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

The monsters who had been searching the house poked their heads out, scratching their heads, their faces full of confusion:

"Hey Dao'er, something's not right! The furnishings in this room are exactly the same as the background of Ahri's live stream! Look, the sofa covers, the curtain pattern, even the wallpaper matches!"

"And this too!"

Another monster held up a photo frame containing an overly beautified, internet-famous portrait of Ahri, who was smiling with an air of captivating charm.

"This house is definitely that vixen's den!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao's smile faded slightly, and he slowly turned his head to look at Ah Li again.

"oh--?"

He drew out his words, his eyes revealing a scrutinizing and playful look.

"That's strange, comrade."

"When I asked you earlier, you said you didn't know Ahri."

"But how do you explain the furnishings in this room, and these photos?"

"Is it that you have a bad memory, or do you think our Demon Management Department has bad eyesight?"

He never even considered the possibility that "this woman is Ahri".

Ahri's illusion magic is indeed quite sophisticated.

Ji Zuodao felt that the woman in front of him was probably covering for Ah Li, and might even be Ah Li's accomplice, or someone who had been paid to look after the house.

Just then, Su Xiaoxiao came running back, carrying the supposedly "extra strong, barbed" demon-binding rope.

"Little Daodao, the rope's here!"

Ji Zuodao nodded his chin toward the bound Ah Li, speaking casually.

"Tie her up securely. It's still early, let's talk to her slowly."

"Alright! Watch me!"

Su Xiaoxiao readily agreed, her hands and feet moving with incredible speed, and she tied Ah Li up in just a few quick swishes.

This is the method of binding...

As Ji Zuodao watched, his brows slowly furrowed, and his eyes looked a little strange.

hiss……

The rope's movement—wrapping around the chest, across the back, through the legs, and binding the wrists—...

The knots where the ropes intertwine...

Why does it look so familiar?

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before...

What the hell!

and many more!

Ji Zuodao's mind went blank for a moment, and a scene he had forcibly forgotten suddenly popped into his head—

Isn't this the kind of improper binding method called "tortoise shell binding" from Li Shuwen's drawing book?!

Of course, Ji definitely didn't go to see it on purpose!

He reads the Spring and Autumn Annals! He exudes righteousness!

I just happened to be passing by, and by chance, I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye!

Oh shit!

Where did Su Xiaoxiao learn this thing?!

Ji Zuodao quickly scanned the other monsters in the room.

With clear, slightly bewildered eyes, they looked at Ahri, who had been tied up in new ways, and only offered simple praise, "She's tied up pretty well," without noticing anything amiss.

Even Su Xiaoxiao herself, the instigator, took two steps back after tying everyone up and clapped her hands in satisfaction.

Her little face was innocent and naive, and her eyes were so pure that they could reflect a person's image, as if she had just finished a craft project like "tying a pretty bow".

No, you clearly tied this rope, so why do you look so innocent?!

Could it be that I learned it by accident? I have no idea what the special meaning of this binding method is?

Ji Zuodao's lips twitched.

That's great! So, out of all these demons in this room, I'm the only one who's been corrupted by Jinghai's big dye vat?

Where the hell can I complain to about this?!

At this moment, the only ones in the room who felt inexplicably ashamed and embarrassed, besides Ji Zuodao who was internally ranting, were the bound Ah Li.

Having navigated the complexities of society for so many years, and with the live-streaming industry being a mixed bag, what tricks hasn't she seen?

Although she had only seen it, she had never actually tried it.

Feeling the familiar yet strange sensation of being bound, Ahri glanced strangely at Ji Zuodao, whose face had darkened, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind:

This bastard's got some tricks up his sleeve, huh? He's not picky at all? He can even bring himself to attack my Tibetan fox face?

Could it be that she's planning to use her beauty to trick me into talking?

Wow...you know what, even though this section chief is a bit of a jerk, he's got a really good face and a great physique...

Who can stand this?

No wonder the ancients said that even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman...

Although Ji Zuodao couldn't read minds, the eerie light in Ah Li's eyes—a look of "sudden realization," "so that's how it is," and "I understand, I understand"—was simply too dazzling!

He instantly realized what kind of nonsense was going on in that ugly fox's head!

"..."

Ji Zuodao's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Oh shit!

so awkward!

never mind!

No review! Skip all preliminary steps!

Fast forward to the torture and interrogation stage! Use pain to make her forget those messy thoughts!

"Snapped!"

Without saying a word, Ji Zuodao slapped Ah Li across the face with a crisp sound. The force wasn't heavy, but it was enough to interrupt her wild thoughts.

"Fine, you're tight-lipped enough to refuse to tell, aren't you?"

Ji Zuodao tried his best to make his expression look fierce, attempting to regain some of the authority of a law enforcer.

"Then don't blame me for having to resort to some methods!"

Ahri's head tilted to the side after being slapped, and she blinked her squinty eyes, looking a little dazed.

No... Brother, aren't we jumping through the process a little too fast?

What about the setup? What about foreplay? What about coercion and enticement?

At least let's get the honey trap process through first, let me struggle with this for a bit!

They started with severe torture right from the beginning. I was afraid I wouldn't last until I could enjoy the honey trap, so I confessed first!

"Holy crap..."

Looking at Ah Li's hesitant and slightly regretful eyes, Ji Zuodao felt the veins on his forehead throbbing with excitement.

What kind of filthy nonsense is going on in that ugly fox's head?!

Give him a few hundred lashes first to wake him up!

Ji Zuodao gritted his teeth and reached out to Su Xiaoxiao beside him, his meaning clear—get the torture instrument, the whip!

Su Xiaoxiao immediately understood, and happily rummaged through her small bag. Then, with an "I understand" expression, she solemnly placed a piece of something on Ji Zuodao's outstretched palm.

Ji Zuodao instinctively grasped it, and upon touching it, the shape seemed somewhat correct, but the feel was completely wrong.

It's hard, smooth, and slightly curved.

He looked down.

A brand new, thick, long, festive red candle.

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He silently and slowly raised his eyes to look at Su Xiaoxiao, whose face seemed to say, "Praise me for being clever."

Su Xiaoxiao blinked her big eyes and saw that Ji Zuodao was staring at the candle without moving. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and her eyes lit up!

"Ah! I understand! You want to light it, right!"

As she spoke, she opened her small mouth and "poof" spat out a small cluster of foxfire, precisely igniting the top of the candle.

The warm candlelight flickered in the chaotic room, illuminating Ji Zuodao's stiff face and Ah Li's bewildered expression.

Looking at the flickering candlelight and feeling the ropes binding him, Ahri suddenly felt a sense of relief and even breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh... I see.

It still falls under the category of a honey trap.

The gameplay is a bit fancy.

But it's not unacceptable, is it?

Ji Zuodao looked at the burning candle in his hand, then looked up at Su Xiaoxiao's innocent face that seemed to be asking for praise, and finally caught a glimpse of Ah Li's strange look that seemed to say, "I get it, the demons in your city really know how to play..."

He felt a surge of heat rush to the top of his head, and his vision went black.

"Su, Xiao, Xiao—!"

Ji Zuodao practically spat out those three words through gritted teeth, then threw away the candle and reached out to precisely grab Su Xiaoxiao's fluffy fox ears.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Little Daodao, your ear's going to fall off!"

Su Xiaoxiao immediately cried out in pain, her pretty face scrunched up.

"You're not going to study hard, are you?! Huh?!"

Ji Zuodao grabbed her ear, heartbroken and furious, and roared in a low voice:

"You're only learning crooked and shady things! If the Empress finds out, she'll skin you alive!"

"Tell me! Where did you learn all this?!"

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes were brimming with tears, her face full of grievance, and she whispered her explanation:

"Isn't this the kind of torture and forced confession methods described in the books?"

"In the book?" Ji Zuodao was taken aback, and his grip loosened a little.

"Yes!"

Su Xiaoxiao rubbed her reddened ears and pouted:

"It's the kind of picture in those books on your bookshelf in your office. I flipped through it out of curiosity yesterday, and it seemed to be something about an investigator, or something like that. It was probably about interrogation."

At this point, Su Xiaoxiao seemed to recall something specific from the book, and a faint blush crept onto her fair face. Her eyes darted around, and her voice became even softer:

"The contents are so embarrassing, it looks quite improper... but since it's a book openly displayed on the bookshelf, it must be a proper work reference book, right?"

"On the bookshelf...the bookshelf in my office?"

Ji Zuodao's anger froze instantly, slowly turning into bewilderment.

In his office, there was indeed a rather impressive solid wood bookshelf, filled with all kinds of finely bound books, which looked very cultured and profound.

But he swears he hasn’t taken out a single book to read since that bookshelf was set up!

Purely decorative! After all, he's a section chief now; he needs to project an image of cultural sophistication, right?

At the time, he felt that the bookshelf looked unsightly when it was empty, so he casually handed over the glorious task of filling the bookshelf to Li Shuwen, who seemed to have the most cultured temperament.

That bastard patted his chest and assured everyone, "Don't worry, boss! I guarantee I'll arrange everything perfectly for you, with both depth and breadth, fully demonstrating your erudition and expertise as section chief!"

Now it seems...

Ji Zuodao slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Bureau 749, his eyes gradually becoming dangerous.

Li Shuwen...

You son of a bitch...

What kind of profound and comprehensive "good books" have you crammed onto my bookshelf?!