"Whoever lies, I kill. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Mo Ren said slowly in a calm and slightly cold tone.

“……”

The faces of the gangsters were all full of indescribable horror at this moment, and they didn't even dare to say words begging for mercy, for fear that Mo Ren would brutally torture himself because of this.

"When did you smash the restaurant?"

Mo Ren asked calmly.

“……”

After a brief silence, one of the thugs replied to Mo Ren in a slightly trembling voice: "Good... It seems like a week ago. ”

"Good. ”

Mo Ren nodded, and then stepped on each of the other gangsters, and they also screamed, but Mo Ren was completely unmoved, and explained in a very calm tone: "Only the first person to answer can be exempt from punishment, if you don't want to die, answer my question as soon as possible." ”

So, then there's the second question. ”

After stepping on one round, Mo Ren began to ask the second question: "When did you smash my house?"

"A week ago! and a week ago!"

A thug who had just been stepped on hard immediately screamed and shouted: "I said it first, this time I said it first!"

"Smack!"

However, only Moren's boots greeted his face.

"You're lying. Mo Ren looked at the gangsters under his feet calmly and indifferently: "I said it, whoever lies, I will kill whom." ”

In the next second, the power needle also pierced into the acupuncture points of his body, making his muscles begin to tremble slightly, and the surrounding gangsters suddenly changed wildly after seeing this scene, and they still vaguely remembered that just now another companion shook his body because of this, and then began to scream wildly, how could they forget that terrifying scene?

"So, to repeat the second question, when did you smash my house?"

Mo Ren asked calmly again.

"Two ...... No, three days! three days ago!"

Another thug shouted, "Three days ago afternoon!

"Hmm. ”

Mo Ren glanced at the gangster, and then stepped on the other gangsters.

With a creepy scream, Mo Ren asked a few more inconsequential questions, and once again abused a gangster who dared to lie, making the remaining gangsters almost completely desperate, and at the same time, their efficiency and accuracy in answering their own questions became more and more efficient.

It was at this time that Mo Ren slowly asked the most important question.

"Who made you do that?"

Mo Ren glanced at the few remaining thugs present with a calm and silent gaze, and pressed the head of a thug in his hand and kept banging against the wall: "Answer my question, I can give you a chance to mend your ways." ”

"This ......"

After asking this question, several of the thugs began to hesitate.

"There is only one person who can survive. Mo Ren continued to smash the head of a thug to the ground again and again, and at the same time said calmly: "Whoever speaks out first can leave, and whoever says it wrong or is late will die." ”

"I know! I say!"

Hearing Mo Ren say this, one of the thugs immediately reacted, and hurriedly spoke: "I don't know that person either, but he looks very powerful, he found us directly in the Internet café, you can go and monitor ......"

"Surveillance?"

Mo Ren sneered, since the other party could find these substitute ghosts, the surveillance must have already done something, so at this moment, he also asked directly: "Is that person a man or a woman, what is his age, height, hairstyle, personality, tell me everything." ”

"That person ......"

This thug didn't know if it was because of the severe pain or the anxiety, in short, he was sweating profusely at the moment: "I remember that day he seemed to be wearing a white dress, he was a man, he should be in his twenties, his hair is not very long, and he looks very sunny......"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Mo Ren's eyebrows raised: "How tall is this person?"

"It's a bit of a tall ......"

The thug thought for a moment, then glanced at Mo Ren and said in a somewhat uncertain voice, "Probably... More than 1.8 meters ......"

"Is that so?"

Mo Ren nodded, and then pointed the screen of his phone at the gangster: "Is that him?"

On his mobile phone, Mo Ren put a photo of Wang Hengyu.

"No... It's not ......"

The thug took a closer look, then shook his head desperately: "It's not this person, I don't know him." ”

"So, is this the person?"

Mo Ren flipped the phone a few times, and a Zhou Junguang's face appeared in the phone, which was a photo taken by Mo Ren with the mobile phone when he used the computer video before, although it was slightly blurry, but the faces and half of the figures of Zhou Hong and Zhou Junguang could still be seen.

"It's him, it's him!!"

After the gangsters saw Zhou Junguang, their eyes almost popped out of their sockets: "This person instructed us to do it, they didn't say anything about you, they only said that they gave us 10,000 yuan after the matter was completed!"

"Did I give you any money?"

Mo Ren continued to ask.

"Given!" This time, it was another thug who rushed to answer: "We gave us cash directly, and we gave it on the spot!"

"Good. ”

Mo Ren nodded with satisfaction, at this moment, the thoughts in his mind had begun to be gradually clarified, so his questions began to become more targeted: "Let me ask you another question, did you write those words written in red paint yourself?"

"This is the man who made us write that. ”

The thug in front of Mo Ren hurriedly replied, "He didn't say why, and we didn't dare to ask more." ”

"Is that so?"

After hearing what this gangster said, Mo Ren also nodded slowly, and then didn't pay attention to the gangsters behind him, but turned around and walked into the distance.

However, at the moment when these little thugs breathed a sigh of relief, a manhole cover behind them was slowly opened.

The invisible telekinesis stirred in their brains, completely killing everyone present in an instant, and after that, their corpses were dragged into the bottomless sewer by the invisible telekinetic hands, and one after another disappeared into the foul stream of water, never to be seen again.

"Forgiveness is God's business, and I am only responsible for sending you to God. ”

Like a eulogy at a funeral, Mo Ren whispered to himself while slowly walking out of the alley.

(Some people say that I'm a little procrastinating in writing.,I've been sick lately, maybe the plot isn't very well controlled.,Anyway, I'll do my best.,There may be a chapter in the early hours of the night.,Look at my physical strength.。 ）