Editing City Series:Volume1 Chapter 6 (section)

===Part 6===

At 2:37 PM, a single soldier entered the interrogation room.

Paul, Walter, and the interrogator who had already gotten to know them were inside, so there were now four people in the small room.

The soldier looked at the other three and spoke.

“What are you three doing?”

The two prisoners were collapsed on the table sleeping and the interrogator was glaring at them with his arms crossed.

The interrogator turned to the soldier.

“These two are crazy.”

“I can see that. No one normal could sleep in a situation like this.”

“Not that! How can they sleep after we injected them with truth serum? Who was it that said scholars are the most intellectual of people!? Their focus or willpower or whatever you want to call it is on the level of a giant beast!”

“Is that so?” The soldier did not seem to entirely understand, so he gave an arbitrary nod. “Then you should have used the kind of truth serum used for elephants.”

“There’s no point. Do you know what they said before going to sleep? They said you can fight truth serum by focusing your mind and strengthening your will. That’s when they started focusing on sleeping.”

“I see.”

After another arbitrary nod, the soldier circled behind the sleeping men.

“It doesn’t really matter, but I was ordered to send them into separate cells.”

“Separate cells?”

“Yes. It seems someone will be coming to rescue them, so the commander said we need to keep them separated.”

“I see. Then…”

“Don’t worry. The commander does not think you did anything wrong here.”

“But…”

“It’s fine. And you’re tired, aren’t you? You can’t interrogate them looking like that.”

“I’m not… I am not tired.”

“Saying that’s proof enough that you are. But can you help me carry them to their cells?”

“Sure.”

The interrogator stood and gently shook his weary head.

“I’ll take the young one.”

He moved behind Walter.

“Are you sure you can manage?”

“This isn’t much.”

“But you seemed to be having a lot trouble with them.”

“They are insane. I have no idea what they’re thinking.”

“Really?”

“They have no problem doing things hardened criminals wouldn’t do.”

“Now you’re just trying to scare me.”

“I’m serious. Honestly….”

With that, he shook Walter’s shoulder.

“Hey, wake up.”

“Mh…”

The young man’s eyebrows moved a bit.

The interrogator grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up.

“Are you awake yet?”

The young scholar opened his narrowed eyes a little.

“I’ve been staying up all night recently, so just five more minutes.”

He closed his eyes and about collapsed back onto the desk.

“Don’t go back to sleep!”

The interrogator frantically stuck his hands beneath Walter’s arms to support him. As he did, one hand happened to slip inside the front of the young scholar’s lab coat.

As soon as it did, Walter’s expression changed. His previously blank look grew distinct.

The interrogator’s hand had touched the photograph in his coat’s inner pocket.

“Don’t touch that!”

His elbow shot up on reflex and smashed into the other man’s jaw.

With a dull sound, the interrogator moved back from Walter and collapsed without even a chance to scream. He was clearly not getting up any time soon. He probably had no idea what had happened to him and his eyes closed from both the blow and his accumulated exhaustion.

Walter stood, looked down at the man, and sighed.

All of a sudden, he heard a gunshot.

“!”

Walter’s body lifted slightly into the air.

He had been shot.

This was similar to the events on the bridge. Back then, Oscar had placed a hand on his side arm, but things played out differently here. Oscar had realized Walter’s action was a misunderstanding, but this soldier had not.

Walter slowly fell to his knees.

And someone stood next to him.

“You son of a bitch!”

The soldier who had reflexively responded to the attack on his fellow soldier swore at Walter.

The handgun he held was trembling ever so slightly.