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Lei Dazhuang raised his eyebrows: "You mean...all this is arranged? The man on the motorcycle deliberately led me away so that those gangsters could attack you?"

Ma Xiaoyao nodded: "There is a possibility..."

"Damn it!" Lei Dazhuang couldn't help cursing: "Don't let me catch that boy riding a motorcycle, or I'll definitely break his leg!"

"Okay, don't be angry." Ma Xiaoyao waved his hand: "This is just my guess. As for whether it is true, we have to wait for the results of the police investigation. Okay, it's getting late, let's go back, what's the matter We'll talk about it tomorrow." After speaking, Ma Xiaoyao lifted his feet and left the hospital.

Lei Dazhuang hurriedly followed.

……

The police's interrogation was carried out from the hospital. The deputy mayor Ma Xiaoyao was chased and killed in the street. This is not a small matter. If it is not handled properly, the consequences will be very serious.

In an ordinary ward.

Zhang Shan looked at the gangster lying on the hospital bed with a serious expression: "Tell me, why are you chasing and killing Deputy Mayor Ma!"

The gangster shut his mouth tightly and said nothing.

Zhang Shan asked several times, but the gangster didn't say a word. In the end, Zhang Shan lost his patience, his face sank, and he said in a cold tone, "I'll ask you one last time: Why do you want to kill Deputy Mayor Ma!"

The gangster still didn't speak.

Zhang Shan nodded: "Do you think that if you don't speak, I can't do anything about you?" Having said that, Zhang Shan turned to look at the two policemen standing at the door: "Go, help this guy to be happy."

"Yes." The two policemen immediately raised their feet and walked towards the culprit.

At this time the gangster finally spoke, and he glared at Zhang Shan: "What do you want to do? I can warn you, the law stipulates that the police are not allowed to lynch prisoners. If you dare to touch me today, I will definitely sue you... "

Zhang Shan took out a cigarette, lit it and smoked it on his own, ignoring the gangster at all.

The two policemen quickly walked to the hospital bed, reached out and ripped off the gangster's pants.

"Ah!" The gangster immediately screamed loudly: "What do you want to do... Help, the police beat someone... Well..." Just as the gangster was about to call for help, a policeman quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, casually The gangster stuffed it into the gangster's mouth, and the gangster couldn't shout anymore. At the same time, the two policemen held down the gangster's hands and feet.

"Uh...uh..." The culprit was terrified and struggled vigorously, but the two policemen held him firmly, and the culprit couldn't break free at all.

Zhang Shan walked slowly to the hospital bed and shook the cigarette butt in his hand: "Tell me, if I put the cigarette butt in your hand into your nostrils, what would it feel like? I think I would give your nose hair a blow." Light it up?"

There was a hint of fear and suspicion in the gangster's eyes. It seemed that the gangster didn't believe that Zhang Shan really dared to stuff cigarette butts into his nostrils.

In fact, the gangster guessed it right. Zhang Shan really didn’t dare to put cigarette butts up the gangster’s nostrils. The police are also knowledgeable in torturing prisoners. method, this is a helpless move) firstly, there should be no obvious wounds on the prisoner, and secondly, it is necessary to prevent the prisoner from obtaining evidence of torture. As long as these two points are met, the police will not be afraid of the prisoner suing them.

"Forget it, it's fun to set your nose hair on fire, but the burnt smell is too bad, I really don't want to smell it." Zhang Shan shook his head.

There was a hint of sarcasm in the gangster's eyes.

The corners of Zhang Shan's mouth curled up slightly: "Although I don't want to set your nose hair on fire, I can let you enjoy other projects..." At this point, Zhang Shan reached out to throw away the cigarette butt, then bent down, and stretched out two fingers to hold the cigarette butt. The fine hair on the gangster's leg was touched, and the fine hair fell off with a light pull.

"Hmm..." The gangster straightened up immediately. As we all know, plucking hairs is still very painful, but no trauma can be seen after plucking the hairs. Because of this, Zhang Shan boldly plucked the hairs on the gangster's legs and let the gangster enjoy it. The beauty of pain.

"One...two...three..."

Zhang Shan was counting while plucking his hairs, as if he was playing some kind of fun game.

Being held down tightly by two strong policemen, with a thick handkerchief stuffed in his mouth, the gangster had no choice but to endure the pain, and stared at Zhang Shan with hatred, his eyes full of anger , if eyes could kill, Zhang Shan would have died several times already.

"Listen, if you want to answer my question, just nod." Zhang Shan said lightly while pulling out his hair, "If I were you, I would definitely have something to say, and I would never endure this kind of pain."

"Huh!" The gangster let out a cold snort from his nostrils, his mouth was blocked and unable to speak, so he protested to Zhang Shan with a cold snort.

"Okay, have the backbone! I want to see how long you can survive!" Zhang Shan smiled coldly, waved his hands quickly, and pulled out dozens of hairs on the gangster's legs in an instant, and the gangster's body was in pain. tremble.

It was obviously very painful, but the gangster still gritted his teeth and stood firm, not giving in.

Although plucking hairs is very enjoyable, one must also be careful not to cause trauma. Zhang Shan plucked out hundreds of hairs in one go, but the culprits still did not give in. Seeing that plucking hairs was not very effective, Zhang Shan had to change to another method .

Zhang Shan walked to the end of the bed, stretched out his hand and tore off the gangster's shoes. A stench of feet immediately rushed into the noses of Zhang Shan and the two policemen, making Zhang Shan and the two policemen dizzy.

"Damn!" Zhang Shan couldn't help cursing: "Do you usually wash your feet? It's too fucking stinky! If you go to the foot odor competition, you will definitely be the champion!" Zhang Shan held back his words. With a disgusted face, he tore off the gangster's socks with his fingers.

A trace of doubt flashed in the gangster's eyes. He didn't understand what Zhang Shan was going to do. Since he disliked his smelly feet, why did he take off his shoes and socks?The suspicion in the gangster's heart didn't last long, and soon he understood Zhang Shan's intention...

I saw Zhang Shan covering his nose with one hand, and gently scratching the soles of the gangster's feet with the other.

tickle?

Zhang Shan actually came up with such a bad idea!Scratching the soles of the feet is excruciating, and most people can't bear it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu who..." The gangster immediately struggled violently, and the anger in his eyes grew even bigger. He really hated Zhang Shan to death, he was too despicable and shameless!

Scratch left, scratch right, scratch a few times above, scratch a few times below...

Zhang Shan's fingers were extremely nimble and scratched back and forth on the soles of the gangster's feet. The itchy and numb feeling made the gangster want to die. After a few minutes, the gangster finally couldn't take it anymore and turned to Zhang Shan. Shan kept nodding.

Zhang Shan glanced at the gangster: "Are you willing to answer my question?"

"Well..." The gangster nodded desperately.

"It seems that you are not very stubborn." Zhang Shan pouted contemptuously, "Okay, let him go, take out the handkerchief from his mouth by the way, and let him pass the socks and shoes by the way...Look at him , don’t let him move around, I’ll go wash my hands first...it’s too smelly..." After confessing a few words, Zhang Shan walked out of the ward quickly.

The two policemen had long been fed up with the stinky feet of the gangsters. After receiving Zhang Shan's order, the two policemen let go of their hands immediately, and then quickly backed away from the gangsters. , then raised the soles of his feet and rubbed them fiercely on the hospital bed a few times, then put on socks and shoes: "I scolded the neighbor next door, how can there be such a despicable and shameless person in the world!"

"What are you talking about!" The two policemen gave the gangster a hard look: "If you dare to talk nonsense, be careful, I will beat you with my mouth!"

"Come on! If you don't smoke, I'm not a human being!" the gangster shouted.

"Do you think I dare not?" The relatively young policeman raised his foot and walked towards the gangster.

The older policeman hastily pulled his companion back: "Calm down, deal with deliberately provoking you, if you really beat him and let his face show scars, then you will be in trouble."

"Damn it!" The young policeman came back to his senses, and gave the gangster a hard look: "I almost fell for you!"

Seeing that the young policeman saw through his intentions, the culprit showed a hint of disappointment on his face. He really provoked the young policeman on purpose just now, hoping that the young policeman would lose his mind and beat him up hard, leaving obvious trauma. Once this happened, the culprit could confidently sue the police for beating the prisoner, but unfortunately the other party was not fooled.

A few minutes later, Zhang Shan came back. He was in the toilet and washed with soap more than ten times before getting rid of the stench on his hands.

Zhang Shan secretly vowed in his heart that when he "tortured" prisoners in the future, he would let his subordinates do it, and he would never do it himself.

"Tell me, why do you want to kill Deputy Mayor Ma?" Zhang Shan lit a cigarette again and started smoking.

The gangster hesitated for a moment...

Zhang Shan frowned: "What? It's not itchy enough? How about I scratch it for you a few more times?"

The gangster twitched his face: "I've never seen such a despicable and shameless person like you...someone paid us to kill Ma Xiaoyao!"

A gleam flashed in Zhang Shan's eyes: "Who hired you?"

The gangster shook his head: "I don't know..."

"Huh?" Zhang Shan's eyes widened.

"I really don't know..." The gangster said with a bitter face: "The other party contacted us by phone, and the money was transferred to us by bank transfer... From the beginning to the end, I didn't see that person..."

Of course Zhang Shan didn't believe it. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the two policemen to hold down the gangster again. Zhang Shan tore off the shoes and socks that the gangster had just put on, and once again stretched out his fingers to draw circles on the soles of the gangster's feet...

The gangster immediately screamed...but soon his mouth was blocked by a thick handkerchief...

This time, no matter how Zhang Shan was tortured, the gangster insisted that he was not lying. Seeing the gangster's exhausted and miserable appearance, Zhang Shan frowned. It seemed that the gangster was telling the truth .