The best perspective expert

Chapter 290

At this time, Hu Bin couldn't hold back any more. Instead, he felt creepy when he met Han Zhenyang's smiling eyes, and asked tremblingly, "You, what do you want to do?" He didn't notice the smoke falling to the ground, he thought Han Zhenyang was going to kill him.

Indeed, Han Zhenyang's expression at this time was too abnormal, especially his words, which seemed to make Hu Bin leave his last words.

Of course Han Zhenyang didn't intend to kill Hu Bin, he wanted to do it, but he was sure that if he really wanted to do that, that girl Xue Xiaoyan would annoy him to death.Of course, he can't kill him, but he can't easily bypass Hu, he still wants to get some valuable clues from this kid.

If you want to get valuable clues, obviously you can't count on Hu Bin to confess on his own initiative, so there is only one way - show some color.

Therefore, Han Zhenyang made enough gestures as soon as he entered the door, exerted a lot of psychological pressure on Hu Bin, and made Hu Bin uncertain of his mind, so that he had a chance.

Seeing Hu Bin's trembling and timid appearance, Han Zhenyang smiled faintly, "You pretend, continue to pretend, I have to admit that your acting skills are quite solid, and Oscar owes you a little golden man."

Hu Bin's expression froze, and then he asked tremblingly, "You, what are you talking about?"

"Hahaha, you know what I'm saying, please find a way to shrink your pupils when you pretend to be scared next time," Han Zhenyang laughed, then bent down to pick up the cigarette that fell on the ground and fed it to Hu Bin's mouth again. With a hint of sarcasm, he said with a smile: "The eyes are so big, how about practicing staring? Don't worry, when you enter the small dark room, some people will accompany you to practice, come and smoke a cigarette."

Hu Bin's pupils shrank, this time he was really nervous, he opened his mouth to close the cigarette holder, but at this moment, the burning cigarette suddenly fell off, and the red cigarette butt reached his mouth , "Hey——" there was a soft sound, and the cigarette butt came into close contact with his mouth, which made him jump up, but his handcuffs were connected to the interrogation table, and the jump almost broke his wrist .

"Ah——" Hu Bin screamed, staring at Han Zhenyang resentfully, "You, you have the ability to kill me."

"Kill you?" Han Zhenyang smiled contemptuously, "Do you think I dare not? Killing you is easier than killing a chicken, and absolutely no one will trouble me afterwards. If you are not worth something, you think you can live By now?"

"Ho ho, then you come and kill, kill, don't brag—" Hu Bin seemed to be irritated, struggling to find him frantically, and roared at Han Zhenyang.

"Don't worry, take your time. I am a person who pays attention to procedures, just like cooking. When you get fresh ingredients, you have to clean them first, then change the knife, and then process them, either steaming, blanching, or frying. Or deep-fried, you have to mix all the ingredients after processing, so that you can cook formally," Han Zhenyang said slowly, then picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Hubin's mouth, "Come on, drink some water first Throat, tell you, what do you want me to do with you?"

Hu Bin glared at Han Zhenyang fiercely, shook his head, and shook off the mineral water bottle near his mouth. He suffered a loss once, and this time he was determined not to be fooled.

Han Zhenyang asked back with a smile: "Letting you drink water is not letting you drink pesticides. Why don't you even give this little face? Do you want to drink?"

Hu Bin didn't speak, but stared fiercely at Han Zhenyang, and stopped acting, perhaps realizing that acting in front of Han Zhenyang would have no effect.

"Hey, you are the kind of person who doesn't want to eat a toast and eat a fine wine," Han Zhenyang sighed regretfully, his face sank suddenly, he grabbed Hu Bin's head and smashed it back, then grabbed the mineral water bottle and ignored the plug of 21 into his mouth.

Gululu mineral water poured out, frantically pouring into the completely defenseless Hu Bin's mouth, choking him and coughing repeatedly, he tried his best to shake his head, trying to get rid of the mineral water bottle, but under Han Zhenyang's hands, how could he get rid of it? Got it?He could only feel the cold mineral water entering his lungs along his airway in horror. The more he struggled, the more he breathed, and the more he breathed, the more mineral water he inhaled into his lungs.

What does it feel like to have water in your lungs?
Han Zhenyang didn't know, but looking at Hu Bin's horrified eyes, he knew that the feeling must be very uncomfortable.

The feeling was really uncomfortable. Hu Bin coughed and breathed crazily, but the feeling of suffocation that you made him desperate became more and more serious, and his eyes turned black, as if he would faint at any time.But what made him even more desperate was that Han Zhenyang poured another bottle of tap water under the tap, and even dug out a packet of instant noodle seasoning from somewhere, tore off the seasoning packet and poured it all into a mineral water bottle, shook it well, and smiled at him come.

This time, Hu Bin's pupils shrank instantly, only the size of a match head.

If it is clean mineral water, it can be discharged through various means after being inhaled into the lungs. If you add this messy seasoning powder, you can’t discharge it. Think about it, the alveoli are mixed with bits and pieces of green onion, chili powder, etc. Seasoning, the taste is terrible even thinking about it.

What Han Zhenyang wanted was this kind of effect. Seeing that Hu Bin was really scared, he walked over with a smile, and gestured with the mineral water with added ingredients, "Pure water is tasteless, I added some seasoning for you, it still tastes spicy Yes, come on, taste it enough, if it’s not enough, I’ll add some more for you,” said Hu Bin’s head again, and the mineral water bottle fell into his mouth again.

Hu Bin, who was already having difficulty breathing, felt the salty, spicy taste, and gritted his teeth desperately to prevent the bottle from entering his mouth.

"Hehe, it's pretty strong, it seems that I can continue to toss around for a while," Han Zhenyang chuckled, stretched out his hand to pinch Hu Bin's chin, and pinched Hu Bin's mouth open as easily as pinching a clay figurine. Filled tap water gurgled into it.

"Cough, cough, cough——" Hu Bin felt even more uncomfortable this time, and it was more difficult to breathe, and there were bursts of burning and swelling in his lungs. The feeling made him want to slam his head against the wall to death, but Caught by Han Zhenyang, he couldn't move any part except his eyeballs. When he involuntarily sucked in the bottle full of seasoning water, the courage he had before disappeared without a trace. Consciousness begged for mercy: "Cough, help, help me, cough——"

"What? Louder, I can't hear you clearly," Han Zhenyang deliberately leaned over and shouted.

"help me--"

"Save who?"

"help me……"

"What you?"

"...Please, I, I will tell you..." After Hu Bin said this in despair, he fell into a state of hypoxia due to breathing difficulties and passed out.

Only then did Han Zhenyang put away the cynical smile on his face, sneered, lifted Hu Bin's back and punched him in the stomach, and then slapped him on the chest a few times.

(End of this chapter)