Yi Cheng took out a pair of medical rubber gloves and put them on, calmly went upstairs, and went to the door of room 03 on the 11th floor, knocking gently.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

As soon as the man opened the door a crack, Yi Cheng quickly slammed it, and the weight of the whole person pressed up.

"Oops!" the man behind the door screamed in embarrassment, knocked back a few steps.

Yi Cheng flashed into the door and closed the door with his hand, the man raised his head and said in a panic: "What are you doing!"

Yi Cheng sneered and licked his lips unconsciously.

In his previous life, after killing too many people on a mission, he suffered from mental illness for a while, and he was particularly bloodthirsty, and he became fond of torturing each other when he was on a mission, taking pleasure in it. At that time, he liked to do this action before torturing people.

Later, when he was discharged from the army, he received psychological treatment, and the problem basically disappeared. But today, he unknowingly made this very villainous move again.

Yi Cheng also realized that he was wrong, put away his sneer, and quickly adjusted his psychology.

"You're not a courier!" the man shouted, turning to run away.

Yi Cheng rushed up and kicked the man's knee, and the man knelt down in pain and let out a scream. Yi Cheng walked around with his left hand to cover his mouth, and with his right hand, he took out a folding knife from his trouser pocket, opened it with a "brush", and pressed it against the man's neck, the blade sinking into the flesh.

"Don't move, don't scream, understand?"

The man nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

Yi Cheng's right hand was as steady as Mount Tai, and he always pressed the tip of the knife against the man's neck, but he let go of his left hand and took out a thick roll of scotch tape from his trouser pocket.

He first put a strip on the man's mouth, then roughly twisted the man's hands behind his back and wrapped them in several loops of duct tape. Finally, he wrapped a few more wounds around the man's leg, and then he was satisfied.

He searched the man's pocket and found a wallet containing more than 200 yuan in cash, several bank cards, and an ID card.

The ID card reads "Xu Zhenqiu", and the photo is the young man with the order of roe deer.

He walked around the room again. The room was messy, a two-bedroom house, and one bedroom was vacant and full of clutter. In the master bedroom, there is a computer, some miscellaneous small appliances, and several magazines with indescribable pictures.

Yi Cheng quickly made a definition: an amateur hacker, whose skills are not very good, probably relied on some toolkit to steal Song Jiaqi's photo album.

He went and moved a chair and placed it in front of the man, sat down with a big sword, and looked condescendingly at the young man lying on the ground.

"I'll ask you a few questions, and you just nod or shake your head. Don't try to lie to me, you can't afford the consequences. If you don't understand, you will nod if you understand. ”

The other party nodded like pounded garlic.

"Your name is Xu Zhenqiu?"

The man lying on the ground nodded.

"Your screen name is 'Golden Needle Piercing Peach Blossom'?"

Xu Zhenqiu froze. Yi Cheng bent down and gestured with a knife under his eyelids, his eyes revealing a look of fear, and nodded slightly, for fear that the tip of the knife would pierce his eyeballs.

"Very good, this is a good start, I think we will have a good time working together," Yi Cheng looked satisfied, "Next question." ”

He tore the tape from Xu Zhenqiu's mouth, "Where are all the photos you used to blackmail others?"

"Big brother, I don't have it......"

Yi Cheng didn't say a word, and then pasted the tape back. And this time, he not only stuck it vertically, but also blocked Xu Zhenqiu's nose, and covered it tightly with his hands.

Xu Zhenqiu quickly writhed wildly, making a "whine" sound from behind the tape, and his eyeballs soon began to be bloodshot.

Yi Cheng counted the time, and after 45 seconds, he tore off the tape again.

Xu Zhenqiu gasped for breath as if he had been pardoned, and saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth.

"Let me ask you again, where are all the photos you blackmailed people from?"

"Electricity, in the computer!"

"Hehe," Yi Cheng sneered, and unconsciously licked his lips again, he knew that this action seemed very perverted, but at this time it was uncontrollable, "I don't believe you only have one place." Say it!"

"Also, also, mobile, hard drive," Seeing Yi Cheng's smile cold, Xu Zhenqiu added, "There is also a mobile phone, and also, there is also a USB flash drive." ”

Yi Cheng put the tape back to his mouth again, this time leaving a place for his nostrils to breathe.

Then he walked into Xu Zhenqiu's bedroom and violently removed the hard drive from the case—or rather, ripped it off.

Then he searched out all the mobile hard disks and USB flash drives that could be found, and searched out the mobile phone from Xu Zhenqiu's body, threw it into the microwave oven, and turned it on to heat.

Soon there was a crackling sound in the microwave and an open flame.

Yi Cheng tore off the plug of the microwave oven, opened the door, found a bowl and poured some tap water into it, the fire was extinguished, and only smoke remained.

Then he returned to Xu Zhenqiu and said condescendingly: "You provoked someone who shouldn't be messed with, do you know?"

Xu Zhenqiu nodded again and again.

"How many people have you blackmailed? Tell me. Yi Cheng ripped off the tape on Xu Zhenqiu's mouth again.

"No, I haven't succeeded, I haven't blackmailed. ”

"Hehe, I don't believe in a single punctuation mark," Yi Cheng sneered, "You remember, I'm paying attention to you." If you dare to do this kind of thing again, I'll give you a few fewer parts, understand?"

"Understood, understood!"

"I know you might still have a backup in your network drive. Be conscious, delete it, since I can find you, it's easy to crack your network disk. If you force me to run again...... You know the consequences. ”

"I know, I don't dare anymore, big brother!" Xu Zhenqiu pleaded.

"No," Yi Cheng shook his head, "I thought about it, I have to leave you a souvenir, otherwise you won't know I'm here for real." ”

"I know, big brother, please!" Xu Zhenqiu screamed, "I don't dare anymore! Please!

Yi Cheng put the tape on his mouth again, took out a folding knife, and stabbed it into Xu Zhenqiu's thigh.

Xu Zhenqiu let out a low roar from behind the tape, and his eyes widened as if they were about to fall out.

Blood was gushing down his thighs. "Don't worry, I avoided the arteries, you can't die. Yi Cheng casually put the knife on his pants and rubbed it, wiping away the blood.

Then he stood up: "Now you should know that I'm not joking with you. How, you know?"

Xu Zhenqiu nodded desperately.

"Then I'll leave first, I hope you don't let me come back," Yi Cheng stepped past Xu Zhenqiu's body, walked to the door and turned back and said, "By the way, do you want to call the police? Do you need me to help you call the police?"

Xu Zhenqiu shook his head vigorously.

"Then so be it," Yi Cheng threw the folding knife in front of Xu Zhenqiu, opened the door and walked out, "Bye-bye." ”

When he walked out of the neighborhood, he threw his gloves into the trash can on the side of the road.