Ninth Special District

Qin Yu hurriedly pulled on the quilt, and Chong Lin Nianlei, who was thicker and thicker, ridiculed: "Why are you here every time we are intimate?"

"Maybe I am a witness of your love." Lin Nianlei came into the house carrying the fruit: "I heard that you were bravely wounded again, and I came to see you on behalf of the general public."

"That's right, I bought some food, one piece." The old cat greeted.

"Where did you go and haven't seen you for a long time?" Lin Nianlei asked the fruit on the table.

"Buy the business of Lianzhengzheng F, the team has recently been relocated, and I can come up with ideas everywhere." The old cat reached out and pulled the bedside table and placed it beside the bed.

"Hehehe." Lin Nianlei smiled contemptuously and asked Qin Yu with his hair up straight: "Brother, do you feel better?"

"It hurts my leg, it's no big deal." Qin Yu and Lin Nianlei were already very familiar with each other, so they didn't ask so much scruples: "How, has the news case happened?"

"The case has temporarily stopped." Lin Nianlei took a long breath, and said slightly helplessly: "I have no day and night to work below, I dare not collect the money, and people are chasing and chopping, but it can be messed up, But inexplicably stopped the news. Alas, I did n’t know what I was insisting on. "

"Leadership is public relations?" Qin Yu asked.

"The ghost knows." Lin Nianlei replied with a small hand: "Don't talk about it, I will become a **** after talking about it."

Qin Yu paused and persuaded: "Be calm, I think you have a slow case."

Lin Nianlei blinked his eyes wide: "Have you heard any wind?"

"That's not true, that's how it feels."

"How do you feel?"

"If Wu Wensheng can't hold on, then this news has to be published." Qin Yu responded bluntly.

Lin Nianlei was stunned: "Oh oh, that's a mess, aren't our media people still guns?"

"Hey, if you can say this, it means you are mature." The old cat interjected.

"... Okay, don't provoke her, she has also been quite mourned recently." Qin Yu hurriedly stopped and waved his hand and said, "Come, help me up, I'm going to eat."

"Let's come." Lin Nianlei saw the old cat lay on the table with takeaway, then took off his coat, dragged Qin Yu with both hands, leaned over to pick up the pillow and stuffed his back: "Rely on the head of the bed, like Not strenuous ... "

As soon as Qin Yu looked up, his head was suddenly smashed by the "ball": "Oh, brother, out of bounds!"

Lin Nianlei bowed his head in amazement, and went up with a slap: "Bitch, I killed you ..."

...

In the basement of Shiyuan Avenue, a sound of metal collision sounded, and the iron door was opened by two young people.

The raccoon who didn't see the figure for three days, looked up instantly, and looked at the door scarletly.

The two young men walked in and did not talk to the raccoon. They only took out the syringe from the aluminum box, opened his sleeve, pressed his arm firmly, and injected him into the vein.

The raccoon man struggled desperately, his raised eyes shouted: "What the **** are you doing, what did you fight for me? Is Wu Wensheng a damsel, the old man let him cut off his son, he wouldn't dare to kill me? Ah?"

The two ignored the raccoon and gently moved the drug slowly into the raccoon vein and turned away again.

"You let Wu Wensheng come in, I talk to him, you let him in ...!" The raccoon roared toward the door with extreme depression and fear.

"Boom!"

The iron door was closed and the room was quiet again.

The raccoon's head was lowered, the temples sweated down, the whole person's expression was dull, and his eyes were dull. He hasn't slept for a long time, his heart has been bursting with colic, and he is in a trance until he has hallucinations, feeling that there are countless light spots floating in front of his eyes.

In the surveillance room, Yuan Ke's eyes were also red, but he was very patient, sitting in a chair smoking cigarettes and loosening his posture.

"Brother, can this work?" The guy in front of the computer turned and asked, "If I want to say, let's go in, give him a hard one, and nail him. If it doesn't work, just nail two." Root ... No matter how hard the stubble is, I don't believe he can hold it. "

"This kind of thunderbolt is different from ordinary people. He does what he has today and no tomorrow. He is not afraid of being hit by a gun. Will it be effective if you nail a nail?" Yuan Ke replied with Erlang's legs: "When I was training in Fengbei, a teacher told me that the biggest limit of physical breakdown is to make people succumb temporarily. But when he doesn't hurt anymore, he doesn't suffer anymore, and the temporary surrender is over. So If you want a strong-willed prisoner to cooperate with you thoroughly, the best way is to let him collapse. "

"And what's the point?"

"Of course." Yuan Ke nodded without hesitation.

"What was the injection we gave him just now?" The boy asked curiously.

"Ordinary glucose." Yuan Ke responded with a smile: "It's too dry here. He didn't take in food and water. I'm afraid he can't hold it."

"Ah? Is it glucose?" The guy was surprised.

"He wouldn't think it was glucose." Yuan Ke smoked a cigarette and bowed his head in response: "He's almost there."

...

In the room where there was no light at all, the raccoon stooped down, his hands clenched so dullly that he was about to explode in the chest, and his eyeballs shouted: "What injection did you give me? You let Wu Wensheng come over, I want to talk to him Talk about ... "

No one answered outside.

The raccoon twitched his head non-stop, always feeling that someone was passing by the door, he could even hear the footsteps ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ But in fact there is no transparent place in the iron door, and no one around the corridor looked Holding him.

For three days, for ordinary people, it may be confusing, but in such a closed, dark, and no time reference space, it is absolutely lonely and long. He couldn't sleep, without food and water. Whether mentally or physically, he had reached a critical point.

And at this critical point, two people came in to give him no idea what medicine was injected, so the raccoon collapsed completely. He kept thinking in his heart, suggesting that the other party might inject him with poison P, a psychotropic drug? Or do you want to kill him directly and torture him on purpose?

He began to think wildly, his will was disintegrated a little bit.

In the middle of the quiet night, the raccoon couldn't bear it anymore. He wept bitterly and cried with tears in his nose: "Fuck me, die me!"

"Boom!"

The door opened, Yuan Ke stepped in and said softly, "Want to talk?"

The raccoon suddenly raised his head, his eyes narrowed to avoid the light from the door, and the depressed heart suddenly became extremely bright at the moment when he saw the light and people.

"Speaking of what I want to know, I will let you sleep and give you meals." Yuan Ke stood against the light, his voice calm.

"I ... I said ... I said ..." The raccoon hesitated for a while before responding dumbly.