Regarding human expressions, Meng Shaoyuan has always believed that he is the unique and top expert of this era.

No one can lie to themselves!

No one will be an exception.

When we arrived at the 174th Division, division commander Wang Zanbin was already waiting there.

"Did Director Dai send you here?"

When Wang Zanbin saw Meng Shaoyuan, he didn't even say a polite word.

"Yes, I..."

"I know, I know." Wang Zanbin was definitely impatient. He didn't wait for Meng Shaoyuan to finish speaking and grabbed him: "That guy is definitely a big guy. Hurry up and see if there are any clues. Don't let him die."

,Um...by the way, what is your name?"

Meng Shaoyuan couldn't laugh or cry: "Meng Shaoyuan."

"Okay, Meng Shaoyuan. Hey, are you sure?"

“I’m not very sure, but I’m still 70 or 80% certain.”

"become!"

Wang Zanbin gave a thumbs up.

In the makeshift emergency room, a wounded person was lying there.

Is this the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel?

"That's him!" Wang Zanbin pointed at the wounded man.

this……

Meng Shaoyuan was stunned for a moment.

Micro-expressions...right...that...right...

The so-called micro-expressions are to accurately analyze whether a person's words are true or false based on his face and movements, determine his inner activities, and reveal psychological secrets.

Meng Shaoyuan is an expert, of course... he needs to see that person's face... even the person's body parts.

What would you think if there was a person in front of you who was bandaged from head to toe like a rice dumpling?

What do you think about lying on the hospital bed as motionless as a dead person?

This is the person in front of me.

Moreover, he was tied to the bed and unable to move.

Meng Shaoyuan was stunned.

"That who...is him."

Wang Zanbin was very interested: "What's your name? No matter, let's interrogate it. The sooner you find out, the better."

your sister!

How the hell is this being tried?

“I’m not very sure, but I’m still 70 or 80% certain.”

This is what Master Meng just boasted about.

The cow that I have boasted about has to be finished with tears in my eyes.

"Mr. Wang." Meng Shaoyuan swallowed his saliva: "He doesn't even know how to speak, right?"

"It should be possible, he is conscious." Wang Zanbin quickly replied: "When he woke up, he made a 'wuwu' sound, struggled desperately, and the wound burst. It seemed that he wanted to die there. I want to live,

So he was tied up."

Meng Shaoyuan didn't want to talk, he just wanted to be alone and quiet.

Calm down well.

"The trial, the trial can begin."

Wang Zanbin kept urging from the side.

How to judge?

Would you like to examine me?

Meng Shaoyuan bit the bullet: "Mr. Wang, this person... is in a special situation... I need a quiet environment, I don't need it, no one should bother me... Please help me prepare something to eat and drink, and a few more

A pack of cigarettes.”

"become."

Although he was a little dissatisfied that he could not interrogate immediately and get the desired result immediately, Wang Zanbin still agreed.

Meng Shaoyuan moved a stool and sat down next to the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel.

The Japanese man's eyes exposed outside the gauze were closed tightly, and he didn't know whether he was continuing to be in a coma or didn't want to open his eyes.

Who bandaged it?

Is it necessary to wrap it like this?

"Tell me, what's the benefit of fighting?"

Faced with a difficult challenge that he had never encountered before, Meng Shaoyuan decided to give it a try: "So many people have died, Chinese, Japanese, men, women..."

What sounds like a meaningless question is actually a tentative attack...

The Japanese had no reaction at all.

No wonder, his body was bandaged so tightly, and he was tied to the bed, with his eyes still closed. What can be seen and analyzed?

Meng Shaoyuan was speaking in Chinese before, but when there was no response from the other party, he suddenly switched to Japanese: "I really miss Japan..."

Moved!

Lieutenant Colonel's eyelids moved.

He could hear and was still awake.

"Kaiseki cuisine in Kyoto... Shrimp skewers in Osaka..." Meng Shaoyuan continued talking one by one.

Still no response.

“Lobster roll in Tokyo…”

Moved!

Lieutenant Colonel's eyelids moved again, just like his reaction when he heard Japanese.

He is probably from Tokyo!

“Osaka skewered shrimp wrapped in grilled crispy pancakes…”

Meng Shaoyuan deliberately said it wrong.

The muscles under the closed eyes moved.

"Ah, no, I remembered it wrong." Meng Shaoyuan immediately changed his mind: "The lobster roll should contain lobster meat and crab meat..."

Well, my eyebrows moved slightly.

Okay, now we have a comparison.

When he said something wrong and didn't guess correctly, the muscles under his eyes would show contempt... and when he said something right, his eyebrows would move in agreement...

The face can speak.

Your eyes will also give you the answer.

No matter how much you try to hide yourself, your inner activities will always be reflected somewhere.

Mouth, nose, eyes...any part is possible.

With a reference, the following becomes slightly simpler.

Meng Shaoyuan tried his best to think about everything related to Tokyo.

"Tokyo Bay will allow me to maintain peace of mind...Nihonbashi should be the place with the most traditional Japanese culture..."

Meng Shaoyuan said the places that came to his mind one after another.

The lieutenant colonel made no comment.

He is from Tokyo, but he is not interested in these places?

Didn't it affect him at all?

Meng Shaoyuan was not discouraged, but kept talking about places related to Tokyo one after another: "...By the way, there is also Asakusa, which is said to have inherited the last samurai spirit of the Edo period..."

Moved!

The muscles under Lieutenant Colonel's eyes moved!

That is an expression of contempt!

Asakusa, to put it nicely, inherits the last samurai spirit of the Edo period. In fact, it is a mixed bag of dragons and snakes. Most of the people living there are ordinary Japanese people and down-and-out samurai.

Lieutenant Colonel looks down upon this place at all!

Well, it goes without saying that there are all the poor and backward places.

Akihabara, Shibuya, Shinjuku...

Meng Shaoyuan continued to guess one by one.

When he mentioned "Chiyoda", Lieutenant Colonel's face changed again.

His eyebrows twitched.

Chiyoda!

Why did he admire this place so much?

What attracts him?

There, there is a place that is extremely sacred to the Japanese:

Royal Palace!

Something to do with the palace?

Meng Shao had never been to the Japanese Imperial Palace, nor had his teacher Yuri Yamashita.

Meng Shaoyuan knew nothing about the Japanese Imperial Palace.

But this does not trouble Master Meng.

One word:

Edit!

Meng Shaoyuan began to imagine the Forbidden City in China and the royal palaces he had seen in movies and TV shows, and made them up randomly.

Lieutenant Colonel's reactions gradually became more frequent.

It's all contempt.

If he could speak now and was willing to speak, he would definitely tell Meng Shaoyuan:

"What are you talking about there?"

"You have been to the palace, and you are very familiar with the palace!" Meng Shaoyuan switched to Chinese and muttered to himself: "What is your relationship with the palace? You..."

Lieutenant Colonel's eyelids blinked silently.
Chapter completed!