If the meat is sticky, then cut off a bit of the meat.

The woman didn't speak all the time, only screaming when the pain was extreme.

"Don't say anything?"

"If you have a high level of ideological awareness, you need to use more powerful interrogation tools."

"If it weren't for Kemon suppressing her, she might have been parasitic in someone else's body a long time ago, strong."

In the live broadcast room, a group of people were shocked by Kemon's ability.

Many people don't know about Kemon's ability, and now the automatic brain makes up for a Kemon who has the ability to bounce back shadows.

Besides, no one has personally tried to be parasitic by the shadow creature's multi-tentacle parasitic attack, and there is no intuitive judgment of the strength of her attack, and I don't know how strong that attack is.

After slicing through the tentacles, Kemon slowly cut through the surface of the shadow with a scalpel, cutting out a thin layer of shadow clothing.

The woman was silent and did not resist until Kemon finished cutting a layer of shadow clothing, and then cut a horizontal knife to cut out another layer of shadow clothing.

Her shadow cloak was very numerous, and she cut layer after layer, and Kemon cut ten layers in a row before she cut off all her shadow cloak.

At this time, the woman is like having no clothes, but for the shadow creatures, the body is pure black, and there is nothing yellow.

The woman did not speak, and was thrown into a corner by Kemon, standing against the wall with a group of tentacles.

These were tentacle shadows cut from her, I didn't expect to be able to cut so much.

"There are so many tentacles, this is something that can be split and regenerated."

"This woman is not simple, she is definitely a deacon-level figure, or a more senior core member."

Next came the interrogation session, where the people in the interrogation room lowered their lighting props and kept the most intense light, and all the tentacles except the woman burned in the light.

Without maintaining this intensity, there is a high chance that the powerful shadow will break through the illuminated area.

The investigators in the interrogation room took the myth to their hearts and waited outside the room.

In the live broadcast room, the signal was not interrupted, but according to the requirements of the whale branch in the live broadcast room, the technician played a pop-up window:

"The next picture is not suitable for children, please watch it with caution, or wait six minutes before entering the viewing."

"Not suitable for children? Are there children here, aren't they all adults?"

"Are there children in the internal live broadcast?"

"Can the interrogation tool work through the screen, if it does, I'll come back in six minutes."

The room manager bubbled: "The dance of freedom headscarf, the interrogator will become free, the effect of freedom cannot be seen through the screen, watch carefully, and it is not suitable for children."

"I didn't want to see it, but when you say that, I want to see it."

The number of live broadcasters in the live broadcast room dropped from more than 5,000 to more than 3,000 in an instant, and the remaining 2,000 people chose to stay and watch, very curious about what the dance of freedom was, and some viewers were insiders, and the words "666" were typed on the public screen.

Kemon was still in the interrogation room, not because he wanted to see people dance, but because he was afraid that the woman would go berserk.

This woman's shadow was stronger than any shadow Kermon had ever seen, so strong that it was necessary to be wary of her hind hand.

Di Ping fiddled with the Freedom Dance turban, unbuttoned his waistcoat, and raised an eyebrow at Kemeng, "Let's dance together?" ”

"No, I don't jump." With a wave of his hand, Kemon sat in front of Dippin with his back to Dipin.

As long as you can't see Dipin, you can't dance.

Di Ping didn't care, put on the turban, and his eyes became wonderful.

Wearing a pair of pants, the body swings freely, and the body is as flexible as water.

The speaker suddenly sounded a DJ song, and the human body changed the rhythm, swinging with the beat of the music, and 100% stepping on the point to synchronize.

"Huh." The shadow of the woman in front of her let out a cold snort, full of mockery.

In the live broadcast room, the people who stayed to watch the movie called the insiders, and the dancing was too magical.

There are also people who notice that the woman on the wall is indifferent and has no desire to dance.

"This woman is too cold, isn't she?"

"After all, he is a deacon, and he has no outstanding points, how can he achieve that position."

"Maybe it's someone more advanced than the deacon, funny."

Di Ping danced very freely and unrestrainedly, but the woman on the wall was also very powerful, and it lasted until five minutes, when her body moved slightly, and she gradually wanted to dance.

After Dippin finished dancing a song, the woman stopped again and said nothing.

After Dippin danced the Dance of Freedom, he was also devastated that he could not bring the idea of freedom to this deacon, and he seemed to have a feeling of regret in his heart.

"Do you want to skip again?" Dipping said to the camera behind him.

"Exactly." The director said.

When the number of people in the live broadcast room rose back to more than 5,000, the live broadcast room announced the dance plan again.

"It's gone, when can I notify you in the group."

"I'm a little curious, what kind of dance it is, it didn't attack her mental defense, I'll stay and see."

The number of live broadcasters immediately dived, but the second dive was not as much as the first jump, and the number of viewers remained at 3,015.

The second round of dancing soon began, and the free spicy dance danced in the camera, and the new audience was stunned.

"Such a vigorous dance, how can it not fall?"

"It must be an old sister, an old witch of ten thousand years, who is indifferent to this kind of dance."

The woman's shadow rubbed for a long time, and finally she slowly danced again, and her legs began to move.

The tentacles were directly evaporated by the super strong light, and most of them were burned, but they also danced with the dance.

Kemon had been sitting in the interrogation room, staring at the woman's shadow, trying to synesthetize the information she carried.

It's not that the dance of freedom is impossible, but the woman opposite is very slow, but after a long enough time, the heart will still let go.

Not everyone has a super mental resistance like Kemon, and the powerful shadow creature on the other side can't resist the power of freedom.

After a while, the woman's shadow became very free, and the tentacles next to her also evaporated, and they no longer survived in the world.

Half an hour later, the interrogation was officially convened.

Di Ping, who had been dancing for half an hour, was tired and lying on the ground like a dog sticking out his tongue, exhaling and drinking water all the time.

Kemon is in charge of the interrogation tools, putting on headphones, and there is an interrogation think tank in the headset, Kemon can refer to the opinions of the interrogation team, or ask what he wants to ask first, and then ask the questions that the think tank wants to ask after asking.

"Your name."

"My name is Huo Zhiqi, it's a pity that I was caught by you, otherwise I can change into my body in Octopus City and have fun with you." The woman's voice was cheerful, with a nice tone.

"Where?"

"Crocodile Island Laihe City, don't be so cold."

"Age."

"I'm 69 years old." Huo Zhiqi let out a chuckle.

It's very old, but it also means that the history of the Shadow Stream organization is relatively deep, at least a few decades old.

"Are you a deacon?" Kemon asked with a deep breath.

"yes."

If it was really a deacon, Kemeng rubbed his head, "How many deacon-level shadows like you are there?" ”

"I don't know about this, even the deacon won't know all the information about his own organization." Deacon Huo said with a smile.

"Let me ask the question, why did you let Galici blow himself up, did you plan it?"

"Ahh Deacon Huo sighed.