Chapter 142, Flaw

Zhang Lingjun stepped forward and squatted down to look at the despicable monster curled up on the ground, like a shrimp with his back, covering his thighs with his hands and trembling, "Are you still thinking that you are the flying man who comes and goes without a trace, has an amazing speed and is mysterious whereabouts, and whereabouts of flying squirrel?

"Don't you know that I'm lame now? I've become a useless person, I'm still running, my ankles are broken, can I still run? Doesn't my feet hurt?"

He pointed at the muzzle on his legs, and wounds that were bandaged by simple and blood-soaked.

"It seems worse than guessing. The injury has basically not recovered much. We were worried for a long time, and in the end it was a waste of effort."

Yang Mu said: "You can't calculate this way. It's better to be more steady, it's not a bad thing. If someone completely recovers and we don't know that we're going to break in, we're lying on the ground now."

Zhang Lingjun nodded: "Yes, these guys have any means that they can't guess. They should be steady and safe."

As he said that, he moved the muzzle at the other intact ankle of the flying mouse in white. After thinking about it, the muzzle was forward and tightly pressed his skin against him.

The flying mouse in white seemed to feel something, and his body twisted and struggled quickly, trying to escape, but Zhang Lingjun pressed his leg with one hand and grabbed the trigger immediately.

Bang! The bullet penetrated the ankle directly, and then the person who jumped on the ground couldn't help dodging.

With a suppressed groan, the body of the flying mouse in white suddenly became tight and tightened like a maggot, and then it couldn't help but entangled, as if he wanted to tie a knot. He stretched out his hands to cover his ankles, but his thighs were leaking. He wanted to hold his hands tightly, but he didn't dare to press them, and he felt uncomfortable when he pressed his hands.

"This is the real paralysis, and it can make people feel at ease."

Then Zhang Lingjun took out the blood-stained clothes made of cloth from the pool.

A few cloths were torn from above, and first bandaged the wound on the ankle that had just been hit and the bleeding wound that was still bleeding from the body.

Then the remaining cloth was tightened and made into a rope, and the white-clothed flying squirrel was tied firmly with the cloth rope.

Then the two carried it, carried it to the elevator, and returned to the second floor, passing through this multiple risks.

Then the interrogation began.

In the ecological park.

Zhang Lingjun squatted beside him and asked, "Who are you? What's your name?"

The flying mouse in white closed his eyes, as if he had not heard it, was silent, and did not say a word.

Zhang Lingjun asked again: "What's your name?"

The flying mouse in white clothes is still like an old monk entering into meditation.

"Are you planning to endure it?"

Zhang Lingjun directly picked up the dagger and stabbed it hard at his thigh. Thriller, blood flowed out and penetrated the bound clothes.

Then he raised his voice slightly and continued to ask, "What's your name?"

The flying mouse in white was still silent. His face changed only when the dagger was inserted, and then he returned to no expression.

Zhang Lingjun turned the dagger.

The flying squirrel in white gritted his teeth, and his forehead was slightly sweating, but he was still silent and silent.

Zhang Lingjun couldn't help but frown.

Violent intimidation and interrogation, a means of defeating the interrogator's spirit and thus allowing the target to be honestly explained, seems to be ineffective at this moment.

Is it not enough violence?

Looking back on the two previous fights, the flying squirrel in white was not very painful and fearful even if he was shot. These body structures are different from those of normal people. They are essentially evolved more powerfully and have stronger vitality. The ability to withstand damage is also stronger than that of normal people.

A stabbing may be nothing more than a conventional minor injury, and there is no need to worry too much. It is equivalent to cutting vegetables or pricking clothes with needles for ordinary people. It will not be like ordinary people, with the fear of pain and death coming together.

However, he increased his efforts and further tested his mental and physical bottom line, but he was unable to grasp the standards, so he was worried that he would kill him.

Or you can try to finally pry his mouth open through simple painful torture.

Zhang Lingjun, who often has headaches and often goes to the hospital, knows that no one can withstand the torture caused by pain. As long as it hurts enough, anyone will speak. This is a feeling that is even more unbearable than death.

The problem is that he is not a person who is proficient in this technology. He does not understand this skill. Torturing people also requires technology. His understanding of this is on TV, books, tiger benches, chili water, but this also requires tools.

Or, no matter these techniques and techniques, Zhang Lingjun is not ruthless with his thoughts, but he also has the above problems. He cannot master the strength well and does not have the guidance of the summarized technology, he may kill someone if he is accidentally.

As he thought about it... Zhang Lingjun couldn't help but think that this was all about it.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart. At first I was worried that this guy was too strong to die and could not die. I thought about how to kill him. After finally catching someone, I was worried that this guy would die, so I had no explanation.

But no matter how annoying it is.

Still have to find a way.

What other methods are there besides these?

Zhang Lingjun recalled the criminal investigation TV series and related novels he had watched - as an ordinary normal person, this is the only source of relevant professional knowledge, and then felt that he might try to break through his atria through his flaws in his heart. Compared with violence, which forcibly defeats mental defense through external forces, this is a means of opening the door through skills and keys, which is more difficult to resist and more effective.

The question is what is the flaw in his mind?

What is his ability?

Zhang Lingjun imitated the perverted interrogators he saw in the movie, smiling, forcing the kindest and sweet smile.

"Since you don't want to speak or speak, you still have to open your mouth. What's the use of this tooth? I think it's better to lose it."

As he said that, he reached out to pinch the white-clothed flying squirrel's face and forcibly struck him, then held the dagger in his other hand and stuffed the blade into his lips.

The tip of the knife opens the thin lips, revealing sharp and long, ferociously biting together teeth, as well as the gums connected to the roots.

The blade knocked on the longest tiger teeth and scratched it, "What a good tooth. If you don't want to say it, don't say it. Pull it out and make it into a gold touching talisman.

"I have known several authentic Jinjinshi for archaeological truths over the years.

"These guys are very superstitious about the amulets under this occult logic."

Yang Mu followed by: "It's good to pull the teeth, so it's safer. He ran away and called to attract mice, and had the ability to say the so-called truth. It's really dangerous to leave this mouth. Maybe when we will overturn the car again, pulling out all our teeth to see if he can still speak."
Chapter completed!