Song Qiao, no, it should be Song Qiao now!
Song Qiao's words made Zhou Wensheng quite angry.
Ever since he put on these clothes, Zhou Wensheng had never been so nakedly humiliated by a criminal!
"Old Zhou! Don't fall into his trap! Stay awake! Stay rational!" Just when Zhou Wensheng was about to crush his back molars, Su Xiaoqing's comforting voice came from the earphones again.
Zhou Wensheng frowned, suppressing the anger that was about to burst out from his heart, and his fists that were clenched white gradually loosened and regained their color.
"Should I call you Song Qiao or Song Qiao now?" After a few calm deep breaths, Zhou Wensheng's tone was as calm as a lake.
Song Qiao was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips and he said, "As expected of a leader in the police community, he is quite calm!"
"You should call me Mr. Song, we are all intellectuals." Song Qi'ao paused and added.
"Mr. Song, can you tell me why you, an intellectual, want to get such a jar?" Zhou Wensheng sneered at the corner of his mouth and glanced at the "bloody jar" in front of the interrogation table.
"Captain Zhou, I praised you just now as a leader in the police world, why did you turn around and ask such an inferior question..." Song Qiao said with a helpless and regretful laugh.
"Forget it, I guess even you police officers may not be able to understand things in this field. For the time being, I will be a voluntary folk guide and explain it to you." Song Qiao glanced at Dong Jianli's livid face. He said with a shrug.
"This is not an ordinary thing, this thing can make people immortal!"
One word came out and everyone was shocked.
Zhou Wensheng remembered what Lu Xiaohan had told him before about the soul hidden in the eyes.
At the same time, he also thought of the evil spirits Lu Xiaohan said!
Evil spirits come into the world,
Zhou Wensheng decided to ask for details!
He squinted his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, leaned on the backrest, changed into a comfortable sitting position, stared at Song Qiyao intently, and said, "Immortality?"
"Yes, immortality." Song Qiao's eyes were shining with excitement.
"It is the immortality that Qin Shihuang never achieved in his entire life!"
"You mean, these eyeballs can make people immortal?" Zhou Wensheng frowned.
"Of course!" Song Qiao raised his eyebrows and said proudly.
"Then you should tell me how to live forever." Zhou Wensheng suddenly felt that Song Qiao in front of him was not much smarter than Song Qiao.
"Do you know how to borrow your soul to extend your life?" Song Qiao's voice suddenly became hoarse and deep.
"It is said that as long as you get the eyeballs of five people with special fates and then use 81 souls to sacrifice to the sky, you can get the soul of the goddess to renew your life."
"What kind of destiny is called a special destiny?" Zhou Wensheng flicked the ashes of his cigarette and asked in a deep voice.
"Captain Zhou, I can't answer this question for you." Song Qi laughed proudly, "This is not something people at my level can know. If you want to know, then see if you have the ability to catch the guardian My lord." The arrogant and provocative smile was revealed in his eyes without concealment.
"Master Protector? Who?" Zhou Wensheng's brows knitted into knots.
Song Qi'ao faced Zhou Wensheng's questioning, but chose to keep silent.
He looked at Zhou Wensheng provocatively, with a proud smile on his lips.
"Don't tell? Still don't know?" Zhou Wensheng had a sneer on his lips.
Since Song Qiao could provoke him openly or covertly, he could also return the provocation.
Zhou Wensheng's sudden provocation made Song Qiyao stunned.
With just such a mistake, Zhou Wensheng could clearly see the emotions in Song Qiyao's eyes.
It seems that Song Qi'ao doesn't know who this Lord Protector is, but Song Qi'ao has an unspeakable fear of the Lord Protector.
"If your Lord Protector knew that you were deceiving him with fake eyeballs, what do you think he would do to you?"
Song Qiao couldn't help but be startled by Zhou Wensheng's words.
Fake?
How could it be fake?
Was it taken away by the protector?
Or was Zhou Wensheng deceiving him?
Even Song Qiao, who looked calm and arrogant, had an imperceptible panic flashing through his eyes at this moment.
But just for a moment, Song Qiao seemed to have thought of something. The panic in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by a cold calmness.
"Of course Lord Protector will thank me." Song Qiao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
At that moment, Song Qiao silently counted the days.
He knew that the eyeballs were indeed fake.
Really, it has been taken away by his protector.
"It's you, Captain Zhou." Song Qiao didn't give Zhou Wensheng a chance to ask further questions, and continued, "Just for the fake eyeballs in a glass jar, don't you think it's a little inappropriate to go all out to kidnap me here? "
Zhou Wensheng was slightly startled, and he suddenly felt like he was being overturned.
Zhou Wensheng raised the corners of his lips, sneered, and said, "Since Mr. Song feels that this jar of fake eyeballs is not worth inviting Mr. Song here to talk, let's talk about Han Weiwei."
Just when Su Xiaoqing told Zhou Wensheng that Song Qiao was Song Qiao's second personality, an idea came to Zhou Wensheng's mind -
Maybe Han Weiwei's death can find a breakthrough here in Song Qiao!
Song Qi'ao was stunned, and the smile that had just felt a little proud froze on his face.
He didn't expect Zhou Wensheng's thinking to be so jumpy!
"I believe you should know more about Han Weiwei's death than Song Qiao."
Zhou Wensheng just looked at Song Qiao with a smile.
After a two-minute stalemate like this, Song Qiao broke the silence.
"Captain Zhou is indeed quite capable!" Song Qiao raised his eyebrows, "Yes, I know exactly how Han Weiwei died. I can also tell you what happened to Han Weiwei. But."
Song Qiao suddenly stopped talking, looked at Zhou Wensheng with a smile on his face, and said slowly: "I have a condition."
"Song Qi'ao! Who do you think you are? Where do you think you are? Why do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?!" Song Qi'ao's attitude made Zhou Wen Sheng gnash his teeth with hatred, and he wished he could kill Song Qi'ao every minute. He was dragged to the execution ground and shot.
Song Qi'ao watched Zhou Wensheng venting calmly, then turned his gaze to Dong Jianli and said quietly: "If you don't want to know, then forget it. I happen to be tired too, so why not let Song Qiao talk to you instead?" .”
Dong Jianli glanced at Zhou Wensheng. After a brief exchange of eyes between the two, Zhou Wensheng had to suppress his anger and gritted his teeth: "What conditions?!"
"I'll tell you everything about Han Weiwei's death, and you let me go back." Song Qiao looked at Zhou Wensheng with a smile.
It looked like a smile, but there was no emotion in his extremely cold eyes.
