Yan Murong is benevolent, and he will not choose to kill when it is not necessary.

He didn't believe in God, and he didn't believe that people only had to do good deeds all their lives, and they could see God when they died. Moreover, he is from Huaxia, and Huaxia is not under the control of God and his old man, so it is not good if it causes some diplomatic conflict.

However, Yan Murong believed that as long as he didn't kill people, he would be reincarnated after death - of course, even if he killed someone, he would be reincarnated after death, but he was just stealing the way of animals.

Therefore, Yan Murong only abuses people, not kills people - the matter of becoming an animal after death should be left to others to do.

"I'll give you another chance, and I'll ask you to answer, to say or not to say?" After tapping next to No. 2's ear again, Yan Murong asked in a deep voice.

"If you have any ability, just do it." Number Two lifted his eyelids, his cheeks twitching slightly, I don't know if it was because of the pain of his broken leg or because of the fear in his heart.

"If I scream, I'm a~ raised by a son."

"Damn, you swore such a poisonous oath?" Yan Murong looked surprised. "If your wife hears this, she will definitely regret laying your egg in the first place."

Yan Murong didn't care if he swore or not, even if he swore a poisonous oath, it had nothing to do with him.

Yan Murong looked around, and reluctantly found that Li Chuang's recipe was really neat, and he couldn't even find the tools to extract a confession.

Because when Yan Murong went out, he only carried three silver needles with him, and of those three silver needles, one had already died with the bullet, and the other two were pierced into No. 2's body by him to control the spread of toxicity.

Li Chuang seemed to see Yan Murong's thoughts, turned around and walked into the bedroom, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a pink round sewing box from it, and said. "Is this okay?"

"No problem." Yan Murong laughed, took the sewing box with his hand, took out a relatively long needle from it, and then pulled up No. 2's clothes, and didn't even bother to find a lighter to disinfect, so he pierced it directly into his chest.

No. 2 looked at Yan Murong's approach, and a disdainful smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

As a killer, when training, there is special training for those who are caught if the mission fails, and they can't escape and finally fail to commit suicide, and face torture to extract confessions.

Often, the simplest and most direct way is to use pure violence to attack the most vulnerable places where they are tortured.

More advancedly, there are a variety of tools for execution - but the most effective way is to use hallucinogen-type drugs.

Number Two is confident, even that hallucinogen can't make himself speak, and he wants to make himself speak after pricking him twice, which is simply underestimating him.

But soon, he realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

It was impossible for the target he was going to assassinate to prick him with a needle, but the problem was that he suddenly found that after being pierced by that burst, his whole body was itchy, as if his body was crawling with ants, and he couldn't shake it off.

"Haha, I won't say it, kill me, kill me." Ignoring the pain of his broken leg, No. 2 was desperately twisting his body like an earthworm on the ground, laughing and screaming frantically. Obviously, Yan Murong's way of doing so was very cruel to him.

"It's okay, you continue to enjoy, we are law-abiding good citizens, and we won't do such cruel things as killing." Yan Murong said with a smile.

Li Chuang simply didn't look over the shoulders - he had experienced this kind of thing himself and knew how painful it was.

There are some things that you have experienced once, and you never want to go through them again in this life, even if you see others going through them.

Yan Murong took out another needle from the sewing box and pierced No. 2's body again before he said. "Do you feel like you don't have the strength to do it all over? - Don't worry, you won't be able to die for the time being. But in order to prevent you from committing suicide, I am only temporarily losing your strength. ”

In addition to physical pain, No. 2 was also suffering greatly psychologically at this time.

Yes, he did think about killing himself.

Without a gun and a knife, can't you bite your tongue and kill yourself? It hurts, but it's better than being tortured like this.

This is a devil, two thought to himself, a devil who is even more brutal than the leader.

Looking at No. 2 who was powerlessly twisting and snorting in pain on the ground, the smile on Yan Murong's face became even brighter.

Is it cruel? It's cruel!

But Yan Murong didn't think he was cruel.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself - Yan Murong doesn't want to be cruel to himself, so he can only be more cruel to the enemy.

"I—I said."

Finally, No. 2 finally couldn't bear it anymore in the face of Yan Murong's physical and psychological devastation.

Of course, Yan Murong was very confident in his methods.

"Look, would you have suffered so much earlier?" Yan Murong asked with an expression that I was thinking about you. "What's your name?"

"Herrera." Number Two said with difficulty.

"Who asked you to come?" Yan Murong then asked.

Herrera stopped talking.

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" Yan Murong asked with a frown.

This guy, after just saying his name, started to play dumb again, what does he want to do? Does this guy think that saying a name is enough to give an account?

"Kill me, I don't know anything." Herrera cried out with almost all her strength.

It's itchy on the body, and it's not just the skin, but even when the blood flows in the blood vessels, the blood vessels itch. This has Herrera already on the verge of collapse.

This method of coercing confessions is something he has never tried.

"You're really not good." Yan Murong shook his head helplessly, took out a needle from the sewing box again, and quickly pierced it into Herrera's body.

"How's it going, isn't it more itchy?" Yan Murong asked with a smile on his face. "I'm just amplifying your feelings."

As a result, Herrera's cry became even more painful, and her voice was already hoarse. If it weren't for the fact that although this house is old, the sound insulation effect is not bad, I am afraid that the whole building will be shouted by him.

"I-I'm not going to say anything." Herrera still insisted.

"I have to say, I admire you a little." Yan Murong said with admiration.

Yes, he did begin to admire the killer a little.

It's not for nothing that people can persist for so long under such means, but at least, Yan Murong is the first time I've seen it.

However, Yan Murong was patient, and he didn't speak, just stood there and looked at Herrera who was rolling on the ground, waiting for when he completely collapsed, and then it was done.

As if tired from tossing, Herrera gave up writhing, her eyes widened, and her face began to turn red, as if in great pain.

After a while, Herrera's face became redder and redder, and her body writhed less and less, and then, suddenly, she stopped moving.

PS: It's about to be the New Year, and I have to go out all night today to buy clothes, buy New Year's goods, take a bath, get a haircut, there are too many things. But the long night promised, this month is five is not going to change, but these two days will definitely be very busy, there will be a lot of things at home, so, the update time is uncertain, but the update of 10,000 words a day is definitely not less, this everyone rest assured, and I hope you understand, after all, it is the New Year, and more things are inevitable.