Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Gu Beihua was still wrapped in his bloody shirt when he was arrested. There was a bunch of red blood on his chest. His face was gray and blue, his cheekbones were high, and his eyes were deeply sunken into his skin.

At the moment, what he shows is a kind of rare old state consistent with his real age.

And this kind of down and out look just right to please mu Yunshen, his dark eyes are not too fierce, even can almost be called warm eyes, slowly from the top of Gu Beihua's head all the way to his waist and abdomen covered by the narrow desktop.

He laughed and said softly, "it's already a joke anyway, and I'm afraid others will see it?"

Gu Beihua calmed down, pulled out a sneer, looked at mu Yunshen with pity, "where is this? I'm afraid it's hard to tell who is the real joke."

Mu Yunshen is facing his eyes without fear, and his tone is slightly surprised, "Oh? So, does boss Gu really arrange a way for himself to retreat? "

Gu Beihua squeezed out a sneer from between his lips and teeth. He took it back contemptuously and didn't answer.

Although he has fallen into this situation, he has never shown any panic. Since he entered this interrogation room, no matter how hard the other party is, or how sugar coated bullets are used, he has a calm appearance.

To borrow the words of the criminal policeman who just sent mu Yunshen, dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.

Seeing Gu Beihua, mu Yunshen understood. He's not afraid, just because he knows he won't die.

So even if he has been arrested in the police station, even if the crimes have been completely recorded through his mouth, even if he has experienced such a long trial, he can still keep calm and calm in the end.

He sat upright, in the chair where many ferocious criminals had sat, with his wrists tightly clasped under the cuffs, but his face was full of unyielding words.

For a very short moment, mu Yunshen even felt that the man in front of him was not a criminal, but a martyr who had been arrested by the criminal elements with ulterior motives of the enemy - the one with a face full of words like "die rather than surrender", and the word "serve the country faithfully" was tattooed on his forehead.

Instead, he became the abominable villain with the burning red iron in his hand.

Thinking of this, mu Yunshen was a little bit amused by the picture that he couldn't help coming out of his mind. He couldn't help laughing.

Gu Beihua immediately raised his head and stared at him. Looking at the posture, he thought mu Yunshen was really laughing at him.

However, master Mu didn't want to argue with him, so he accepted the tall hat without saying a word and continued, "anyway, it's all at this stage. What else can you do? I don't believe that the people you deployed dare to break into prison to save you, and they are still under the eyes of a group of police. But if not -- "

He narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and suddenly flashed a sharp light in his dark pupil. Then he sneered, "there are only two choices left. First, they obediently give up and wait for you to collect the corpse in a few years. Then they will change the salary they took from you into a shroud and give it back to you. As for the second one..."

He picked up his eyes playfully, and grinned at Gu Beihua a little bit, "I can only expect you to grow a pair of wings and fly out. I don't know which one does Mr. Gu like better? "

Gu Beihua didn't say a word, and there was no change in his face. After a while, he opened his mouth with a hoarse voice and pulled out a few broken syllables. "You're going to use this little trick to motivate me?"

"That's not the case." Mu Yun leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his long arms drooped on his thighs in a very relaxed posture, and the whole person looked a little uninhibited.

But this kind of uninhibited inner was rigidly framed by his regular suit without half silk pleats, and even the side didn't leak out.

After he said these words briefly, he stopped his mouth and stared at Gu Beihua so quietly, with the light twinkling in his eyes.

After a few minutes, he stretched his arms coldly and put his long legs back.

Gu Beihua hooked the corner of his lips and drew a right arc. His lips were full of sarcasm.

How, after a long time of respect, the tender young master finally can't stand the oppressive environment in the interrogation room. Do you plan to leave?

Also, I don't know how to repair this interrogation room. When people sit in it, they can feel the cool wind in all directions. The cold moisture seems to have eyes, and they keep drilling into the cracks of people's bones. The skin, bones and tendons ache.

He has been sitting in the same position for nearly seven hours, and he has been unconscious for a long time, but mu Yunshen thinks he can't stand it.

After all, he was a little boy.