A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The three men thoroughly examined the four robbers from head to toe, from their coats to their underwear and even their shoe insoles, three times over. They even nearly unscrewed the buckles on their belts to check if they were hollow.

No.

There was nothing there.

"Have you checked Pi Yanzi?" Ji Zuodao asked in a low voice, still unwilling to give up.

Liu Ming nodded gravely: "I checked myself. He's perfectly healthy and didn't hide anything."

Li Shuwen has only been in Jinghai 749 for a short time and has not yet been fully influenced.

But Ji Zuodao and Liu Ming were truly immersed in the bandit den of Jinghai 749.

The soldiers led by Zhang Yucheng had a motto etched in their bones: "If something is out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on; if there is no fishy, ​​then we'll find it."

Ji Zuodao, in particular, a former heretical cultivator and now an official bandit, shares a consistently simple and brutal way of thinking:

Coincidence? There aren't that many coincidences in this world. All coincidences are planned!

Every arrangement has a purpose! Can't figure it out? That means your methods aren't tough enough!

Although Liu Ming was not as extreme as Ji Zuodao, he was well aware of the Jinghai philosophy that "extraordinary things require extraordinary methods."

Seeing that the routine search had yielded nothing, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he leaned close to Ji Zuodao's ear:

"The conventional approach is blocked. Perhaps we should try something different?"

Ji Zuodao narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them: "You mean..."

The two exchanged a glance, and at the same time saw in each other's eyes a familiar, tacit understanding that belonged to Jinghai 749—the kind of understanding that "if reasoning doesn't work, then we'll talk about physics."

"Walk!"

Just do it.

Ji Zuodao and Liu Ming, one on each side, dragged the two unconscious robbers by the ankles like dead dogs, towards the lavatory in the back of the plane.

Li Shuwen stood there, stunned: "What are you doing...?"

"Guard the door and don't let anyone near."

"what?"

Li Shuwen looked at the two remaining unconscious robbers on the ground, then at the two who had been dragged away, and his mind was a little blank.

"We'll 'invite' these two in later."

Ji Zuodao turned around and gave him a somewhat sinister smile in the dim cabin lights. "Be smart, don't let any irrelevant people disturb our questioning."

Li Shuwen shuddered instinctively at the smile, nodded silently, and moved to block the passageway between the restroom and the cabin.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With two muffled thuds, the robber was thrown into the cramped bathroom. Ji Zuodao and Liu Ming squeezed in and locked the door with a "click".

The economy class passengers and flight attendants, still reeling from the hijacking, were whispering words of comfort to each other or stealing glances at the three heroes.

I was thinking about whether I should go and thank them.

Then you see these three heroes strip the robber naked, drag him into the bathroom, and leave a masked accomplice to guard the door.

This operation...it just doesn't look right no matter how you look at it.

"What are they doing?" a young girl whispered to her boyfriend, her voice trembling.

The boyfriend swallowed hard, his eyes filled with suspicion and uncertainty: "I don't know...maybe...police interrogation?"

"Is this how interrogations are conducted?" muttered an older woman behind me, her face clearly saying, "Don't try to fool me, I'm naive."

Uneasy whispers once again spread through the cabin.

The flight attendants wanted to go forward and ask, but seeing Li Shuwen blocking the aisle, and remembering the inhuman skill with which the three had dealt with the robbers, no one dared to move.

Just then—

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was almost inhuman, suddenly erupted from behind the tightly closed bathroom door!

The sound, filled with pain, fear, and unspeakable collapse, pierced through the poorly soundproofed cabin door and clearly reached the ears of every passenger.

The cabin fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone, including the flight attendants, stared in terror toward the restroom, as if they had been choked.

Li Shuwen, the goalkeeper, looked pained; just as he expected.

"Tell me! Where's the clue?!"

Liu Ming's voice, though deliberately lowered, still faintly rang out, carrying a hint of impatience and ruthlessness.

"What clue... I don't know what you guys are talking about! Ah!!! Don't step on it!! It's broken! It's going to break!!"

The robber cried out, his voice distorted.

"Still fucking stubborn! You won't admit it until you see the coffin, huh?"

"Brother Ji, this fellow seems to be one to only burn incense when he sees the real Buddha. Show him your fine skills?"

"Alright. Let's use him as a practice subject, so you can see what slow slicing really means."

"This piece of meat, when sliced ​​along the grain, as thin as a cicada's wing, so translucent you can see through it, that's the best... Tsk, the plane's a bit bumpy, affecting my performance. Just bear with it, it'll be ready soon."

"Awooo—!!!"

The robber's screams were now tinged with sobs and a desperate tremor.

"Brother Ji, this technique is quite sophisticated. Is it called 'Fish Scale Scraping' or 'Swallow Flying In'?"

"None of those. This is my own creation, 'Gentle Breeze Swaying the Willow.' Its characteristics are small wounds, prolonged pain, and the ability to keep the victim conscious to the maximum extent possible, allowing them to feel every inch of pain..."

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!! The plan was to hijack the plane and crash it into a landmark!! Our boss yelled... Ah!!! Why are they slashing him?!"

"That's not what we want," Ji Zuodao's voice remained calm. "We want clues. Will you tell us or not?"

"What clue?! Grandpa! Dad!! I really don't know what clue is!!! Please give me a clear answer!!! I beg you!!! Just give me a quick explanation!!!"

The air inside the cabin completely froze.

The group of passengers were now deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror.

The commotion...that scream...

There's a problem!

The woman covered her mouth tightly, nearly fainting.

The young girl had buried her head in her boyfriend's arms, trembling.

The flight attendants were pale-faced, clutching each other's arms, none daring to take a single step toward the restroom.

This is like escaping one wolf's den only to fall into another!

Moreover, the three "tigers" that came later looked even scarier than the four "wolves" with guns in front!

At first, I thought these three were hidden masters in plainclothes, but the more I look at them, the less likely they are!

What kind of decent people conduct interrogations like this?! This method is outrageous! Completely outrageous!

The atmosphere shifted dramatically, from the panic following the hijacking to the relief of being rescued, and now to a deeper, more eerie fear and suspicion.

At that moment, there was one person who was feeling even worse than all the passengers and flight attendants combined.

It was that young man who looked like a white-collar worker on a business trip.

His face had changed from initial helplessness and confusion to a deathly green.

Listening to the noises coming from the bathroom that clearly went beyond the scope of "routine questioning," along with the robber's desperate cries and the increasingly faint, suggestive, sticky sounds...

The young man felt like his intestines were about to get tied in knots.

Holy crap!!!

What kind of monsters and demons has the Jinghai branch sent this year?!

Who searches for clues like this?!

Are you going to just torture them?!

Are you investigators from Bureau 749 or from the Northern Garrison of the Embroidered Uniform Guard?!

The key is--

These idiots are completely looking in the wrong direction! The clues aren't on the robbers at all!

This is truly a tragic, purely coincidental hijacking case where coincidence led to coincidence, and coincidence came to the door of an ordinary hijacking!