"Who are you?"
The short man was very brave, and he showed no fear when he fell into the hands of others.
Those who didn't know thought he still held some life-saving trump card in his hand.
Mo Jiuye snorted coldly and kicked the short man hard, just to remind him to recognize his situation.
The force of this kick was so strong that the short man screamed in pain. At the same time, an inexplicable fear arose in his heart.
When he was about to ask the other party again why he was caught, he suddenly felt his body being hit hard by something heavy.
He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye could see clearly.
It's rice balls!
Seeing the male owner kicking the man angrily, it also wanted to come and help.
The originally very serious scene was almost offended by the little guy's participation.
Now is not the time for Fantuan's mischief. He Zhiran couldn't help laughing and sent the little guy to the bamboo forest to let him play on his own.
The short man also came to his senses, thinking that his famous Gu master in southern Xinjiang had been tricked by a black and white dumpling.
An urge to scold his mother suddenly arose in his heart, but when he saw Mo Jiuye's sharp and cold eyes, he instantly lost his confidence.
"You...what are you going to do?"
Mo Jiuye glanced at him sideways and asked coldly: "Tell me everything about Mr. Simeng."
"This is impossible, just kill me!" the short man replied decisively.
Hearing this, Mo Jiuye took out a dagger and slapped the short man on the face several times.
"It's easy to want to die. Since you don't want to say anything, I can't let you die happily."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger quickly moved and cut off one of the short man's fingers.
The short man screamed in pain: "Ah...who are you? I have no enmity with you. Why do you do this to me?"
"You have no right to know who I am. If you tell me the answer I want, I will give you a happy answer."
In order to verify that he was not joking, Mo Jiuye put the dagger on his other finger again.
That way is telling the short man that as long as you dare to say no, you don't want this finger anymore.
He Zhiran also prepared a pocket watch for hypnosis. If Mo Jiuye couldn't find anything out by asking like this, she would try to use hypnosis.
And she could tell that he was afraid of Mo Jiuye's threats to the short man, and he insisted on refusing to say anything.
In this case, most of the time it happens because someone has some control over it.
Since there was an unexplainable reason, after Mo Jiuye cut off three of his fingers again, the result was still the same.
He Zhiran stepped forward and tugged on Mo Jiuye's sleeve.
"I'll try."
As soon as she finished speaking, she squatted in front of the short man.
"Since you don't want to say it, we won't force you. I have something here that I don't know if you recognize."
While he was talking, He Zhiran was already shaking his pocket watch in front of the short man.
The short man was very serious about identifying the moving object in front of him at first, but for some reason, he felt drowsy after staring at the thing for a long time.
Soon, his eyes became blurred.
In order to verify whether the hypnosis was successful, He Zhiran first asked some simple questions.
"May I have your name?"
The short man: "My name is Huang Xu."
He Zhiran: "Where are you from?"
Huang Xu: "I am from the capital city of Southern Xinjiang."
He Zhiran: "Where do you live?"
Huang Xu: "I live in Simeng Villa."
After asking these questions, combined with Huang Xu's dull eyes, He Zhiran could definitely conclude that he had entered a hypnotic state.
She turned to look at Mo Jiuye and motioned for him to come forward and ask.
Mo Jiuye squatted beside his wife and asked in a deep voice, "Who is Mr. Simeng?"
Huang Xu struggled for a moment and finally said, "Mr. Simeng is my master."
Mo Jiuye: "Where is he?"
Huang Xu: "I don't know. I haven't seen my master in three years."
Hearing that he didn't know, Mo Jiuye frowned immediately.
He Zhiran shook his pocket watch and continued to ask: "How can I find your master?"
Huang Xu: "My master is elusive. If he comes to see me for something, he will naturally appear."
He Zhiran: "What if you have something urgent to report to your master?"
Huang Xu: "If there is an emergency, the news can only be sent to Dashun West before July every year. He will go to the West once every July."
He Zhiran: "When you go to the Western Region in July, where can you find him?"
Huang Xu: "I don't know this. I have never gone to the Western Region to find the master."
He Zhiran continued to ask: "Didn't anyone else go to the Western Region to find your master?"
Huang Xu: "I haven't looked for it."
He Zhiran knew that Huang Xu could not lie under hypnosis, which only meant that he really did not know where Mr. Simeng was.
Since she didn't know, there was no need for her to continue asking such questions.
"What's your master's name?"
Huang Xu: "My master's name has never been made public. I just heard from my senior brother that his surname is Shao."
Sure enough, his surname was Shao. When her mother-in-law recounted this past incident, she mentioned that the young master from an aristocratic family who admired Yuan Meng was surnamed Shao, and Mr. Simeng was also surnamed Shao. There was no doubt that the two were the same person.
He Zhiran continued to ask: "What does your master look like?"
Huang Xu: "My master has white hair. He changes his face every time he sees us, so I don't know his true appearance."
Speaking of white hair, the first thing He Zhiran thought of was the white-haired childlike appearance that Yunli once said.
She continued to ask: "When your master showed up, did he look like a child with white hair and white hair?"
Huang Xu: "There was only one time when he appeared with white hair and a childish face, and the other two times he appeared as a woman and an old man."
He Zhiran: "You don't even know his true appearance, how can you judge his identity?"
Huang Xu: "My master has a token in his hand, and we all rely on the token to identify him."
After asking so many questions, it can be said that there are no useful clues, other than to confirm that Mr. Simeng is the person Mrs. Mo said.
He Zhiran observed Huang Xu's hypnotic state and found that there was no sign of waking up. In this case, she simply asked more questions.
"Did you release the snakes at the entrance to Simeng Villa?"
"We put it there." Huang Xu answered simply.
"Why?" He Zhiran asked.
Huang Xu: "Before the Chinese New Year, one of my junior brothers went out to buy supplies and has not returned yet. We were worried about the safety of the villa, so we released the snakes there."
He Zhiran: "Who controls the snakes?"
Huang Xu: "It's my senior brother."
He Zhiran: "Who is your senior brother?"
Huang Xu: "That's the person with me."
He Zhiran: "What about the colorful frog at the bottom of the well?"
Huang Xu: "Those are the treasures raised by my senior brother."
He Zhiran: "Is the wellhead the passage into your secret room?"
Huang Xu: "Yes."
He Zhiran: "How many people are still in the secret room now?"
Huang Xu: "In addition to the one person under our care, there are also three of my junior brothers here."
