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Text Chapter 672 Interrogation

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    "Tell me, it's for your own good." Yang Zongbao felt warm in his stomach: "Did the pufferfish just now taste good?"

    "Not bad" Chen Zhichao answered casually, but immediately realized something was wrong: "Have you eaten?"

    "No. It's just that the puffer fish itself is poisonous. As you know, puffer fish has a certain chance of being poisonous. There is no way to avoid it, so there is no need to make a fuss." Yang Zongbao continued to eat as if nothing was wrong.  Sashimi.  Fugu meat is delicious and makes sashimi very delicious.  The sashimi master's craftsmanship is very good, each piece of fish is very thin, and you can see the peony pattern on the plate through the fish fillet

    "Ah" Chen Zhichao suddenly felt severe pain in his stomach and foamed at the mouth: "Helphelp me"

    "Save you!" Yang Zongbao sighed endlessly: "I haven't thought about it yet."

    "You" Chen Zhichao felt that the muscles all over his body were stiff against his will, and he was in excruciating pain. His breathing became rapid, his trachea became narrow, and all his senses were seeking increasingly thinner air.  The faces of Yang Zongbao and Ice Girl kept twisting and deforming in front of his eyes, like looking at a funny mirror.  Chen Zhichao admired himself for being able to think of such a suitable description at this time.

    The vision became dimand finally turned blackthe world became quiet

    Chen Zhichao did not expect that he would survive, but his whole body was sore and weak.

    "woke up?"

    Yang Zongbao¡¯s pleasant voice made Chen Zhichao¡¯s eyes widen in horror, as if he were an evil ghost.

    "What's wrong? Why don't you thank me? I saved you!" Yang Zongbao squatted beside Chen Zhichao's head, playing with the used syringe in his hand, which still had some remaining liquid.

    ¡°¡­¡± It¡¯s not that Chen Zhichao doesn¡¯t want to speak but that his throat has not recovered yet.

    "Don't you want to talk?" Yang Zongbao waved, and the ice girl walked to the side with a plate of puffer fish sashimi: "Would you like some more?"

    "Whatare you going to do?" Chen Zhichao knew that Yang Zongbao was the kind of person who would really do something to him.  Because he remembered very clearly that just before he fell into coma, Yang Zongbao's eyes were really not touched at all. He just watched him struggling so calmly, as if he were looking at an ant.  Chen Zhichao has seen many ruthless people, but most of them show the dark side of their hearts, with hideous looks or weird behaviors.  But it happened that everything was normal for Yang Zongbao.  When a person can behave normally when another person is on the verge of death, it is extremely abnormal in itself.  So Chen Zhichao now wants to delay time and maybe there will be a turn for the better.  The place he was in was still the same box he was in before he fell into coma.

    "Let me guess!" Yang Zongbao deliberately tried to be cute: "Do you want to delay time so that the boss of Fulihua will notice the movement in this box and save you?"

    ¡°¡­¡± Chen Zhichao acquiesced.

    "It's so funny that a person like you would wait for someone else's salvation?" Yang Zongbao laughed heartily: "Have you ever thought about the feelings of those who lie under your scalpel?"

    "What did you say?" Chen Zhichao felt that Yang Zongbao seemed to know something.

    "Stop pretending. Do you remember Buhong Community? Don't you always make some extra money there? Do you still need me to remind you?" Yang Zongbao suddenly plunged the syringe in his hand into Chen Zhichao's heart.

    "Ah" Chen Zhichao roared: "Help!"

    "Do you know what's in this syringe?" Yang Zongbao deliberately slowed down his movements so that Chen Zhichao could see clearly that the liquid in the syringe was slowly dyed red by the blood returning from his heart.

    "It'swhat?" Chen Zhichao suddenly felt that he had forgotten a very important fact, very important.

    "Adrenaline! I don't know how strong your body's tolerance is." After Yang Zongbao finished speaking, he pressed his thumb hard, and all the pink liquid in the syringe was injected into his heart.

    "ah¡­¡­"

    Almost at the same time, Chen Zhichao felt that his heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest. The medicine had already started to react.

    "How is it? Is it comfortable?" Yang Zongbao said carelessly.

    "You" Chen Zhichao lost his temper.

    "I still have a lot of medicine here." Yang Zongbao slowly smoked medicine in front of Chen Zhichao: "Atropine, scopolamine and some narcotics what do you think?"

    "What do you want to know?" Chen Zhichao gritted his teeth.

    "It's not that you said I forgot, but I don't want to know anything now. I just want to try the medicinal properties of the medicine." Yang Zongbao said, grabbing the syringe and inserting it into Chen Zhichao's heart.

    "Ah" Chen Zhichao didn't even have the strength to shout out the pain. He could only feel that something was inserted into his heart.  But it¡¯s notWhat a pain.  This unknown fear almost drove him crazy.

    "You said I want an injection?" Yang Zongbao even pulled the syringe back, drew out a tube of blood, then loosened it forward, and then pulled it back again, all for fun.

    "you¡­¡­"

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    Two hours later, Yang Zongbao got the answer he wanted.

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    "Brother Yang, you are really cruel." Monk Hua knew everything from the surveillance screen.  Yang Zongbao's method can be said to be deadly.

    "It's okay." Yang Zongbao was playing psychological warfare.  Sometimes killing someone in an instant is far less powerful than taking it slowly.

    "Are you okay?" Monk Hua was noncommittal.

    "It's okay." Yang Zongbao didn't feel there was anything cruel about him.

    "Okay. But that Chen Zhigao actually dares to take advantage of you Just let me have some fun, please?" Monk Hua stared at the screen and licked his lips.

    "Okay. Whatever, don't play to death, I'll see if it's any use!" Yang Zongbao put a cigarette in his mouth.

    Monk Hua leaned over and clicked: "Then I want to have fun?"

    "It's up to you." Yang Zongbao didn't mind.

    I didn¡¯t expect that place to be so close to me, but I definitely have to go there.

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    Monk Hua brought the unconscious Chen Zhichao into the secret room.

    Chen Zhichao¡¯s limbs were spread out and hung on a curved wooden shelf. His whole body was naked except for the key parts that were covered.

    Monk Hua was not in a hurry, drinking sake leisurely while waiting for Chen Zhichao to wake up.

    Finally, the curved wooden frame swayed back and forth, and Chen Zhichao woke up. It turned out that the wooden frame was not fixed.

    "woke up?"

    Chen Zhichao was very unhappy. He was asked twice in a row: "Whether I wake up or not is none of your business?"

    "Well, I don't care about my business, but you don't seem to have much respect for my boss, so I want to teach you a lesson." Hua Monk said enchantingly, more charming than a woman.

    "Youwho are you?" Although Chen Zhichao was mentally weak, he was still somewhat aware of his beauty.

    ¡°I am the boss of Fulihua.¡± Hua Monk chuckled and thought it was thousands of pear trees in bloom.

    Chen Zhichao was distracted by the beautiful scenery in front of him and murmured: "Who are you?"

    "Aren't you a fool? You said I am the boss of Fulihua." Monk Hua also found Chen Zhichao interesting and chuckled.

    "Where is this?" Chen Zhichao felt pain in his wrist and finally realized his situation: "Why are you tying me up?"

    "Don't blame me, there's nothing I can do. Brother Yang told you that you need training." Monk Hua put down the sake.  He placed a tattoo machine in front of Chen Zhichao.

    "No, he doesn't need this." Monk Hua waved his hand.  He moved the machine back and pushed another set of things up.

    Monk Hua stroked the things he had just pushed up - a white candle with a thick wrist, a bowl of pigeon blood, and a golden needle: "He can just use artificial ones."

    "What do you want to do?" Chen Zhichao finally had a sense of crisis.  Realize that something is wrong with your situation.

    "I'll give you a tattoo. I think your arm tattoo is good. So I want to give you another tattoo." Monk Hua suddenly pulled the curved wooden frame down.

    Chen Zhichao turned over completely, with his head down and his feet up.

    ¡°Let me go, you perverts!¡± Chen Zhichao shouted.

    Not surprisingly, Monk Hua lit the white candle and baked golden needles on the red outer flame

    "Let me go" Because of standing upside down, Chen Zhichao's upper body was completely congested and red.

    Finally, seeing that the time was right, Monk Hua quickly dipped the tip of the golden needle into the pigeon's blood, and then quickly penetrated the skin on Chen Zhichao's back before the steam dissipated.

    "Ah" The screams could be heard endlessly.

    Monk Hua was shaking all over, not for any other reason but because of pain.  Because Chen Zhichao's skin is very good, with almost no blemishes, this gave Monk Hua a lot of creative inspiration.  And don¡¯t worry about the other person¡¯s feelings.  It¡¯s been a long time since I¡¯ve created anything, and Monk Hua seems to be very attentive.

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    Yang Zongbao was resting in the box, and the ice girl was waiting on the side: "Ice girl, the antidote is uncomfortable!" Yang Zongbao also ate puffer fish, but he was not poisoned just because he took the antidote beforehand.  Yang Zongbao was ruthless to his enemies and even more ruthless to himself.

    ¡°¡­¡±?The girl was speechless, because she had no tongue, so of course she would not answer any of Yang Zongbao's questions.

    But Yang Zongbao didn't care whether the other party answered or not, he still said his own: "Actually, I don't think it's interesting. There are very few people in this world who can play with me. How can I get them to play with me?" Yang Zongbao raised his head.  , and wiped out all the sake in the quilt.  Yang Zongbao never drank alcohol before, but he didn't know when he fell in love with alcohol.  Alcohol can make him slightly dizzy, and Yang Zongbao feels that his thinking is the freest at that time.  Now I can finally understand the thoughts of an alcoholic.  It's all because of pressure.

    Yang Zongbao also has pressure, but unlike others, it is not the pressure of survival, but something else.

    Yang Zongbao was so drunk this time that he almost lost his speech in the end. He fell on the tatami, talking nonsense and was delirious

    The ice girl stood guard at the door, and it was not until Yang Zongbao lost consciousness that her cold expression relaxed a little.
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