Qian Lin looked at Yan Murong and gritted his teeth with hatred.

Who hates the most? People who tell the truth.

Who is more annoying? A man who tells the truth!

He had to admit that what Yan Murong said was the truth, and they originally planned to do so.

First use this kind of red-faced and white-faced way to set words, if it really doesn't work, you will be a beauty, and if it doesn't work, just like Yan Murong said in the end, arrange a crime for him casually.

"You still don't ask? Send me back without asking, I'm going to sleep. Yan Murong looked at Qian Li and the policewoman with a dissatisfied expression and said.

"Ask you big-headed ghost." Qian Lin looked at Yan Murong and scolded in his heart. After so many years in Guoan, I haven't seen any kind of bird, but the one I met today is the number one, let's say he has a flamboyant tongue, but every sentence is the truth. He told the truth, but the truth was too embarrassing.

What did he just say? Nothing new in their approach? It's all bad on TV? -- How direct and cruel these words were, just like the peasant who directly pierced the emperor's new clothes, without saving face at all, and striking a naked blow.

To put it bluntly, this is a habitual interrogation method, first with intimidation, and then with good words and persuasion, so that people's thinking cannot accept this change for a while, thus creating a false impression, and then obediently saying everything.

If you have to pursue it, you should pursue those unreliable TV drama directors, it is they who shoot this method and everyone knows it.

When he was thinking about how to continue the questioning, Qian Li's phone rang, looked at the number on the phone, stood up and walked out, and a minute later, when he came in again, a smug smile appeared on his face.

"Yan Murong, I know that you have a special identity." Qian Ling sat down, played with the mobile phone in his hand, and said. "However, you should be familiar with the saying that a prince who breaks the law is guilty of the same crime as the common people, right?"

"Let's stop talking nonsense, okay? If you have any tricks, just say it. Yan Murong said impatiently.

"Smack!"

Qian Ling slapped it on the table and said coldly. "You have to know what your situation is now, and honestly explain how you beat people, and we will give you a reduced punishment as appropriate, and if you refuse to confess, we don't mind using some means -- you know, this is the National Security Bureau, not a street police station, and we represent the security of the country."

"Some means? Is Tiger Bench Chilli Water? Yan Murong sneered. Don't be so arrogant, you are a person, a head and a mouth, and you have no right to represent the country. ”

"Looks like you still don't want to talk about it? Wait for someone to protect you? Qian sneered and said. You will go out, but not now, even if Old Chief Yan comes, it is a fact that you beat people. ”

"Give yourself ten minutes to think about it for yourself."

As he spoke, Qian Ying gave the policewoman a look, and the two stood up and walked towards the door. When passing by Yan Murong's side, Qian Li stopped, lowered his body and whispered in Yan Murong's ear. "By the way, let me tell you the news, don't expect your family to get you out, Old Chief Yan won't, Secretary Yan won't - as for the two president ladies, they should be busy now."

Hearing Qian Li's words, Yan Murong's pupils shrank suddenly. He thought that the other party must have a backhand, but he didn't expect to start from Su Qingwu and Yan Minghua.

The current situation is very unfavorable to him, he beat Chang Xiaopeng and Huang Meilan, this is an indisputable fact, even if the old man and his father want to protect him, but it is the Huang family who arrested him. People are now holding on to a single word, and they have no choice.

In addition to the old man and the old man, Yan Murong could only count on Su Qingwu and Yan Minghua, but now that something happened to them, all his retreats were cut off at once - now, he could only hope that the dragon brand in his hand would work.

"You know what? You made two mistakes. Yan Murong said in a cold voice.

"Did I make a mistake?" Qian Lin sneered. "How did I not know I made a mistake?"

"Looks like you're stupid enough." Yan Murong shook his head and sighed. "First of all, you shouldn't have told me about it, you managed to provoke me."

"Angry?" Qian smiled even happier. "I've heard for a long time that you, Yan Da Shao, are short-tempered. Okay, show me a little bit. Tell me what else I have done. ”

Yan Murong has been back for less than a year, but his achievements can be described as fruitful.

He beat Zheng Xiao, killed Zheng Tianlun, and scolded Zheng Wuming. Then, he had a holiday with Ning Kun again, and he also sent Chang Xiaopeng to the hospital twice - looking at the people in Yanjing, he almost offended him all over again.

Qian Li just received that phone call, asking him to find a way to provoke Yan Murong to anger, and then he could easily accuse him.

It doesn't matter how much trouble you make outside, but if you dare to make trouble when you enter the National Security Bureau, that's a big deal.

Therefore, hearing Yan Murong say that he was angry, Qian Ling was happy, and his mission was about to succeed. Even Yan Murong scolded him for being stupid, he didn't mind.

"You really want to hear it?" Yan Murong turned his head, looked at Qian Li with a smile and asked.

"Well, I'd love to hear it." Qian Lin said with a smile. "I've long heard that your Yan Dashao's kung fu is first-class, and your kung fu is even the second, and no one dares to call it the first, I want to hear what you can say."

"Okay, then you listen." Yan Murong smiled and said word by word. "It doesn't matter if you me off, but—you dare to me off without handcuffing me, you're in trouble."

After speaking, before Qian Ling could react, Yan Murong had already stood up, hugged Qian Li's neck, and then put one knee on his lower abdomen.

Suddenly, Qian Li's face became like a ripe eggplant, the green tendons on his forehead were bulging, and his expression was extremely painful.

What does egg pain taste like? I don't know?

Well, in fact, Qian Lin only now knows that being hit his lower abdomen by someone with his knee is actually no different from egg pain. I didn't even dare to gasp for breath, it was too painful.

Pulling up Qian Li, who was bent over like a big prawn, Yan Murong had an extra silver needle in his hand, and without saying a word, he pierced Qian Li's chest, and the entire silver needle instantly sank into Qian Li's chest, leaving only a small red dot.

"Congratulations, you've me off." Yan Murong pulled Qian Ling, stuck his neck with his hand, and said. "Now, take me to meet your director."

"Y-what did you do to me?" Qian Li endured the pain from his lower abdomen, gritted his teeth and asked.

"I didn't do anything to you, just a needle."

After speaking, Yan Murong picked up Qian Ling, pushed open the door of the interrogation room and walked out.