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

The second round of intellectual debate continued in an eerie atmosphere.

Although "Roulette Betting Kun Kun" went bankrupt due to the Jiangnan Precinct, the essence of it has been learned by investigators from various precincts.

These young investigators, who have made it this far through layers of selection, are all intelligent.

Being able to apply knowledge to new situations is a fundamental skill.

As a result, various interrogation methods began to appear on the field.

For example, one of the investigators simply took a tablet, pulled up a series of high-definition photos, and held them up to the prisoner's face, slowly flipping through them one by one.

"Is this your mother? She's in good health. She even got into an argument with someone at the market yesterday over two cents."

"Is this your son? Oh, he's in elementary school now? This school uniform is from XX Elementary School, right? Let me check the schedule... Is PE class the third period this afternoon?"

"Is this your balcony? That clivia is doing quite well..."

His tone was as calm as if he were chatting casually, but every word he spoke was like a small hammer, gently tapping on the prisoner's most vulnerable nerves.

The prisoner's face went from pale to ashen, his lips trembling as he stammered, "You...you 749 Bureau...didn't you say that family members shouldn't be implicated...?"

The investigator looked up in surprise: "Yes, that's why we were just checking in on your family's living conditions, showing the organization's care. Why are you so agitated? Do you have something to hide, thinking we'd do something to your family?"

With an innocent expression, he flipped to the next photo—a picture of a prisoner's wife at work.

"Sir, don't you want your wife to..."

The prisoner completely broke down: "I'll talk! I'll tell the whole truth! Please, stay away from my family!"

Coercion, bribery, indirect methods, psychological suggestion...

Various methods were employed, and although the visual impact of pointing a gun at Kun Kun was gone, the oppressive feeling of being lurked in the shadows and smiling while harboring a knife was even more chilling.

Surprisingly, the efficiency is actually quite high.

In a short period of time, several more tough nuts were pried open.

The heads of the various branch bureaus on the stage looked at their sons' increasingly skilled, flexible, and increasingly untrustworthy interrogation techniques, and their old faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Director Wang of Xiliang clutched his chest, feeling a premonition of a heart attack.

Director Liu from Northeast China gripped the teacup so tightly it made a "crunching" sound, as if he were squeezing the neck of some little brat.

Director Li from Jiangnan had given up on managing his expression; his usually refined face was now contorted into a bitter expression.

It’s over.

Everything's fucking over.

What should have been a grand national martial arts competition, especially the intellectual exchange segment, was turned into a "bandit interrogation skills exchange conference" by that troublemaker from Jinghai!

Look at those self-taught threatening faces!

That effortless, manipulative rhetoric!

That cleverness in skillfully exploiting loopholes in the rules!

These are no longer the promising young people in their branch office who, although a bit arrogant, are generally upright and promising.

This is clearly a group of reserve bandits about to descend from the mountains and wreak havoc on humanity! And they're the kind who've received formal training and are certified to do so!

"Zhang Yucheng!!!"

Finally, Director Liu from the Northeast couldn't hold back any longer. He abruptly turned his head, glared at the composed Director Zhang beside him, and growled through gritted teeth:

"Look what your little brat has done! What has he turned these kids into?!"

"From now on, when we go out on cases, people who know us will say it's the 749 Bureau enforcing the law, but people who don't will think we're bandits coming down from the mountains to collect protection money!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yucheng not only wasn't annoyed, but instead revealed his signature, infuriatingly gentle smile, patted Director Liu on the shoulder, and spoke sincerely:

"Old Liu, calm down. Young people are energetic and adaptable, which is a good thing! It shows they learn quickly and are highly adaptable! Our 749th Bureau needs this kind of talent who can flexibly complete tasks in complex environments!"

"Besides—"

He drew out the word, his gaze sweeping over the investigators below the stage who were "getting into the swing of things," his smile deepening:

"When it comes to solving cases, it's all about the cat—black cat or white cat—as long as it catches mice. A slightly unconventional process is understandable, really. It's better than some people being so rigid and unable to get a single word out of you, right?"

Director Liu was so choked up that his eyes rolled back, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

God the hell, let's be a little wilder!

This is getting way too wild!

Black cat or white cat? This is clearly raising a pack of wolves!

On the field, Liu Ming nudged Ji Zuodao with his elbow, gestured towards his colleagues who were "applying what they had learned," and clicked his tongue in amazement:

"Brother Dao, did you see that? These guys have some talent. It hasn't been long, and they've already mastered the art of coercion and bribery."

"At this rate, in a few years, the banditry of Jinghai will probably spread to all the branches across the country."

Ji Zuodao was idly playing with Qiqi's hair with his fingers when he heard this. He glanced at her, curled his lip, and his face was full of disdain:

"Coercion and bribery?"

"Tsk, boring."

"A low-level tactic that we've been tired of for a long time."

Liu Ming was taken aback: "Huh? This is low-level? Then what do you consider high-level?"

Ji Zuodao loosened Qi Qi's hair, slowly sat up straight, patted non-existent dust off his hands, and a slightly wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Sophisticated interrogation is not about forcing or luring him."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the prisoners in the arena who, though they had confessed, were mostly still hiding their true intentions or were filled with resentment. His eyes gleamed with a kind of eager anticipation, as if they were seeing a new toy.

"Instead, he'll be unable to hold it in any longer and beg you, kneeling down and crying, insisting on revealing every little thing he knows, exaggerating and embellishing, as if he wanted to spill all the secrets of his ancestors for eighteen generations."

"That would be more interesting."

Liu Ming's eyelids twitched upon hearing this, and a bad premonition immediately rose in his heart.

"Wait a minute, what kind of weird thing have you figured out this time?"

He knew Ji Zuodao all too well; once this guy showed that "finding fun" expression, nothing good was about to happen!

Moreover, it's definitely not comparable to conventional methods like coercion and bribery!

Ji Zuodao didn't answer directly, but instead stretched, his bones making a series of soft cracking sounds.

"Don't be nervous, this time it's a civilized approach."

"Extraordinarily civilized."

"We guarantee it will comply with the rules, be bloodless, harmless, and won't even cause a single hair to fall."

As he spoke, he took something out of his bag...

An ordinary-looking small stool woven from rattan.

Then, he took out a small red clay stove, a small copper kettle, a set of white porcelain teaware, and even a small tin of tea.

Liu Ming: "???"

The investigators and referees, whose attention was already drawn to him, were completely bewildered: "???"

What... what kind of approach is this?

Just a moment ago they were talking about wooden donkey skin whips and revolvers, and now they're pulling out tea sets?

Ji Zuodao ignored the surprised and uncertain gazes around him, put down his small stool, and sat down.

Light the small stove and place the copper kettle on it.

Their movements were leisurely and their steps were skillful, as if they were not in a competition, but preparing to brew tea and enjoy the moon in their own backyard.

"What are you trying to do?" Liu Ming couldn't help but ask.

Ji Zuodao sprinkled a handful of tea leaves into the small copper pot without looking up:

"It's nothing. They'll probably get thirsty in a bit, so let's prepare in advance."