Enchanter

Chapter 1 Questions ([-])

Anyway, having nothing to do, the scalpel said to play cards to spend the rest of the time, so that the time would pass faster.

Yin Hui shook his head and said: "I believe everyone knows the importance of this prisoner, so let's concentrate all our energy on looking at Lao Mao." After speaking, he turned to look at Lao Mao.

I remembered that Lao Mao was still helping them as a friend a few days ago.It's only been a few days, and the gap between them has grown so far.

"I don't like this guy for a long time. He looks like a mouse, and I know at a glance that he stays with him because he is greedy for the beauty of thorns. Today, he is more vicious than I imagined." The sniper looked at Yin Hui stared at Lao Mao with some regret, feeling a burst of emotion in his heart.

"Yes." The scalpel also echoed, looking at the down-and-out old Mao, waving the saber, reflecting a series of brilliance.

"In my opinion, if we have nothing to do, we might as well interrogate him." The sniper was bored, looking at Lao Mao who was also idle and bored.

Yin Hui shook his head: "Forget it, Lao Mao was hit with a few acupuncture points by thorns, and he can only barely have the strength to breathe. How can he interrogate if he doesn't have the strength to speak?"

The sniper smiled faintly: "I was just joking, but you actually took it seriously. You have no sense of humor. Oh, yes, scalpel, do you think that once a person becomes an official, he will have no sense of humor?"

The scalpel thought about it carefully, and finally almost jumped up in surprise: "You are right, there is really such a possibility."

And the reason why he didn't shoot the case was because there was no case in front of him.

Seeing the two of them startled and pretending, Yin Hui repeatedly smiled wryly: "Come on, I just feel that the responsibility on my shoulders is too heavy. I'm neurotic. I apologize to you two."

"That's about the same." The two nodded in satisfaction.

After five o'clock, Dongfang showed a pale belly, and the two of them felt a little relieved.When the sun is out, Japanese onmyojis dare not act recklessly.

And it is estimated that they do not know the news of Lao Mao's arrest at this point. Their worries are really superfluous.

Early in the morning, Thorn rushed to the underground prison at the headquarters of the National Security Bureau.

This place is very closely guarded, and the hell is located underground. Even if the other party comes to find Lao Mao's whereabouts, it will take a long time. After such a long time, people from the National Security Bureau will definitely find out.

Under the leadership of the staff, Thorn followed many bends and finally came to this underground prison.

Looking at the dying bramble lying in it, the expression on her face did not change at all, it was cold.

Yin Hui's suspicion that there was only one expression on her face was a little more serious.

"Old Mao." Thorn looked at the familiar person in the cage: "I hope you can cooperate with my work and confess all the information you know, otherwise even I can't save your life." After finishing speaking, she ordered The staff opened the prison door, got in, and tapped several acupuncture points on his body.

Keke, Keke.

He coughed violently, and his strength gradually recovered.However, he was injured by the thorns yesterday, and he has no strength to fight back, so don't worry about him running away.

"Tell me, have you surrendered to the Onmyoji family? What exactly do they want? What is the purpose of what they did in China?" Thorn asked condescendingly, looking down at Lao Mao who was about to step into the haze of death.

"I...don't know. Cough." Lao Mao spat out a mouthful of blood, and answered intermittently, with a weak voice, as if it was the words of a dying old man at the last moment.

"I don't know?" Thorn was surprised, and sighed: "Old Mao, we have worked together for so many years, I don't want to turn against each other in the end, even if you die, I don't want you to die by my hands. You just need to explain Provide all the information, and I will let you survive." Although Thorn's attitude was very cold, Lao Mao believed her words.He understands her, spitting is a nail, and he never regrets it.

"I'm sorry... Boss, I... can't... tell you about this matter. Because... there are too many people involved. I... I can't betray... Master." Lao Mao tried hard There was a smile on his face, and his voice was bleak.

"Well, I believe you." Looking at Lao Mao's devout eyes, Thorn nodded.Not interrogating, but out of the cage.

"What... What's going on?" The few people standing outside watching were dumbfounded.

This is simply child's play, is this a polite conversation, or is it an interrogation of a prisoner?Why did she just ask briefly, and the other party didn't say more seductive words if she didn't answer?

This... this is too unprofessional.

As if seeing the doubts on everyone's faces, Thorn replied: "I know Lao Mao's character. As long as he believes in something, he will not say it even if he is killed."

No wonder others say that officials are a little neurotic.Now it seems that both of them are neurotic.

"Then... how do we deal with him? Kill him?" Conan Doyle asked, looking at Lao Mao who was meditating in the cage.

Thorn shook his head: "Keeping him is of great use. We will use him as bait to catch bigger fish." As he spoke, he walked out of the aisle of the cage, not shying away from being heard by Lao Mao.

So what if he heard it?He couldn't tell the people over there.

"By the way, there is still a meal that I haven't invited today." Yin Hui looked at the scalpel: "Even if I invite you to have a breakfast."

The scalpel looked at Yin Hui helplessly: "What the hell is your brain doing, you remember such a little bit of sesame and mung beans. Well, please ignore it."

While talking, he walked to the breakfast stall at the gate of the National Security Bureau: "Boss, each person has a basket of buns."

Seeing the business coming, the boss limped over to greet them, and his wife brought a basket of steamed buns.

The headquarters of the NSA is located in a somewhat backward and impoverished area, so there are few restaurants nearby.Because the management of the National Security Bureau is relatively strict, there are also restaurants inside the National Security Bureau, and eating out is not allowed to avoid malicious poisoning.

But these people are not people who work in the headquarters of the National Security Bureau, so they have no restrictions on eating.

There is only one breakfast stall nearby, and they have no choice.

"Please use it slowly." After the old man's wife brought a few baskets of steamed buns, she returned them with a smile.

The old man must be 50 or 30 years old, but his wife still has some charm, and she looks only [-] years old.

After guarding the prisoners all night, the sniper was already hungry and was about to grab a small steamed bun and swallow them.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Yin Hui patted him, motioning him to retract his palm.

"What are you doing?" the sniper asked complainingly, while extending his other hand.

"Don't eat yet." Yin Hun shouted.

Conan Doyle and the others who had stretched out their hands to grab the steamed buns were also stunned, and asked incredulously, "What's wrong?"

"I just have a few words to ask the old man." Yin Hui looked at the smiling old man and said.

The old man's face was full of honest wrinkles, and he smiled again and again and said, "Enen, please ask, please ask."

"I don't know how old the old man is? Where is he from?" Yin Hui's attitude was respectful.

"Strange, why ask these questions after eating a steamed bun?" The scalpel was also puzzled.

"I'm 45 years old today. I'm from the south." The old man answered very simply and skillfully.

"Oh. That's your wife?" Yin Hui pointed to the middle-aged woman sitting in the house who was busy doing something.

"Oh, yes." The old man seemed very satisfied with his wife and looked very proud.

"Oh? I wonder how old your wife is this year?"

"In my early thirties. Hehe. It's my old man's luck. My daughter-in-law's head is a little abnormal, so she married me." The old man replied happily while looking at the big smoke in the smoke pot.

"Then I don't know what the filling of your bun is?" Yin Hui asked again.

"Is it made of pork stuffing?" The old man's face turned a little strange, but he still answered quickly.

"Then I wonder if it's convenient for you to have one for us to see?" Yin Hui looked at the old man and said.For the old man's discolored expression just now, he seems to have gone so far.

"Then... this bun money..." The old man looked at Yin Hui with some embarrassment.

"It's our fault." Yin Hui quickly replied.

"Hehe, then you're welcome." After finishing speaking, the old man picked up a steamed bun, swallowed it in two gulps, and took a sip of water, feeling a little angry: "Do you suspect that the steamed stuffed bun here is poisonous?"

"No." Yin Hui replied with a still calm expression, while thinking about something in his heart, frowning.

"What's the matter, Yin Hui, what's the problem you found?" Jing Ji and the others had long been confused by Yin Hui's series of strange actions, and they didn't know what he was doing.

"I really want to...feel something dirty inside the bun." Yin Hui closed his eyes.

His yin and yang eyes have long felt that the yin energy inside the bun is heavy, and he really wants to wrap something strange.But what it was, he couldn't figure it out yet.

As soon as they heard something dirty, Yellow Crane Tower grabbed a bun and opened it to have a look.

The fresh and tender meat filling is exposed from the thin skin, exuding an attractive color, and the fragrant oil soup rolls down the bun skin, and the aroma is tangy.

"Hmph, if you suspect that my steamed stuffed bun has something dirty, then my steamed stuffed bun has dirty stuff. Hmph, old man, I won't sell it to you anymore." After finishing speaking, he was about to put away the steamed stuffed bun.

"No?" Yellow Crane Tower opened another one, which was also fresh and tender.

"That's strange." Yin Hui scratched his head helplessly, wondering if I made a mistake?

Looking at the old guy's simple and honest appearance, his opinion was further strengthened.

But how could such an old guy have such a young and beautiful wife?There must be something strange about this.

"Old man, we are members of the National Security Bureau, and we have always been very strict in our work. We will pay for this bun." Conan Doyle hurriedly smoothed things over: "This is bun money, you can take it."

After speaking, he took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

The old man angrily snatched a hundred yuan, then limped into the room.

Seeing this, Yin Hui finally determined that there was something wrong with the old guy.

However, he couldn't say it clearly, and was going to make a surprise attack: "Thorn, did you see that the old guy was limping just now, it was his left leg, but why is he limping now? It's his right leg? This old guy must have bug."

Thorn nodded, staring at the old guy's leaving figure motionlessly.

"Cripple, it's time to take medicine." The middle-aged woman looked at the old man who walked in and said.

"Well, pour me a glass of water." The old man's voice was a little hoarse and hasty, as if he was very anxious.

"En." The middle-aged woman poured a glass of water and handed it to him, and the old guy took out a gourd from his pocket, and poured out a white pill from it.

Whoosh.

A gust of wind blows.

The bowl of water fell to the ground, and the bowl was broken.

But the gourd in the old man's hand and the white medicine that was poured out had disappeared.

Just when he was stunned, Yin Hui spoke up: "There is really something wrong with this gourd."

"You guys...you give me back my medicine quickly." The old man hurried out from the inside, limping, with bead-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, and his expression was very irritable: "That's my first aid. Time medicine, if he doesn’t take it, he will die.”

"Medicine for first aid?" Yin Hui smiled lightly, carefully weighing the gourd in his hand and a white pill in his hand.

This gourd is the one that the old man held just now.

Just now he just used the Taoist's top-secret walking kung fu, Kuixing kicked the fight, and easily snatched the gourd from this guy's hand.

"Hurry up...give it to me." The old man yelled in panic, and ran up with a limp, asking for the antidote.

"Old man, I don't know what disease you have?" Yin Hui asked quietly, with a treacherous smile on his face.

"Heart attack, heart attack." His panting also began to come short.

Conan Doyle asked curiously: "Yin Hui, return the medicine to him."

Yin Hui smiled lightly: "Give it back to him? Okay." After speaking, he threw the gourd over.

The old man hastily took the gourd, and then threw it down vigorously.

But the inside is empty, so there is no antidote.

"Little baby... don't... just kidding, hurry up and give it to me..." The old man held his stomach, his body was so weak that he couldn't support it anymore.

Yin Hui's right hand slowly stretched out, and a dozen white pills were in his hand, which were very conspicuous.