Silence is a silent punishment, silent torture. Long Junchen's eyes were as sharp as torches. He carefully observed Ma Liu's facial muscles. He waited silently for more than ten minutes, and suddenly smiled and opened his mouth slightly.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be a Chinese who is living overseas. However, your parents or ancestors smuggled out, so you don't have a legal identity outside and in China. If you make a fortune, it's okay. You can't make a fortune and you may not have a name that can really be registered in your entire life. So it's understandable to just take Ma Liu, but there is no beauty to say except that you can remember." Long Junchen was not in a hurry to get to the point, but instead walked gently in the interrogation room, chatting with Ma Liu.

Outside the interrogation room, Tang Wanying wrapped her arms around her chest, she frowned slightly, and said to her subordinates: "When Ma Liu explained it before, it was very straightforward and talked endlessly. Why did this boy stop saying anything as soon as he entered?"

"Yes, and the arrogant frivolity in the past was completely put away. Now, he wants me to describe it, like a timid rabbit or a frightened bird." Yang Zaixin, who was standing beside him, also frowned and commented, with a hint of praise in his eyes without any concealment, "It seems that my brother-in-law really has some means."

Tang Wanying was staring at it with all her attention, but when she heard the word "brother-in-law", her pretty face turned red. However, she did not object for the first time. Instead, she felt a little happy in her heart, and didn't know why she felt this way.

Of course, Long Junchen, who was in the small dark room, would definitely not know the conversation between the two outside. He quietly observed the changes in Ma Liu's expression, like a jackal waiting to hunt.

As a descendant of a smuggler, his parents did not conquer the country, but instead owed a lot of debts. He had no identity, no status, or even no name. He wandered, and began wandering since he was born. He was tired of that kind of life, the pain of being tired of being killed, the unwillingness to live under others, and all this.

Sure enough, when Long Junchen mentioned this, Ma Liu's chest, which had been stable and undulating, suddenly became stunned. Then his breath became heavy, with a hint of humiliation and unwillingness. The iron chains on his hands were clattered, unable to hide his irritability.

Long Junchen's voice was low and slow, like the warming cold water, slowly scorching Maliu's fragile heart.

"Ma Liu, let me tell you this. You may have listened to those terrorists and helped them do something, thinking that you can get a lot of money by going to prison for a few years. But I want to tell you that they are still at large and you have to go to prison for it. No matter what promise they have made, I will tell you very responsibly that it is absolutely fine to be imprisoned for more than ten years based on your current crime. When you go out, you are gray-haired and have the money, what's the use?" Long Junchen was not anxious, just like he was talking to an old friend who had been away for many years, but every word was gem.

Ma Liu finally opened his eyes, but his lips squirmed for a moment, without saying a word, and turned his eyes contemptuously, as if he was ridiculing Long Junchen's provocation methods were too inferior and he looked at him disregardlessly.

Long Junchen seemed to have not expected this boy to be so hard. He suppressed the impetuousness that passed through his heart and calmed down and continued: "I am not trying to mess with you. Maybe you don't know what your boss behind the scenes is planning, but don't worry, if their plan is successful, I dare not say anything else, and your head will definitely not be able to be kept."

Long Junchen slowly grasped the rhythm of the conversation. Although Ma Liuyi said nothing, every time his body expression and facial muscles trembled, he responded silently to Long Junchen.

Long Junchen kept inducing Maliu to keep up with his own ideas, explaining the pros and cons, and slowly revealing the seriousness of the whole matter to him. He didn't believe that Maliu's psychological quality was so good.

"Ma Liu, have you ever thought that even if you don't say anything, you will still be unable to survive after leaving prison?" Long Junchen looked at Ma Liu with a smile, and continued to say in a different tone: "What you did is nothing more than killing people for these guys. In fact, the people you killed are all their own people. Have you ever thought that if you detonate today and kill them, the guns of this group of people will be aimed at your head tomorrow? In order to keep their secrets, the cost of killing some people is not high at all. In the prison, no one will care about the news that Ma Liu hangs himself in his silence." Long Junchen is like a cunning hunter, step by step, conquering Ma Liu's psychological defense line.

Ma Liu seemed to be talking about it, his fists were clenched suddenly, his knuckles turned a little white. He pursed his lips, and the undulations of his chest were more violent than before. His greasy hair hung listlessly on his forehead, just like his heart.

This matter has always been a heart-wrenching problem for Ma Liu. Although these people promised to give him glory, wealth, status, money, and everything he had once requested, there was always a shadow in his heart. What he went to help these people get rid of was his own brothers. His conscience was somewhat unbearable for such behavior, and what he was most worried about was that one day such a drama would fall on himself and he would become the sacrificed person.

Although the other party's promise was very generous and he had guaranteed his life safety, only a two or three-year-old child would believe such empty talk. If he had not been wandering for so long and was blinded by interests, he would probably not have agreed to this matter.

"I don't know what promises those guys have given you, but I can tell you that if you provide the information our police need, I can plead for you. After all, those who were killed were terrorists, and you have made a contribution, right? So, when you are released from prison, I promise you to have a registered residence in China and live a life of a fair and dignified life." Long Junchen's speech slowed down, and he carefully observed Ma Liu's expression. He used both kindness and power, which has always been a common trick for lobbyists.

"And, there is another point. Even if these people give you money, so what? After all, this money is black money. You still have to live a desperate life, worry every day, beware of the police, and beware of the black guns behind your own people. Can you live such a life?" Long Junchen pressed step by step. His words were like the death knives ringing by King Yama, one by one, and another like a cat's claws slashing through the transparent glass, making Ma Liu's whole body chill and his hair stand up.

Ma Liu suddenly raised his head and began to twitch violently all over, "Impossible! They can't harm me! They can't harm me!!" He let out a roar like a wolf howl, dispelling the coldness of the entire interrogation room for a moment, and his whole eyes suddenly rose, as if he wanted to break free from the eye socket.
Chapter completed!