(Dear book friends, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Mmmah)
Fan Keqin asked: "What about the half of the people who live outside?"
Wen Haizhu shrugged his shoulders as if in confusion and said, "I'm going to have dinner after get off work. I really don't know the details."
Fan Keqin continued to ask, "Then why don't you go to eat?"
Wen Haizhu smiled confidently and said: "I'm not hungry yet. When I get hungry, I'll just go to the opposite side and have a bite. My home is in Lotus Street, North District, and I can't go out, so I might as well stay in the company. , you can’t wander around in the streets.”
Fan Keqin said, "Well, that's a very reasonable explanation." He pointed at the room with his hand and said, "Is this your office?"
Wen Haizhu nodded and said: "Yes, come and sit down. I will make a pot of good tea for you brothers. The good thing I met at the teahouse half a year ago is Wuyishan Dahongpao. Just wait." Get up and walk out.
Fan Keqin put his shoulder and pressed down. His right hand suddenly bent his elbow and struck downward. It hit the opponent's pipa bone just right. There was a crisp click sound, and Wen Haizhu's face turned red from suppressing the pressure. After two or three seconds, he shouted out, "Ouch."
Fan Keqin didn't stop, grabbed the stool and dragged it to the side, dragging the boy directly to the ground. At this time, the agents had already reacted and put down their search work. Almost at the same time, they took out their guns and pointed them at Wen Haizhu. Seeing this, he immediately came over and helped Fan Keqin press him to the ground.
The oldest agent said, "Sir, is there something wrong with him?"
Fan Keqin replied: "There must be something wrong with this kid. As soon as I walked in, I heard you asking him for the dispatch record. Then he said that the dispatcher usually takes care of this matter and asked you to wait."
The agent understood immediately after hearing this and nodded: "Yes, but he just found those reporting records too quickly. He already knew where these things were."
"That's right." After Fan Keqin said this, he turned to Wen Haizhu and said, "Where is the radio station?"
Wen Haizhu stomped his feet in pain and shouted: "I'm just an ordinary person. Is there a problem with talking like this? You broke my bones just because of these words?... You... who is your commander? Ah?" Who is it? I’m going to sue you, sue you!!”
Fan Keqin smiled and said: "Why are you so anxious to prove that you are an ordinary person? And where are the employees of your company? You said you went to eat. Can you all go? I don't believe that the entire Jingshan residential area is now Even though the lockdown is on, these people are still in the mood to have a dinner together. Even if your employees are all big-hearted, how can you still have no one left in the company? Just leave you as a model manager? Who are you setting an example for?"
After saying this, Fan Keqin suddenly punched Wen Haizhu's previous pipa bone again. "Ouch. Ah!!" Wen Haizhu screamed again, as if he was crying, and said: "I'm convinced, I'm convinced, I'm really convinced, don't fight, don't fight. Just ask, whatever you want to know is fine , I still have a lot of money in the safe, the password is 367995, the key is in my trouser pocket, I told you, I told you."
Fan Keqin smiled and said: "You are really good at pretending. My brothers said before that you were acting too normal, but you were a little unsure, so I came here in person. Let's take a look. , now that you performed after being beaten by me for the second time, I can only say that you are indeed not an ordinary person." After saying that, he put his hand on Wen Haizhu's shoulder again and said: "Tell me, where is the radio station?"
Wen Haizhu wanted to struggle, but he was held down by three agents and could not move even half a minute. Moreover, if the lute bone in his shoulder is broken, it is equivalent to a direct loss of one hand. Even if he is a super veteran who kills without blinking an eye, he is basically finished now and has lost most of the conditions for resistance.
Wen Haizhu still grinned and shouted: "It's in the telegraph room. I've seen these people before. Hey! Why don't you speak for me? You can't lose your conscience as a human being. Have you seen them? Ah. Huh?"
These people ignored him at all. They would not make any unnecessary moves without Fan Keqin's inquiry or order.
Fan Keqin nodded and said: "The bones are really hard. You clearly know what I'm asking." Then he stood up straight, glanced at the old agent, and said: "Go call the headquarters and tell us what happened just now." I will report the matter to the director in detail and ask him to send more brothers over. I judge that this company is very valuable and we can continue to search in detail."
The old agent nodded, walked directly to the phone next to him, and called Dilcy's Restaurant. While he was talking on the phone, Fan Keqin asked the other agents to look at him, searched around the room, and collected pens, water bottles, and a stack of paper in a nearby location. Then unscrew the refill of the pen and open both ends to form a small tube. He began to use glue to connect the spout of the kettle. While he was doing this in an orderly manner, he said: "There is a very ancient punishment. It will make people stay still, and then use towels or paper to glue them in layer by layer. The victim's face is plastered, this kind of punishment can be found both at home and abroad, and the effect is very good."
As he spoke, he found a few more ropes for binding documents, hoisted the kettle, and then said: "The conditions are limited now, so I will improve it. You will be tied to the chair later, and then I will You will use the adhesive power of water to stick the paper on your face. Don't worry, the water flow will not be too big. Have you ever seen a drip injection in a hospital? It's similar to that. So the water will slowly fall on your face drop by drop. Then you will feel that time slows down and your breathing gradually becomes difficult. This is a punishment that really allows you to see the entire process of death. And now we are not in a hurry, so... I hope you To have a good experience.”
After that, Fan Keqin had already hung the kettle on a chandelier on the ceiling with a rope. Finally, he broke off the tip of the pen and the tail hose. He used the pencil sharpener he found to cut off a small section and then screwed it on the pen again. On the tube. I gently pulled one of the rope ends with my hand, and the kettle tilted accordingly, and the pen tip slowly began to drip water drop by drop. Seeing this, Fan Keqin was very satisfied and pulled the other rope end with his hand to regain the balance of the kettle.
Fan Keqin looked at Wen Haizhu and found that a trace of solemnity flashed across his eyes, and he returned to his previous state of fear. So he said lightly: "Don't try to hide it. There was a trace of solemnity in your eyes just now. If you were really an ordinary person, you would always be afraid, very worried, and nervous, but you would never have this emotion of solemnity... You are preparing to survive this punishment."
