Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

[132 Sturdy Interrogation]

An Yi walked slowly from the research room at this time, stood next to An Yan and smiled, "Brother, except for Xiaozhi, when have we seen so many expressions on the young master's face?"

An Yan also laughed, "In the last opinion poll in the family, everyone seemed to laugh at the young master's opinion, ten years less."

The two couldn't help smiling as they watched the scene where the young master was arranging Miss Song's hair, making it more and more chaotic.

"I heard that someone ran very diligently in the underground prison recently!" An Yi suddenly spoke out, looking at An Yan with malicious eyes.

An Yan coughed dryly, "Young Master ordered me to interrogate the sniper for Third Young Master..."

"I wish you and Ms. Bai will grow old together forever." An Yi smiled, and patted An Yan's shoulder, "The incense of the An family depends entirely on you."

An Yan said seriously, "It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, you are the one, and it's the right thing to find a date quickly."

An Yi shrugged and smiled, "Haha, I won't be able to get married in this life."

There is a man who spends his whole life looking at her, guarding her, and holding her... like the devil's eyes who are always behind him...

Seeing the bitterness on An Yi's face, An Yan understood the pain in An Yi's heart, and the hope on his handsome face turned into a sigh.

"The young master called us."

An Yi pushed him and walked forward——

"An Yi, I'm fine now, right? I should be able to watch the interrogation in the underground prison room, right?" Zhizhi grabbed An Yi's hand, blinking and winking vigorously.

"Miss Song's eyelids are cramping?"

Nangong Jue sneered to remind.

Zhizhi's eyelids twitched instantly...

An Yi looked at the young master's gloomy expression, and carefully said: "Uh... yes, it's fine, generally speaking... it's okay."

Song Xiaozhi raised his head, raised his eyebrows and turned to Nangong Jue, "Did you hear, Eldest Young Master, you have no reason not to want me to go again."

"Just in case, you, An Yi, come with me," Nangong Jue ordered, turned around, and coldly threw a threat at Song Xiaozhi, "It's best to pray that you don't get sick, otherwise."

Turned his head and left.

Zhizhi is pumped all over this time...

This kind of person who left a half-word of threat is not a hammer!

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The confinement room of Nangong's family is not as dark and perverted as Song Xiaozhi imagined. At least there are beds, chairs, and a coffee machine that occupies a large area.

"The humanity of the Nangong family is originally reflected here." Zhizhi sighed.

"Human nature..." An Yi gave her a strange look, "Xiaozhi, the bed is a torture bed that can drop to tens of degrees below zero, the chair is an electric chair, and the coffee machine is just a package on the outside, which contains all kinds of commands. A chronic poison that makes people feel overwhelmed with pain..."

Song Xiaozhi was silent.

She didn't think about anything just now, and she didn't say anything.

Arriving at a prison room in the middle, he opened the door and went in. Song Xiaozhi saw two tall foreign men, one of them passed out, and the other was still awake. right.

There were welts and torture marks all over their bodies, their fingers lost their ability to move, their bodies were covered with blisters as if they had been scalded by boiling water, and their faces were covered with various scars.

Well, only one mouth remained.

Because of their value, that's all that's left.

"Do you still want to stick to it?" An Yan asked in English, "We still have many punishments that you didn't expect, and I believe you really want to experience them."

The man cursed, closed his eyes and ignored An Yan.

An Yan turned his head, Nangong Jue ordered in a low voice, "Flay the skin alive for me."

Song Xiaozhi suddenly fell into sweat...

She saw that although the man turned pale, he still snorted and said nothing.

Most of these people have grown up in a certain family since they were young, and they have been instilled with the idea of ​​protecting the family since they were young. They have also undergone very strict training to become dead soldiers. finally forced the truth,

Song Xiaozhi knew this very well.

"Wait," she said, and said to An Yan, "I don't think there's anything I can force. Give them a sedative and ask them to get a good night's sleep."

An Yan was surprised, "Miss Song...the gun on your body is from them..."

"Listen to her."

Nangong Jue answered, "Take a mild sedative and give them an injection to let them sleep well."

The group of them exited the prison room, and when they went out, Zhizhi saw the prisoner giving her a strange look.

"I know, you are implementing the policy of enticing confessions?" An Yi was puzzled, "This trick has been used before, and it is not very effective."

"To lure any enemy, I just see that their dark circles are too heavy and the bags under their eyes are too big, and I want them to rest for a while."

Nangong Jue glanced at Song Xiaozhi who replied with a smile, and sat down.

This woman may be a little idiot at ordinary times, but when she is confident, she is really beautiful.

Three 10 minutes...

The micro-sedative would cause a person to wake up after three to ten minutes of sleep. Song Xiaozhi counted the time, and returned to the prison room with Nangong Jue and the others.

An Yi said: "The pain in their bodies will cause them to be unable to fall asleep except for passing out, and they will wake up after the effect of the sedative is over."

Song Xiaozhi thought for a while, "How long will it take to wake up?"

"At most 3 minutes."

Zhizhi lowered her head, and saw a person who had been sleeping all the time, her eyelids trembled, her eyelashes moved slightly, and she opened her slightly hazy eyes...

The five seconds between sleep and waking are the best time to be unsuspecting.

Zhizhi made a sudden movement, and when everyone had no time to react, she quickly jumped from the wheelchair in front of the man, tipped up his collar, raised her hand and slapped him in the face——

"What's your favorite food?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Is there a woman you like?"

"What's your favorite show on TV?"

"When was the last time you went to the supermarket?"

"What was the last meal you ate?"

"Who was the boss you saw last time?"

A series of slaps and a series of questions fell from the sky, and the man was not yet fully awake, so he answered quickly in a dazed and passive manner.

"Fried rice, red, no, travel show, never been to the supermarket, bread, Mrs. Jack Hess and Jack Heka..."

Zhizhi stopped immediately, raised her lips and smiled at him, "Good boy."

(Thanks to Qin Lanzi 425, 7215820 for giving silent gifts ^_^)