Feng Qi didn't tell anyone, he walked forward, leaned down, and said slowly: "My information is never wrong. There are only a few people in this place, just an old man, so it's not that difficult to find."
The old man turned his face away, not daring to open his eyes to look at him.
But he still firmly denied: "I don't know the person you are talking about."
Feng Qi gave a soft "tsk" and reached out to grab the old man's arm. The latter quickly backed away in fright and looked at him warily: "What do you want to do?"
Feng Qi asked: "Then what are you guilty of?"
"I..." The old man's lips parted, trying to argue, but in the end he didn't say a word.
Feng Qi stepped forward, grabbed his arm again, and lifted the man up roughly regardless of his resistance.
Due to his unstable center of gravity and alcohol anesthesia, if Feng Qi had not supported his body with one hand, the remaining wood chips on the ground and the feeling of falling would have caused considerable injuries to the old man.
"What are you doing?" The old man looked panicked, "Do you know how to respect the elderly? Let me go quickly. Believe it or not, I will call the police!"
"..."
Zhong Li, who was standing quietly next to him, couldn't help but rub his temples, "He is more energetic than I thought."
Very noisy.
Feng Qi brought the person to her, "You don't want to enlighten me."
Zhong Li tilted his head and asked him, "How to enlighten me."
Feng Qi frowned slightly, his eyes careless, as if he was thinking about something. After pondering for a while, he looked at Zhong Li: "Force, knife or something else, it depends on what you like."
Zhong Li spreads his hands, "Knife control at home."
Feng Qi: "..."
I almost forgot that Zhong Li suffers from depression, and her family will most likely not let her touch these things.
Feng Qi took a step back and said, "Do what you are good at and let this old man tell the truth."
"I'm good at crying." Zhong Li blew his nails nonchalantly, "I'm still a student, how can I be so violent?"
Feng Qi:......!!
He looked Zhong Li up and down, his eyes flashing with worry, and tentatively said: "Are you... okay?"
Zhong Li responded calmly: "No."
Feng Qi took a step back, and one of his hands couldn't help but touch his chest.
"The way you look makes me a little scared."
Every time Zhong Li shows such an abnormal appearance, he is like a demon crawling out of hell, killing people without even blinking, and his hands are stained with countless blood.
Feng Qi even persuaded her to receive psychological counseling several times, but she was always rejected, saying that it would affect her tasks and status.
At that time, Zhong Li was already the gold medal of the organization.
Zhong Li is helpless.
She touched her head and took a deep breath. The abnormality in her brain made her shake her head repeatedly.
"Maybe it was affected by the environment here and the tone of your words just now."
That’s the attitude.
Seeing that she was back to normal, Feng Qi also breathed a sigh of relief.
He asked: "Is it because of your illness?"
Zhong Li nodded.
The gloomy environment and Feng Qi's questioning of the old man just now suddenly brought her to the darkest period in her previous life.
It was nothing at first, but as if she was immersed in that scene, her attitude changed.
She frowned slightly, calmed down, and looked at Feng Qi, casually and lazily: "But what I just said is true."
Zhong Li doesn’t want to go back to the life he desperately wants to escape from.
Feng Qi's mouth twitched slightly.
Before Zhong Li traveled to this world, he was indeed incontinent of tears.
That said, it seems that he is determined not to do this kind of thing again.