual obstruction effect.

The rank held at the time was Major General

I am indeed a survivor of the reorganized 81st Division

The captain shrugged his shoulders and smiled, saying, "Can you tell me why we need to do this?"

The last sentence is clearly a humorous jest that the captain considers to be witty

This is the list of remaining personnel sent to the Federal Army Headquarters at the final moments of the great battle at Fortress S12 eighteen years ago. Among them, there are five hundred and twelve base personnel and their family members, as well as thirty-two experts dispatched by the Federal Academy of Sciences, totaling five hundred and forty-four individuals

At the moment Lieutenant Mowis was about to leave the room, he seemed to recall something. He turned around and said in a slow yet persuasive tone: "I never wrong anyone, nor will I be deceived by clumsy tricks. I do not understand why you must do this, but it is not wise. No matter how well the story is crafted, it cannot turn a lie into reality"

Uncle Mamuric's appearance resembled that of the barbarians from ancient legends. He claimed to have Viking pirate blood, often painted, and enjoyed writing poetry. I was his only reader. Of course, it was not voluntary, but rather forced upon me. I could not resist. At that time, I was only four years old

Zhao Yi clearly understood the hidden meaning behind his words

In the depths of his eye sockets, wrapped in wrinkles, Mo Wei Si slowly released a coldness devoid of any compassion. He picked up the carbon ink pen placed on the table, capped it, and shook his head with a hint of regret, saying: "I originally thought you were still young and would be a bit smarter. I didn't expect that you are just as foolish as those who think they disguise themselves well"

He gently recounted each person on the list, without using any ornate or flowery language; his words were clear and detailed, as if narrating a series of personal resumes. Although the language occasionally became overly intricate, it was not off-putting; rather, it evoked a sense of interest akin to listening to a familiar person ramble on during leisure time. Each name is a story. Behind each name, Zhao Yi would add special titles such as "uncle," "elder uncle," or "grandfather." It was as if they were his most familiar and closest family members.

You are very close to them

Resume: Brief.

Having spoken, he turned and walked out of the room, with a loud "bang" the door closed and was locked

Morris has been in the interrogation room long enough. He is now in urgent need of a comfortable hot bath, a chilled beer, and an extra-large beef burger. Of course, there must also be thick country cream that is so dense it requires a knife to cut, along with thick slices of roasted bacon or smoked chicken

The captain struggled to unbutton the top button of his collar, revealing several layers of neck fat, and let out a long sigh. He slipped his left hand into his pocket, pulled out a red checkered handkerchief, and wiped his forehead, while his right hand picked up a piece of paper filled with names that was placed on the table. He casually tucked it into his notebook, closed it, and stared at Zhao Yi for a few seconds before saying seriously: "From now on, you must do two things"

Zhao Heng, male, Commander of the 81st Division of the Earth Federation Army. Identity Number: AT05369940

The needle on the scale is as detestable as the stubborn fat that refuses to diminish on the body

Well then! In the upcoming conversation, we can eliminate those unnecessary redundancies, which will save a considerable amount of time