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

Ji Zuodao's choice of target this time was very deliberate.

It's a real tough nut to crack.

With witnesses and physical evidence, the case is irrefutable and the verdict is set in stone.

What this guy did is enough to warrant five minutes of execution with some time to spare.

And that's why the prisoner completely let loose.

He had the attitude of "I'm just a worthless old man, I'll be a hero again in eighteen years."

He sits there with his neck stiff, looking at everyone as if they owe him eight hundred yuan.

Other prisoners knew fear and knew to try to get a confession and leniency.

This guy is something else. He argues back at everything, curses the referee, the investigators, the 749th Bureau, curses everything under the sun, his mouth is as filthy as a cesspool, and his attitude is as arrogant as a crab.

The main theme is "I'm going to die, but I'm going to disgust you all before I die."

The investigator in charge of interrogating him was a young woman who looked quite quiet and refined. At this moment, she was also so angry that her eyes were red and her knuckles were white from gripping the notebook.

"Tell me! Where exactly is your organization's secret base?!"

"Pah! On your father's grave! Go ahead and dig it up if you dare!"

The prisoner nearly spat a glob of phlegm onto the girl's face, his expression arrogant and smug. "Little wench, are you even grown up yet, trying to interrogate people? Go home and nurse!"

The girl was trembling with anger, but there was nothing she could do.

You can't hit them, and you can't win an argument with them; it's obvious they're completely unyielding.

Just as the stalemate was at hand, Ji Zuodao strolled over, carrying his small stool and stove.

"Wow, it's quite lively here."

"Get lost! Go somewhere cool and stay out of my way!" The prisoner glanced at him and continued cursing.

Ji Zuodao ignored him, and simply stretched out his finger and gently touched his own spiritual sea.

Immediately afterwards, a very faint yet inexplicably unsettling buzzing sound filled the air.

A mosquito was slowly drawn out from Ji Zuodao's spiritual sea.

"This is……"

Li Shuwen narrowed his eyes. He had never seen this thing before, but he instinctively sensed a cold and eerie aura.

Liu Ming, standing nearby, suddenly changed his expression and exclaimed in a low voice, "Blood-winged Black Mosquito?!"

He had personally witnessed how those foreigners in the biotech company turned into a pool of rotten flesh and pus within a few breaths after being bitten by this thing.

"Brother Ji! Use this thing..."

Don't worry.

Ji Zuodao's eyes gleamed with a hint of eager anticipation.

"This one is a little different."

"This is what my second master came up with after he had an in-depth discussion with his precious Gu worm and blood-winged black mosquito."

He controlled the dark red mosquito, slowly flying it toward the prisoner who was still cursing.

"The dosage of the injected Gu silk has been greatly increased, as has the effect of the Gu silk."

"In short, this little darling doesn't kill, it just adds to the fun. It can give people... well, an unforgettable kind of pleasure."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the blood-winged black mosquito nimbly landed on the prisoner's exposed neck skin.

The slender mouthparts pierced in silently.

"Damn it, where did this stinky mosquito come from..." the prisoner muttered, not paying much attention, and prepared to continue cursing.

But, the next second.

He froze instantly.

The fat on his face began to tremble uncontrollably and slightly.

His once fierce and arrogant gaze quickly became unfocused, as if veiled by a layer of moisture.

A strange, indescribable sensation, like ripples from an explosion, instantly swept through my entire body from the bite on my neck!

"Uh... um..."

A very faint, trembling nasal sound escaped from the prisoner's clenched teeth.

Then, the sound began to grow louder and more resonant.

"Hiss... Hah..."

The prisoner's body began to tremble slightly, and the fierce expression on his face melted away like ice and snow, quickly replaced by a strange look of confusion, intoxication, and intense longing.

"This...this is..."

He tried to speak, but his tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and the sound he made was soft and sticky.

Then, to everyone's astonishment—

"Ah~~~~~~"

A groan, winding and melodious, filled with extreme pleasure and some indescribable meaning, uncontrollably and lingered from the depths of the prisoner's throat.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely burning the eardrums and nerves of everyone present.

The prisoner collapsed to the ground, as if his bones had been removed.

But instead of fainting, he began to writhe uncontrollably.

Like a fish thrown onto a scorching beach, or an ant that has found a giant sugar cube, it wriths, rolls, and twists on the ground.

On his face was an indescribable, almost radiant smile, a mixture of extreme joy and a certain empty longing.

Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

Tears, mixed with a kind of physiological ecstasy, streamed down my face.

The key is……

Holy crap!!

Someone let out a short gasp first.

All eyes, without prior agreement, focused on a certain part of the prisoner's body.

There, the once loose prison trousers were now bulging out in an extremely exaggerated, astonishing arc, like "hair standing on end" or "a pillar reaching the sky"!

Its majestic and upright posture, full of fighting spirit, seems to break through the constraints of the fabric and point straight to the sky!

Indeed: A golden carp is no ordinary fish in a pond; once it encounters wind and clouds, it transforms into a roc! Soaring straight up ninety thousand miles, the roc spreads its wings, lamenting how low the sky is!

The referee standing nearby twitched his lips, but although the prisoner on the ground was twisting around happily, he did not have any obvious external injuries or bleed. The kid had not committed a foul.

"Mmm~~~ Ah~~~~"

The prisoners on the ground groaned louder and more melodiously, and their movements became increasingly exaggerated.

Her expression was dreamy and intoxicated, as if she were immersed in the most tender paradise, completely unaware of everything around her.

Only the intermittent, incoherent groans echoed in the silent stadium:

"So...so good...I can't take it anymore..."

"Oh my god... I'm going to die... This is so good..."

"Again... harder... don't stop... ahh ...

The sound, the image, the scene...

Every single one of the branch bureau chiefs on the stage was completely petrified, their expressions utterly out of control.

Zhang Yucheng opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just silently raised his hand and covered his old face.

He thought of some painful memories.

The other investigators in the audience were completely stunned.

The male investigators instinctively squeezed their legs together, feeling a cool sensation in a certain area.

The female investigators blushed and turned away, spitting out "vulgar," but their eyes couldn't help but sneak glances in that direction.

What the hell is this thing?!

mosquito?!

Who could feel this kind of ecstasy from a mosquito bite?! Their expression is more high than if they were on drugs!

Liu Ming understood why Ji Zuodao wanted to boil water to make tea.

Goodness...

This is to prevent people from getting dehydrated and dying!

About ten minutes passed like that.

Just as Ji Zuodao brewed the third infusion of tea, when the aroma was at its most mellow and rich.

The high-pitched, melodious groans and writhing of the prisoners on the ground, which could give anyone goosebumps, finally subsided.

He lay motionless on the ground like a salted fish that had been completely hollowed out and dried out, with only his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

He looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water; his entire body, from head to toe, was soaked in sweat.

His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his face was covered with a mixture of tears, snot, and saliva, making him look disheveled and miserable.

But the slightly upturned corners of his mouth and the lingering hazy look in his eyes also exuded a strange, languid satisfaction.

Liu Ming hesitated for a moment, then picked up a cup of tea that Ji Zuodao had just poured, which was at the perfect temperature, walked to the prisoner's side, squatted down, and handed it to him.

"Have a sip of water and take a break."

He was genuinely worried that the guy would get too carried away and go into dehydration and shock.

The teacup had just been brought to the prisoner's lips.

A wet, trembling hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Liu Ming's wrist tightly!