Chapter 236 Intercepting the pulse to extract a confession
Text] Chapter 236: Cutting off the Pulse to Extract a Confession
"Hello! I, Sangden, thank you very much for saving Sangkun's life yesterday. "
The middle-aged man spoke blunt Mandarin, which sounded a bit difficult to pronounce, but his attitude was extremely sincere.
"Brother Kun and I are friends, so it's only right to help."
Xu Qing smiled and stood up and shook hands. He felt that there was a layer of hard calluses on the other person's palm, which looked like someone who often engaged in physical labor.
Sangden glanced at his son, with a hint of approval in his eyes, smiled and sat on the sofa, and said sincerely: "Sangkun is lucky to have such a good friend like you. Friendship knows no boundaries.
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Xu Qing said with a smile: "Sometimes getting to know each other is a matter of fate. Making friends regardless of rich or poor country, the most important thing is to get along."
Guo Sangkun said: "Dad, Qingzi said there is a way to get the sniper to tell who his employer is. Why don't we finish the business first and then talk?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Sanden's eyes: "Really? That's great. I also want to know who is so vicious." At the end of the sentence, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and an unnoticeable flash appeared in his eyes.
The fierce look.
Xu Qing said: "Without further delay, I want to interrogate the gunman now."
Sangden lowered his chin and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Let Sangkun go with you!"
Guo Sangkun said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll let Miao Miao Dan make a pot of good tea, and the gunman will come and taste it after the interrogation."
"Okay, I'll do my best."
The two of them got up and went out. Guo Sangkun led Xu Qing downstairs and entered the elevator again. This time he pressed the seven-character key. Xu Qing felt that the elevator was still going down, but it quickly stopped. The so-called seven-character key was pressed.
The building is just below the hall just now.
As soon as the elevator door opened, a gust of cool wind filled with moisture hit my face. I saw a dark corridor with dim lights. There were several rusty and heavy iron doors on both sides of the corridor. There were four guards at both ends of the corridor.
With a bright AK hanging around his neck, the expression on his face was relatively relaxed.
The two of them walked to the iron door at the end. Guo Sangkun said a few words to the guard on the side. The guard immediately took out a key from his waist and inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it.
Squeak! The iron door was opened, and a strange smell mixed with the smell of blood and barbecue floated into his nostrils. Xu Qing couldn't help frowning, and when he glanced around, the scene in front of him made his heart skip a beat.
This is a house of less than a hundred square meters. The fluorescent tubes inside are a bit dazzling. There is an extinguished charcoal stove in the center of the house. There is a wooden bench on the ground, which is a bit like a carpenter's horse bench.
There are whips, soldering irons, needle-nose pliers, three-edged knives, rubber sticks... there are more than ten kinds of torture instruments.
The naked fake monk had his hands tied behind his back and hung with a thick hemp rope on a metal hook as thick as a fist on the ceiling. His toes just touched the ground, but he couldn't put any force on his soles. His whole body was covered in scars, and almost no one was good.
The flesh and blood were turned over, making the flesh feel cold to the eyes.
Blood mixed with sweat accumulated in a small puddle at his feet, but the fake monk's bloodshot eyes were still stubbornly open, staring resentfully at Xu Qing and Guo Sangkun who walked into the room, with a small arc on his dry lips.
It was moving and seemed to be muttering something in a low voice.
Xu Qing couldn't understand the Dian language, so Guo Sangkun naturally acted as the translator.
"He's telling us to kill him!"
There was a trace of hatred in Guo Sangkun's eyes. He was usually very flamboyant. He asked himself that he had never had an undying grudge with anyone. This gunman took five lives in broad daylight. No matter what the purpose was, he really hated him.
Gritting his teeth.
"Ask him if he wants to die or live." Xu Qing said lightly, and then moved two steps forward.
Although Guo Sangkun didn't know Xu Qing's intention, he still translated the original words into Dian at the top of his lungs.
The fake monk raised the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to smile, but the pain at the wound made his smile freeze on his face, replaced by a look of pain, and he gritted his teeth and cursed.
"He told us to use whatever tricks we have, which is equivalent to frowning and not being a good man..."
Guo Sangkun's translation is very good, and he also cited the cultural differences between the two countries.
Xu Qing sneered and said: "Tell him to bite his tongue if he wants to die, otherwise he will taste the feeling of not being able to survive but to die." This gunman is murderous, and he will not feel guilty even if his methods are more violent.
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Killers are always killed. Since you are a killer, you must have the consciousness to be killed. This is just to test whether the gunman has the courage to commit suicide. If this guy really bites his tongue, Xu Qing is absolutely sure to stop him at the last moment.
Live him.
Guo Sangkun hesitated for a moment, then translated the original words. A flash of panic flashed in the gunman's eyes, and he suddenly gritted his teeth and denounced them.
What surprised Xu Qing was that Guo Sangkun didn't translate immediately, so he shouted: "What's the ink mark? Translate quickly."
Guo Sangkun smiled bitterly and said: "All he said were curse words, and he even mentioned things about women peeing several times. Do you want a translation?"
Xu Qing shook his head with a smile, took two steps forward again, stretched out two fingers and tapped the gunman a few times, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said to Guo Sangkun: "Tell him, if you think of
If you know who your employer is, shout out loudly. My patience only lasts for one cigarette, and we will leave as soon as I finish my cigarette."
Guo Sangkun was stunned again, almost biting his tongue while translating, but finally explained the main idea clearly.
"Ah..." The gunman raised his head in vain and let out a cry of pain, and then began to howl heartbreakingly. His whole body began to tremble violently, his bloodshot eyes stared as if they were about to fall out, and tears poured down his face.
It was obscene, as if he was suffering from boundless pain.
The screams gradually became hoarse and weak. Xu Qing had just smoked half of a cigarette when the gunman finally shouted at the top of his lungs: "I said... the one who hired me was his uncle, Sandara..."
Naturally, Xu Qing couldn't understand what the gunman said. Guo Sangkun was completely stunned. He never imagined that the person who hired the murderer (5) to kill him was actually his biological uncle, Sandala!
"Quickly translate, has this guy revealed the behind-the-scenes instructions?"
Xu Qing was a little anxious. Guigu's acupuncture manual clearly stated that after being hit by this pulse-cutting acupuncture method, his whole body would feel like being eaten by thousands of ants. Ordinary people simply could not bear this kind of pain. After being hit by the pulse-cutting acupoint method for half an hour, Xu Qing was a little anxious.
If it is not untied, the person will bleed from the seven holes and die.
It's definitely easy to use this kind of magic to extract a confession. To be safe, Xu Qing deliberately said that he would finish smoking a cigarette before leaving, just to wait for the gunman to take the initiative to confess. What he didn't expect was that the gunman seemed to have already confessed, but Guo Sangkun was dumbfounded.
In the same place, it seems that I have even forgotten about the translation.