The soul travels through the eighteenth line, the female agent is killing crazy in the entertainment

When Tank woke up and a group of soldiers pointed guns at his head, he thought he had traveled through time and space to the "Chicken Eating" game.

He had never seen so many soldiers with live ammunition in his life.

He was not fully awake until he was handcuffed.

The brothers in the room begged, "I don't know anything!" "I'm just an errand boy!" "He's the one who killed people!" "Yes, it's him!"

In less than ten seconds, the brothers confessed Tank's crimes.

Jiang Qilan searched Tank's clothes for guns, ammunition, drugs, syringes and a black mobile phone.

Jiang Qilan put the phone in his palm, thought for a moment, turned it off and put it in his pocket.

Then, he walked in front of Tank.

"Tell me, where are those people?" Jiang Qilan said in a low tone.

Tank instinctively didn't dare to look at this man.

The strange thing is that this man is obviously amazingly handsome, but the first time he saw this man, he didn't think he was handsome, but felt instinctively afraid.

It was an invisible pressure.

It's hard to describe in words.

Like a person with thalassophobia, thrown into a small boat in the vast ocean, then looking down to see a shadow hundreds of times bigger than the boat swimming towards him from the bottom of the water;

Like a person with acrophobia, standing on a bungee jumping platform, being pushed down and realizing that he was not wearing a safety belt;

Like a person with trypophobia, seeing a moth's fat belly lay dense white eggs, each with small black eyes, and the next moment, being drowned by the moth eggs like a tide...

The kind of disgust and fear that cannot be overcome physiologically.

"I don't have much patience." Jiang Qilan looked at Tank coldly, "I'll ask again, where are they?"

Tank's rude and reckless spirit came up, and he stiffened his neck: "I fucking killed them all."

Da Li and the others were all anxious.

Murder?

Then wouldn't they be guilty of more crimes!

"No, no, no, officer! They are alive and well! Still in the woods!"

"Officer, no one was killed! No one is dead! They are all fine!"

A group of criminals talked at once.

Jiang Qilan took out a spring-loaded army knife from his waist, and the sharp blade popped out.

"Shh, don't make noise." Jiang Qilan said.

Everyone immediately fell silent.

Tank looked at the knife so close, spitting: "You can't hit people, I will sue you... Ah ah ah ah!"

His words were interrupted by a series of screams of pain.

Jiang Qilan held the knife upright and cut the flesh connecting his earlobe and cheek cleanly.

The flesh in this area is very thin, but there are still many nerves and blood vessels.

But after a little bleeding, the flesh of the earlobe and cheek stuck together.

Tank struggled in pain, but the soldiers holding him on both sides were so strong that he couldn't move at all.

This man!

Is he a lunatic?

Why did he use a knife without even saying hello!

Jiang Qilan made a "tsk" sound, stretched out his hand and pinched Tank's pitiful earlobe that was swollen like a cherry, kneading it with his thumb and index finger, and a few drops of blood flowed from the red earlobe.

The severe pain made Tank whimper and tremble, but he couldn't say a word.

Tank is a sadomasochist!

He enjoys the pleasure of sadomasochism, but he doesn't like being the one being abused!

This is not happy at all, and it is extremely terrible and painful!

Jiang Qilan turned his face and explained to the other soldiers in a flat tone, just like a teacher in the classroom answering questions and solving doubts for the soldiers.

Not hurried or slow, the voice is clear: "The earlobe is rich in nerves, the pain is strong, and the healing ability is very strong. Even if you do this..."

Jiang Qilan pulled the earlobe.

"Or like this."

He pinched the earlobe.

"Or like this," he pulled the ear out horizontally.

"Both can cause intense pain to the other party. Moreover, this wound is far from being a minor injury. During the arrest of a criminal, physical conflict and such wounds are within the permitted range. They do not count when examining the wound."

"And there are about sixty such places on the human body."

After explaining, Jiang Qilan turned around and looked at Tank up and down with the eyes of looking at slaughtered livestock, and said lightly: "Or do you want to try them one by one?"

The eyes were like entities, and the places they swept over could not help but hurt. Tank burst into tears and said with trembling lips: "No, no, I, I will tell you everything. I will tell you everything!"

Jiang Qilan put away the dagger with a "click".

Tank was like a frightened bird. Hearing this voice, he was so scared that his whole body trembled violently.

Jiang Qilan walked to Cheng Bosheng, "Give me two minutes. I will interrogate you."

Cheng Bosheng nodded.

Interrogation is a confidential matter, and no outsiders can be present.

Everyone in the room was taken out, leaving only Jiang Qilan and Tank.

"Where are those city people?" Jiang Qilan sat on a stool with his legs crossed.

"We lost them at the lumber mill. We never saw them again."

"When did you start making and selling drugs? What was your sales process? Who was your superior? How much does your gang's boss know?" Jiang Qilan asked.

Then he remembered something and added, "Don't miss any questions. Don't delay. My patience is limited."

This is one of the effective interrogation methods.

Don’t let the other party feel that they can choose not to answer, or give vague answers. Don’t give them any time to think and make up answers. Finally, you must make the other party feel a sense of crisis - so as to get the most truthful answer.

Tank’s eyes bulged: !!!

Don’t miss any questions! ?

You asked five or six questions at once!

If I had such a good brain, wouldn’t I have been unable to pass a single exam when I was in school?

Aren’t you forcing others to do something difficult?

Young man, you have no martial ethics!

Jiang Qilan crossed his legs, and “click”, he opened the switchblade again.

Tank felt a sharp pain in his earlobe reflexively.

He calmed down. His eyes were no longer bulging. He answered honestly: “I started selling drugs two years ago…”