Yang Luo grinned and smiled gloomyly: "Let's play a game and I guarantee you're ecstatic."

After saying that, he glanced at Guan Hu, "Press him down!"

Guan Hu nodded and pressed his hands tightly on Hong Qiang's shoulder. Yang Luo looked at Hong Qiang who was struggling desperately and waved his hands, shook his head, "Go and find two more people."

Guan Hu didn't know what Yang Luo was going to do, so he turned around and walked out of the interrogation room and soon walked in with two criminal police officers.

Yang Luo said: "Take off his shirt and grab his hands and don't let him move."

Guan Hu pressed Hong Qiang's shoulders, and the two criminal police officers took off Hong Qiang's shirt, then grabbed Hong Qiang's arms, and pressed Hong Qiang tightly on the chair and couldn't move.

Hong Qiang stared at the three thin steel wires in Yang Luo's hand. He didn't know what the three steel wires were for, but they were definitely not a good thing. It was probably much more terrifying than the torture he had experienced before.

"Cheer!" Yang Luo tore off one of Hong Qiang's clothes, then he touched Hong Qiang's little arm very carefully, and said with a tsk sound: "I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that you are over forty and your skin is still so delicate."

Hong Qiang's body trembled violently, his eyes widened larger than the copper bell, and his fear in his heart was even more serious than before. His anus tightened, "What do you...what do you want?"

Yang Luo ignored Hong Qiang and gently tied the torn cloth strip to Hong Qiang's forearm very gently, then raised his head slightly, and bent his mouth, "Now your arm is congested. As long as I stabbed the wire in my hand into your fingertips, blood will squirt out, which is very fun."

Hong Qiang's face instantly turned bloodless, "Crazy... Madman, you are just a madman!"

Yang Luo stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and laughed secretly: "Don't worry, I'm not only a policeman, but also a doctor. I promise not to lose too much blood." After that, he held a steel wire and grabbed Hong Qiang's middle finger and was about to stab him.

Hong Qiang screamed in fear, his fingers connected to the heart. Before he could pierce, he felt the unbearable pain. Moreover, after piercing it, he knew that he would not die. The guy with mental problems in front of him would definitely not let him die, otherwise all of them would have trouble, including He Chongyang. But he was still afraid, not fake, but the kind of fear from the bottom of his heart.

Hong Qiang felt a pain in his fingertips and shouted sharply: "No, I said, I said!"

Yang Luo stopped the movements in his hand and said with some regret: "Brother Qiang, I have always respected you as a man, so don't say anything, let's play for a while."

"No, no, no, no!" Hong Qiang has no temper at all now. "The goods come from Guangdong, and the goods owner is called the old demon." Hong Qiang didn't wait for Yang Luo to say anything, and he explained it first, because he was afraid that Yang Luo would let him blood.

Guan Hu and two other detectives twitched their lips, and they said with emotion inside, "This is OK, too?" It seems that in torture, we have to discuss with Master Yang more. It is really knowledgeable everywhere, and it is really not OK without snacks."

Yang Luo waved his hand: "Let him go!"

Guan Hu and two criminal police officers let go of Hong Qiang, Yang Luo leaned on the table and said, "You are really a naughty boy. Then he said, "Where is the old man, how old is, whether a man or a woman, and there is a channel for shipping goods."

As soon as Yang Luo finished speaking, He Chongyang pushed open the door of the interrogation room and walked in, looked at Yang Luo, and said, "Xin Lianzhou called me and invited me to have a drink tomorrow at noon."
Chapter completed!