It is an art to interrogate prisoners and obtain valuable information quickly and correctly. At least Li Xiaofeng thinks it's an art. But when it comes to this art, quite a number of laymen prefer to use violent means - like the sad Zinoviev.

In fact, corporal torture and torture are only the preserve of sadism and violence, and unless the prisoner is mentally weak and has no will to resist, it is useless and will make things worse - as a result, the real spies or assassins are mostly strong-willed people who will not say a word about it, no matter how much violence is inflicted.

In Li Xiaofeng's view, it is necessary to change to a more effective, more technical and artistic method. A competent interrogator will first create some false impression before taking a confession from a prisoner, so that the prisoner feels that he has no hope of escape and freedom; Causing the prisoner to lose judgment and become anxious about what will happen next when questioned; Finally, make sure that the prisoners fully understand one thing, and their only hope is to confess.

Intimidation, deception, threats, and inducements are more effective than violence at all times, but the first three are of little use against a brain-wielding diehard like the Assassin Howard. The only thing that can be used is seduction, and only when he discovers the deepest desires of the other party's heart, will he confess honestly.

Of course, this will take time and means, after all, Li Xiaofeng does not know what Howard likes most, and for a while the Bolsheviks have nothing to show up to seduce this hard-minded assassin. Li Xiaofeng could only make something out of nothing and creatively seduce Howard. He's on the list, after all

Ning boasted about Haikou. If the breakthrough is not opened quickly, not only will Comrade Lenin be dissatisfied, but he may also be retaliated against by the cautious Zinoviev.

"You may be seated, Mr. Bulgakov! That's what I'll call you for now! Li Xiaofeng patted the table in front of him and motioned for Mr. Assassin, who was covered in bruises, to sit down, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Bulgakov, I have no ill intentions at all, I just want to invite you to a cup of afternoon tea!" ”

As he spoke, Li Xiaofeng picked up the teapot and poured reddish-brown tea into the cup, and as the water vapor rose, a refreshing fragrance of tea spread in the room. Even Suslov, who doesn't like to drink tea and doesn't know anything about the grade of tea, thinks this cup of tea is quite good.

"You're going to have such good intentions!" Howard raised his hands that were shackled and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, it can be seen that he was cleaned up badly this morning, "Just say what you want to do!" Anyway, I know that I've said it all! ”

Li Xiaofeng smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly: "Then you shouldn't be nervous, anyway, you have confessed, what are you afraid of?" Speaking of this, he suddenly paused and said with a smile: "Are you still afraid that the tea is poisonous?" ”

"Humph!"

Li Xiaofeng's agitation method seemed to work, Howard sat heavily on the chair, stretched out his hands to pick up the teacup, poured a big sip into it, and exclaimed: "Sure enough, it's a good black tea, I didn't expect you bitter Bolsheviks to enjoy it!" ”

Li Xiaofeng shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "It's just a personal hobby." He suddenly raised his head and asked, "Have some snacks?" ”

Howard was stunned, he had been in a state of nervous tension since he saw this young man who had brought himself out of prison, but he knew that this person was ten thousand times more difficult than the laymen who interrogated him in the morning, for fear that he would fall into the trap of the other party if he disagreed. But what he didn't expect was that the other party seemed to be looking for him to drink tea and fart, and he was in a trance for a while, and hurriedly said: "Xie Luxie!" ”

To be honest, this scene is a bit funny, who has ever seen a prisoner polite to the interrogator. Suslov and several other party members who participated in the interrogation in the morning had strange expressions on their faces, completely ununderstanding what Li Xiaofeng wanted to do. …,

After eating two pieces of snacks and drinking a few cups of tea, not only Suslov and the others who were watching from the sidelines, but even Howard couldn't figure out what Li Xiaofeng wanted to do, he opened his mouth to ask several times, wanting to shift the topic to interrogation and confession, but the other party replied casually. For a moment, Howard couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Of course, depressed is depressed, Li Xiaofeng doesn't ask, Howard is also happy, delicious and delicious hospitality is better than tiger chair chili water! Besides, he hadn't had a good meal in the past two days, and the snacks in front of him were so delicious, he would be stupid to pester the other party to interrogate him.

After a plate of dim sum, a pot of black tea was drunk, and for a whole hour, Howard didn't stop talking, his stomach bulged after eating, and after the worst point, he hiccups again and again, leaning on the chair and rubbing his stomach constantly.

Howard really wanted to sleep so beautifully, but he didn't know what he was doing, he used to be full of sleep when he was full of food and drink, but he was vaguely excited, and seemed to want to find someone who was pleasing to the eye to confide in. This feeling is not a good thing for a spy on a secret mission, and it can even be said to be quite bad. The fate of a spy who can't keep his mouth shut is extremely sad!

Howard tried his best to suppress this very bad feeling, but what made him tremble was that the more he suppressed it, the more he wanted to talk, and the intense desire from his heart made him tremble, and cold sweat ran down his pants.

Li Xiaofeng looked at the flush with interest, and was so excited that he wanted to act as a Maiba Howard, so he took out a cigar and handed it over: "A cigarette after dinner is better than a living fairy!" ”

Howard raised his head with difficulty, looked at Li Xiaofeng angrily, and shouted, "What did you give me to eat!" ”

Li Xiaofeng elegantly lit his cigar and took a puff of smoke: "Black tea and snacks!" Haven't you eaten it! ”

Howard clenched his fists, and his eyes could spew fire, so he didn't believe that the other party wasn't messing around with black tea and snacks, otherwise he could be in this state? Of course, he hated himself even more, why couldn't he control this mouth, and jumped into the other party's trap like a fool. The only thing that made him wonder was that it was the same plate of dim sum and a pot of tea, and the other party also ate and drank, so why would he have nothing to do? If he hadn't seen the other party eat first, he would never have moved his mouth, and for a spy, this bit of common sense is still there.

"Smoking!"

Li Xiaofeng handed over the cigar with a smile, and Howard really wanted to push the cigar away and punch the other party in the face with a heavy blow, that kind of lewd and evil smile really made him hold his breath.

But as the smoke from Li Xiaofeng's mouth inhaled into his nostrils, the pure spicy taste of the Cuban cigar lifted his spirits, as if he was enchanted, and he took the cigar.

This taste is so refreshing!

Howard has never smoked such a high cigar, where is this tobacco, it is simply fairy grass! He indulged in this extremely refreshing taste, fluttering, as if he had forgotten all the troubles in the world, what responsibilities, what secrets, it was just a piece of to him!

Through the small glass window, Lenin and Dzerzhinsky nervously watched every move in the interrogation room. They didn't know anything about Li Xiaofeng's actions, and they didn't understand the use of this method of inviting food and drink. Could a professional Assassin be impressed by this little favor? That's a bit too much.

Even the anxious Zinoviev was ready to go in and make a big fuss, and he was devalued by a certain immortal in the morning, and he was very happy to be able to find his way back so quickly. But columns

Ning stopped everyone from acting rashly and focused on explaining him. Even if he wanted to make trouble, he couldn't help but weigh Lenin's anger, after all, Lenin had not yet fully forgiven him.

Just as the two men in the interrogation room were about to smoke two-thirds of their cigars. Li Xiaofeng, who had always seemed very lazy and careless, suddenly got serious, snuffed out his cigar, he straightened his waist suddenly, and asked: ...,

"Mr. Bulgakov, it's time for you to tell the truth!"

At this time, whether it was the people in the interrogation room or the people outside the interrogation room, all their energies were focused on Howard, and they all wanted to see if Li Xiaofeng really had the magic power to make this stubborn guy speak!

"Tell the truth?" Howard's eyes were blurred and completely out of focus, and the whole person looked inexplicably decadent.

Li Xiaofeng smiled lightly: "Don't fool me with the argument that you are Russian, those lies can only deceive three-year-old children." Again, I want to hear the truth! ”

"Truth?"

In the smoke, Howard became more and more confused, as if he was already in a state of out-of-body experience, and his speech was completely illogical, as if he was talking to himself:

"It's been a long time since I've told the truth...... It's not right to tell the truth...... You want me to tell the truth? ”

"That's right! Let's be honest! Li Xiaofeng emphasized the two words of truth, "Tell me, what is your name?" Nationality? Who is it for? Why come to Sweden? ”

Howard's face suddenly showed a confused and hideous look, as if he was in the last dying struggle, and for a moment his body trembled even more, like a Parkinson's patient.

Of course, Li Xiaofeng didn't want to miss this opportunity, he was like a hypnotic master, inducing Howard to expose all his old truths:

"Don't be nervous, don't get excited! We're friends...... I'm helping you...... Don't you think friends have to be open with each other? Lying is torture, listen to my ...... Relax, don't resist your heart, your heart tells itself that only by telling the truth can you be liberated, that you can relax......"

The hideous look on Howard's face gradually disappeared, and the violent tremors slowly eased, he seemed to be really following Li Xiaofeng's guidance, slowly relaxed, and slowly began to confess:

"My name is Howard. Greenham, born in London...... Serving at MI6's Russian station, the station commander led us to urgently return home to deliver important intelligence...... When I was about to wait for the bus, I found that the General Administration paid special attention to the target column

Peaceful...... I wanted to assassinate him, I wanted to make meritorious service, but unfortunately failed......"