Chapter 423 Hard-mouthed?! Dare to be silent?! Power him!
"Come on, let's see how skillful you are and explain it yourself. How many times have you done this?"
After the bomber was thrown to the ground, Jiang Yuan stretched out his electric baton and motioned for him to look at the black stick with flashing electric light and tell him to save himself from physical pain.
"Ho...uh...uh uh..."
Although the bomber was in pain after hearing Jiang Yuan's question, he still decided to save himself. Who can say that he is a repeat offender? This must be his first time!
But when the bomber wanted to quibble, he suddenly found that his body was still out of control. Not to mention speaking fluently, even if he made a little movement, he had to grit his teeth and endure the pain and use all his strength to say "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
" Make some noise.
"Okay! I just like tough-talking bastards like you!"
Jiang Yuan was so excited when he saw that the bomber was not moved at all and refused to explain anything. No matter what, he would give him a shock first and then talk!
Sizzling, crackling.
Jiang Yuan, who has received CIA interrogation training, knows very well how much electric current can make the interrogated person feel the maximum pain while ensuring a sustainable interrogation.
The CIA does not need to pay attention to the impact like the police. Basically, people who are caught and interrogated by the intelligence agency will most likely not see the light of day again.
Therefore, the interrogation methods are inevitably a bit rough, but Jiang Yuan is a studious person and a person full of romantic sentiments.
After learning CIA interrogation techniques, Jiang Yuan felt that although their interrogation techniques were superb, they paid very little attention to sustainability. Such interrogatees would basically be disabled for life even if they didn't die after the interrogation.
Jiang Yuan felt that this was not good, so he made a slight improvement to the interrogation method.
Specifically, during the violent interrogation process, a trace amount of life energy is replenished simultaneously. This can not only ensure that the person being interrogated is energetic, but also keep him awake without causing any disease, so that he can continue next time.
Of course, this method is only applicable to Jiang Yuan himself, and the life energy used will not be wasted. After this person has no use value, most of the life energy of the person being interrogated will be directly drained away.
In this way, Jiangyuan not only won't lose money, but will even make a profit.
What does it mean to do what you do and love what you do? When it comes to loving one's job and being dedicated to one's job, Jiang Yuan said that he doesn't agree with anyone.
"How about it, Mr. Bomber, it's useless for you to be so silent." Seeing that the bomber remained unmoved, Jiang Yuan crouched down and followed the instructions, acting like I was really doing it for your own good:
"It's hard for me to handle you being so silent. Why don't you just explain the past situation directly, and then you don't have to suffer any more."
"This is my first time working as a detective. You can't let a young man fail like this in his first job attempt, right?"
"Looking after the old and loving the young is a beautiful human virtue. Sir, I think you can understand me, right?"
Jiang Yuan blinked his eyes and very much expected that the bomber would "abandon darkness and embrace the light", but unfortunately the only response Jiang Yuan received was deathly silence and the sound of the bomber breathing heavily.
"..."
"Huh...huh...breathe...huh..."
"It's hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words...It's hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words!"
Jiang Yuan's smile suddenly faded, and a look of resentment emerged on his face: "Why can't you show more care to a young man who just showed up to us?!"
“What’s wrong with this society?!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark electric baton hit the bomber's body again, and the familiar heat surged into the bomber's body again, and his body began to twitch involuntarily.
At this moment, the bomber's eyes were filled with innocence and injustice. How much he wanted to tell Jiang Yuan in front of him that he said it! He said it all!
He wanted to tell Jiang Yuan all the things he had done before, including the time when he was a child and he watched the widow next door take a bath and stole the underwear hanging on the balcony.
But he can’t!
He had no time to recover in such a short period of time after being shocked. Even if he wanted to answer Jiang Yuan's questions, he was still unable to do so.
The high school student in front of me actually said he was a detective?
asshole!
Does this guy think he doesn't know what it's like to be a detective?
Although the bomber has never been caught and has never faced detectives, he is naturally well-informed as he lives in Yoneka Town, Tokyo.
Whether you look at it on TV or at a crime scene you encounter by chance, this is not how detectives handle cases!
The devilish high school student in front of me is more like the little villain in the TV series who is tortured in a prison cell.
As the bomber's nightmare-like black stick struck, he couldn't care less about the thoughts surging in his mind. The physical pain made his mind go blank again.
The only sounds in the alley were the sound of electricity and the sound of electric batons running.
.............Asking for a monthly ticket............
In the restaurant, Takagi Wataru and Shiratori Rensaburo finally finished checking the kitchen and warehouse. Because there were surveillance cameras in the restaurant and there were always people there, they were able to confirm that no one left anything suspicious in the store.
It can be said that the call to the police just now was indeed a malicious prank.
Because of the gun battle in Nishitama City, the police in the entire island country are now very sensitive to explosives, and they all hope to find some clues and follow the clues to take revenge on their counterparts in Nishitama City.
Of course, this is also for their own sake. No one wants to surprise them when they catch a thief in the future, and the thief takes out a pistol or a grenade from his arms.
But this time it seems that it will be in vain.
Takagi and Shiratori left the kitchen with regret and happiness. They thanked the person in charge of the restaurant and prepared to leave the restaurant and return to the Metropolitan Police Department.
Recently, all members of the Metropolitan Police Department have been working overtime due to the Nishitama City incident. Takagi and Shiratori have not left the Metropolitan Police Department for several days.
Just as they were about to leave the restaurant, a familiar female voice stopped them:
"Officer Takagi, Officer Shiratori! Here, here!"
When the two police officers turned around, they found that the lively Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan were waving at them. It was rare to meet acquaintances after the mission.
After confirming that there were no plague gods such as Mouri Kogoro, Conan, Ehara, Hattori Heiji, Kojima Genta, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, Yoshida Ayumi, etc. in the restaurant, the two police officers came to where Maori Ran and Sonoko were with a pleased smile.
seat.
etc!
Shiratori Rensaburo walked to the dining table and discovered a blind spot. There were only two people at the dining table, Maori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko, but there were three cups on the table.
So who does this third quilt belong to?
Shiratori felt a sense of despair that he would have to work overtime again...
No way...really not...
Don’t these rice cracker gods need a break?!
Before Shiratori Rensaburo could ask, Suzuki Sonoko, who was extremely itchy, poured out everything to them like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.
After hearing that the policeman they drove was targeted by car thieves, Takagi and Shiratori had a sense of absurdity in their eyes.
Mihua’s current generation of car thieves are so mentally retarded?!