Chapter 236: Intercepting the pulse to extract confessions

"Hello! Despicable Sanden, thank you so much for saving Sankun's life yesterday. ”

The middle-aged man speaks stiff Mandarin, which sounds a little awkward, but his attitude is extremely sincere.

"Brother Kun and I are friends, and it is appropriate to help."

Xu Qing smiled and got up and shook his hand, finding that the other party's palm had a layer of hard calluses, like a character who often engaged in manual labor.

Sang Deng glanced at his son, with a hint of approval in his eyes, sat on the sofa with a smile, and said very sincerely: "It is his blessing that Sang Kun can make a good friend like you, and friendship knows no borders." ”

Xu Qing said with a smile: "Sometimes acquaintance between people is a kind of fate, making friends knows no boundaries between rich and poor, the most important thing is to fall in love." ”

Guo Sangkun said: "Daddy, Qingzi said that there is a way to get that sniper to tell who the employer is, why don't you finish the business first and then talk?" ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Sandon's eyes: "Really? That's great, and I wonder who is so vicious. In the end, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and a hint of imperceptible fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Xu Qing said: "Without further ado, I want to interrogate the gunman now." ”

Sandon lowered his chin and said, "It's hard work, let Sangkun go with you!" ”

Guo Sangkun said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll let Miao Miaodan make a pot of good tea, and then come to taste it after the trial." ”

"Okay, I'll do my best."

The two got up and went out, Guo Sangkun led Xu Qing downstairs, and actually entered the elevator again. This time it was the seven-character button that was pressed, and Xu Qing felt that the elevator was still going down, but it stopped quickly, and the so-called seventh floor was under the hall just now.

As soon as the elevator door opened, a cool breeze full of moisture blew in the face, and the eye was a dark corridor, even the lights were dim and unknown, and on both sides of the corridor were several rusty heavy iron doors, and there were four guards at both ends of the corridor, carrying a bright AK around their necks, and the expressions on their faces were relatively relaxed.

The two walked to the iron door at the very end, and Guo Sangkun said a few words to the guard on the side, and the guard immediately took out a key from his waist and stabbed it into the lock hole.

Squeak! The iron door was pulled out, and a peculiar smell mixed with the smell of blood and barbecue wafted into his nostrils, Xu Qing couldn't help frowning, his eyes swept away, and the scene in front of him made his heart skip a beat.

It is a house of less than 100 square meters, the fluorescent tubes in it are a little dazzling, there is a extinguished charcoal stove in the center of the house, and there is a wooden bench on the ground, a bit like a carpenter's stool, on which are placed leather whips, soldering irons, needle-nose pliers, triangular knives, and rubber sticks...... There are more than 10 kinds of torture instruments.

The stripped fake monk was hung from a fist-thick metal hook on the top beam with his hands tied behind his back, his toes just touching the ground, but the soles of his feet could not be forced, and his body was scarred from top to bottom, and there was hardly any good flesh, and the bloody flipped skin and flesh were shocking.

The slime of blood mixed with sweat accumulated a small puddle under his feet, but the fake monk's bloodshot eyes were still stubbornly angry, staring at Xu Qing and Guo Sangkun who walked into the room with resentment, his dry lips were moving in small arcs, and he seemed to be muttering something in a low voice.

In Dian, Xu Qing couldn't understand it, so Guo Sangkun naturally played the role of translator.