Count Rostovtsev glanced at the lost Peter Balak and asked casually: "So, Your Majesty the Governor, are you now taking the initiative to plead guilty and seek leniency? Or are you prepared to resist and refuse to repent?"
As he spoke, Count Rostovtsev pushed two pieces of paper in front of Peter Barak. One was mostly blank, and the other was a dark piece filled with various crimes, leaving only
Space for his signature.
Peter Barak swallowed hard. He knew very well that the first piece of white paper was for him to write a confession. According to Russian traditions and rules, he must make a good confession after confessing his guilt. It is best to write it with emotion.
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Of course, writing the confession with great emotion will not reduce his punishment. No matter how good the confession is, it will not reduce the punishment. The only effect is to add glory to the person handling the case and satisfy Nicholas I.
Peter Barak stared at the two pieces of paper as if they were two biting devils. His face alternated between blue and white several times, then he slowly raised his head and asked: "Do I have any?"
Bestuzhev. Leave the intelligence and key evidence of the case!"
Count Rostovtsev finally looked at him a little higher, because this guy was not stupid enough to forget to save himself. It seemed that he was planning to sell it to Count Shuvalov and Count Uvarov.
, in exchange for opening up the net.
It's just that Count Rostovtsev is not interested in this, because the truth is not important from the beginning, and even if he, Peter Balak, rebels, it is impossible to bring down Uvarov. Naturally, Rostovtsev
The Earl Husband could not possibly give him a way out.
So Count Rostovtsev just raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and replied: "So what?"
In fact, this is not a question, but a categorical denial. It means that nothing you say is of any use. Just confess your guilt and wait for death. Don't waste your efforts!
But Peter Barak was obviously unable and unwilling to accept this outcome. He danced like a dying struggle and said: "The inside story and truth of this case are definitely beyond your imagination. Earl, this case has implicated a large number of big shots and can make countless powerful people famous.
Sweep the floor, you should know the value of this. As long as you give me a chance, you can master these secrets right away, and you can..."
Count Rostovtsev was really not interested in listening to his nonsense and interrupted bluntly: "Do you plead guilty? Your Excellency, Governor, please make a decision quickly. Stop talking about these nonsense. Talking too much will only make you die faster.
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Peter Balak was choked because he had never expected that Count Rostovtsev would refuse so simply without leaving any room. Suddenly he became even more panicked. He didn't want to die or lose his current status, so he
He struggled violently and said:
"The secrets I have can help you reach a higher level, and can make you..."
Count Rostovtsev immediately stood up and turned around to leave, not even listening to what he was talking about there. He walked to the door and then ordered the military police: "If he still doesn't plead guilty after ten minutes, he will be escorted directly to St. Petersburg! By the way,
Remember to shut his mouth and don’t let his crazy words pollute your ears!”
As the door to the interrogation room slammed shut, Peter Barak slumped down on the chair. He knew that he was finished and had no chance at all. Looking at the blank confession book on the table, he burst into tears.
With his eyes spinning, he felt regret for the first time...
Count Rostovtsev walked briskly back to his office. Dealing with Peter Balak meant that the last stumbling block had been removed. The next thing to do was to finish.
Thinking of this, he said to Anton, who had been waiting for a long time in the office: "Is there anything unusual at Grand Duke Constantine?"
Anton nodded and replied: "Viscount Prozolov has been sitting still and not launching an attack. He is probably waiting for news from Peter Barak. As soon as it is confirmed that he has collapsed, he will probably launch the final attack immediately!"
"Where's Shuvalov?"
Anton was stunned. Because he was not responsible for monitoring Shuvalov, how could he know Shuvalov's situation?
Count Rostovtsev immediately realized his mistake. He had mistaken Anton for Sergey. Normally he would ask Sergey about such specific situations.
Count Rostovtsev chuckled: "Forget it, I'll ask Sergey!" Then he rang the bell and called Sergey in.
After Sergei entered the office, he first looked at Anton. He was not very fond of Anton. Then he turned to Count Rostovtsev. He bowed and asked: "Count, what do you have?"
Order?"
Count Rostovtsev repeated the question he just asked, and Sergey immediately replied: "He has been trying to contact Grand Duke Nicholas. He seemed a little disappointed when he heard that the Grand Duke was not here today."
Count Rostovtsev frowned slightly. He was not particularly satisfied with this answer, because Sergey knew what he really wanted to ask and should give a more specific answer.
"Is there no other action?"
Sergey carefully replied: "No more."
Count Rostovtsev's brows moved again, but in the end he didn't say anything. Instead, he waved his hand to let Sergey go out, and then asked: "What do you think?"
Anton was a little confused, because why should he ask this question? But he still answered honestly: "There is something wrong. This is not his style."
"Count Shuvalov's style?" Count Rostovtsev chuckled: "Do you know his style very well? What style does he have?"
Anton became increasingly speechless, but he still answered honestly: "His Excellency the Grand Duke once introduced this count to me in detail. He judged that this count is full of scheming and must be dealt with with caution!"
After a short pause, he continued: "In my opinion, a person who is cunning and difficult to deal with definitely has more than this ability."
Count Rostovtsev asked slowly: "Do you think he has external communication channels other than Grand Duke Nicholas?"
Anton shook his head and replied: "I don't know about that. After all, I'm not responsible for monitoring him, but it wouldn't be surprising if there were. But I don't think this is his main reliance. I think he may have a back-up plan!"
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"Is there any backup plan?" Count Rostovtsev clicked his tongue and asked slowly: "You mean he still has cards to play!"
Anton nodded directly and said: "It should be, otherwise he would not be so calm!"
Count Rostovtsev nodded and suddenly asked: "If I want to know what his trump card is, how sure are you that I can figure it out?"