994. Chapter 994 A good trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain
Lei Dazhuang raised his eyebrows: "You mean...all this was arranged? That man on the motorcycle deliberately led me away so that the gangsters could attack you?"
Ma Xiaoyao nodded: "This is possible..."
"Damn it!" Lei Dazhuang couldn't help but cursed: "Don't let me catch that kid riding a motorcycle, otherwise I will definitely break his legs!"
"Okay, don't be angry." Ma Xiaoyao waved his hand: "This is just my guess. As for whether it is true, we have to wait for the police's investigation results. Okay, it's getting late. Let's go back. What's the matter?
Let’s talk tomorrow.” After saying that, Ma Xiaoyao left the hospital.
Lei Dazhuang hurriedly followed.
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The police interrogation was conducted from the hospital. Vice Mayor Ma Xiaoyao was chased and killed in the street. This is not a small matter. If it is not handled properly, the consequences will be serious.
In an ordinary ward.
Zhang Shan looked at the gangster lying on the hospital bed with a serious expression: "Tell me, why are you chasing Vice Mayor Ma!"
The gangster shut his mouth tightly and said nothing.
Zhang Shan asked several times, but the gangster didn't say a word. Finally, Zhang Shan lost his patience, his face darkened, and he said in a cold tone: "I'll ask you one last time: Why are you chasing Vice Mayor Ma!"
The gangster still didn't speak.
Zhang Shan nodded: "Do you think I can't do anything to you if you don't speak?" At this point, Zhang Shan turned to look at the two policemen standing at the door: "Go and help this guy be happy."
"Yes." The two policemen immediately raised their feet and walked towards the gangster.
At this time, the gangster finally spoke, and he glared at Zhang Shan: "What do you want to do? I'm warning you, the law stipulates that the police are not allowed to lynch prisoners. If you dare to touch me today, I will definitely sue you...
"
Zhang Shan took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked it without paying any attention to the gangster.
The two policemen quickly walked to the hospital bed, stretched out their hands and pulled down the gangster's pants.
"Ah!" The gangster immediately screamed loudly: "What do you want to do...Help, the police are beating someone...um..." Just as the gangster was about to shout for help, a policeman quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and casually
After the ball was rolled, it was stuffed into the gangster's mouth. The gangster immediately couldn't scream anymore. At the same time, the two policemen held down the gangster's hands and feet.
"Uh...uh..." The gangster was frightened and struggled hard, but the two policemen held him down and the gangster couldn't get away at all.
Zhang Shan walked slowly to the bedside and shook the cigarette butt in his hand: "Tell me, if I put the cigarette butt in my hand into your nostrils, what would it feel like? I would probably make your nose hairs grow.
Light it up?"
There was a hint of fear and suspicion in the gangster's eyes. It seemed that the gangster didn't believe that Zhang Shan really dared to stuff the cigarette butt into his nostrils.
In fact, the gangster guessed correctly. Zhang Shan really did not dare to put cigarette butts into the gangster's nostrils. The police are also knowledgeable in torturing prisoners. (In some special circumstances, such as encountering particularly recalcitrant prisoners, the police can only use a little more force in order to solve the case.
First of all, there should be no obvious injuries on the prisoner's body, and secondly, the prisoner must be prevented from obtaining evidence of torture. As long as these two points are met, the police will not be afraid of the prisoner suing them.
"Forget it. Although it's fun to light your nose hairs on fire, the burning smell is too unpleasant. I really don't want to smell this smell." Zhang Shan shook his head.
The gangster's eyes suddenly showed a trace of ridicule.
The corner of Zhang Shan's mouth curled up slightly: "Although I don't want to light your nose hair, but I can let you enjoy other projects..." At this point, Zhang Shan reached out and threw away the cigarette butt, then bent down and held it with two fingers.
He picked up the hair on the gangster's legs and pulled it gently, and the hair fell off.
"Well..." The gangster straightened up immediately. As we all know, pulling out hair is still very painful, but no trauma can be seen when pulling out hair. Because of this, Zhang Shan felt confident and bold enough to pull out hair on the gangster's legs and let the gangster enjoy it.
The beauty of pain.
"One...two...three..."
Zhang Shan was pulling out his hair and counting at the same time, as if he was playing some kind of fun game.
Being held down by two strong policemen and with a thick handkerchief stuffed in his mouth, the gangster had no choice but to endure the pain. He glared at Zhang Shan with a pair of eyes full of anger.
, if looks could kill, Zhang Shan would probably have died several times.
"Listen, if you want to answer my question, just nod." Zhang Shan said calmly while pulling out his hair: "If I were you, I would definitely say something and I would never endure this kind of pain."
"Huh!" The gangster let out a cold snort from his nostrils. His mouth was blocked and he couldn't speak, so he protested to Zhang Shan with a cold snort.
"Okay, you have the backbone! I want to see how long you can last!" Zhang Shan smiled coldly, waved his hands quickly, and instantly pulled out dozens of hairs on the gangster's legs, causing the gangster's body to tremble in pain.
tremble.
It was obviously very painful, but the gangster still gritted his teeth and refused to give in.
Although hair pulling is very enjoyable, you must be careful not to cause any trauma. Zhang Shan pulled out hundreds of hairs in one breath, but the gangster still did not give in. Seeing that hair pulling was not effective, Zhang Shan had to use another method.
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Zhang Shan walked to the end of the bed and reached out to pull off the gangster's shoes. The smell of foot smell immediately entered the noses of Zhang Shan and the two policemen, making Zhang Shan and the two policemen dizzy.
"Damn!" Zhang Shan couldn't help but cursed: "Do you usually wash your feet? It's so damn smelly! If you go to participate in the foot odor contest, you will definitely be the well-deserved champion!" As he spoke, Zhang Shan endured it.
With a disgusted look on his face, he pulled off the gangster's socks with his fingers.
A trace of doubt flashed in the gangster's eyes. He couldn't figure out what Zhang Shan was going to do. Since he disliked the smell of his feet, why did he take off his shoes and socks? The gangster's doubts did not last long, and he soon understood what Zhang Shan was doing.
The intention of the mountain...
Zhang Shan was seen covering his nose with one hand and gently scratching the gangster's soles with the other hand.
Tickle?
Zhang Shan actually came up with such a bad idea! Tickling the soles of the feet is very torturous, and most people can't stand it.
"Uh uh... uh..." The gangster immediately started struggling violently, the anger in his eyes became even greater. He simply hated Zhang Shan to death. He was so despicable and shameless!
Scratch left, scratch right, scratch the top a few times, scratch the bottom a few more times...
Zhang Shan's fingers were very flexible and tickled the gangster's soles back and forth. The itchy and numb feeling made the gangster want to die. After about a few minutes, the gangster finally couldn't stand it anymore and rushed towards Zhang Shan.
Shan kept nodding.
Zhang Shan glanced at the gangster: "Are you willing to answer my question?"
"Well..." The gangster nodded desperately.
"It seems that you are not very tough." Zhang Shan curled his lips contemptuously, "Okay, let him go, take out the handkerchief from his mouth, and let him pass on his socks and shoes... Look at him
, don't let him move around, I'm going to wash my hands first... it really stinks..." After a few words of explanation, Zhang Shan quickly walked out of the ward.
The two policemen had long been fed up with the smell of the gangster's feet. After receiving Zhang Shan's order, the two policemen immediately let go and quickly backed away from the gangster. The gangster who regained his freedom stretched out his hand to tear off the handkerchief from his mouth.
, then raised the soles of his feet and rubbed them hard on the hospital bed a few times, then put on his socks and shoes: "I scolded the guy next door, how could there be such a despicable and shameless person in the world!"
"What are you talking about!" The two policemen glared at the gangster: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful I will slap you with a big mouth!"
"Come on! If you don't whip me, I'm not a human being!" the gangster shouted.
"You think I really don't dare?" The relatively young policeman raised his feet and walked towards the gangster.
The older policeman hurriedly grabbed his companion and said, "Calm down. If I deliberately provoke you, if you really slap him and let his face show scars, you will be in trouble."
"Damn it!" The young policeman came to his senses and glared at the gangster: "I almost fell into your trap!"
Seeing that the young policeman saw through his intentions, the gangster suddenly showed a trace of disappointment. He had indeed deliberately angered the young policeman just now, hoping that the young policeman would lose his mind and beat him severely, preferably leaving obvious trauma, so
Once this happened, the gangsters could confidently sue the police for beating the prisoners, but unfortunately the police were not fooled.
A few minutes later, Zhang Shan came back. He washed his hands with soap more than ten times in the toilet before getting rid of the smell.
Zhang Shan secretly swore in his heart that when he "tortures" prisoners again in the future, he will definitely let his subordinates do it, and he will never do it himself.
"Tell me, why are you chasing Vice Mayor Ma?" Zhang Shan lit up a cigarette again and started to smoke.
The gangster hesitated for a moment...
Zhang Shan raised his eyebrows: "What? It's not itchy enough? How about I scratch it for you a few more times?"
The gangster's face twitched: "I have never seen such a despicable and shameless person like you... Someone paid us to kill horses for free!"
A flash of light flashed in Zhang Shan's eyes: "Who hired you?"
The gangster shook his head: "I don't know..."
"Huh?" Zhang Shan's eyes widened.
"I really don't know..." the gangster said with a grimace: "The other party contacted us by phone, and the money was transferred to us through a bank transfer... From the beginning to the end, I never saw that person..."
Of course Zhang Shan didn't believe it. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the two policemen to hold the culprit down again. Zhang Shan tore off the shoes and socks that the culprit had just put on, and once again stretched out his fingers to draw circles on the soles of the culprit's feet...
The gangster screamed immediately...but soon his mouth was blocked by a thick handkerchief...
This time, no matter how Zhang Shan tortured him, the gangster insisted that he was not lying. Seeing the gangster's miserable appearance after being tortured to the point of exhaustion, Zhang Shan frowned. It seemed that the gangster was telling the truth.
