Modern medical technology has made it possible to transplant most of the human organs, so the black market has repeatedly banned organ trafficking, but even the most ignorant people know that it is impossible to transplant the human brain, and even the theoretical possibility does not exist at present.

So what is this guy doing with taking people's brains? You must know that the operation to remove the brain is much more complicated than stealing the kidney, unless he has some special fetish.

"What special fetishes?" Hu Xing asked curiously.

"For example, he likes to eat tofu brain, but he feels that the outside sales are not strong enough." Aoki said casually.

Hu Xing remembered that she had just eaten tofu brain in the morning, and a stream of sour water appeared in her throat, and she almost didn't spit it out.

Shi Dazhuang said: "Okay, Mr. Aoki, don't joke. Do you have any good ideas, hurry up. ”

"How long has it been the trial?" Aoki looked at Shi Dazhuang's dark circles and asked.

Shi Dazhuang hesitated: "It's been more than ten or twenty or thirty hours." ”

Aoki knew this, and joked: "It's almost a sentence, right?" ”。

Shi Dazhuang was taken aback: "Brother, you can't talk nonsense, we have discipline, who dares to be punished!" Besides, let's handle cases and look at different objects, pay attention to humanity, isn't it, Xiaohu? ”

Hu Xing said: "That's it, this person is a surgeon, and he often stands on the operating table for a day, and this time is not considered a fatigue interrogation." ”

Aoki almost wanted to laugh, shook his head and said, "I'll go and see." ”

Shi Dazhuang said: "Okay, I'll accompany you." ”

Aoki asked thoughtlessly, "There's an air conditioner in there, right?" ”

Then he said to Hu Xing: "Officer Hu, look at my gesture for a while, and adjust the temperature of the air conditioner inside to the lowest." Also, help me get an ice pack. ”

"Ice packs?" Hu Xing was inexplicable, but his mind turned quickly, "Is it okay to have a popsicle?" ”

"Just don't melt it."

Hu Xing frowned, guessing Aoki's intentions. She always felt that the "expert" introduced by Professor Mei was not very reliable.

"You can't really be a liar, right?"

……

Zhao Pengcheng sat in the cold interrogation chair and heard the sound of the iron door opening.

Is there another shift change?

This kind of non-stop interrogation really made him very uncomfortable, and if it weren't for the skills he had practiced on the operating table, he really couldn't hold on.

He heard the clatter of leather shoes on the ground, and the sound of tapping.

Pull the board?

Zhao Pengcheng reluctantly raised his tired eyelids, and saw the criminal investigation captain who had interrogated him three times walking in, with a guy in a trench coat.

Because of the backlight, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but the man was...... I wore a pair of slippers.

When has police discipline become so lax?

Or do you want to use this routine to get my attention so that I can speak?

Zhao Pengcheng seemed to see through the police's intentions all of a sudden, sneered and lowered his eyelids, no longer looking at them.

Shi Dazhuang motioned for the interrogating police officer to leave, then pulled the chair apart, deliberately made a lot of movement, and sat down with a big grin, about to turn on the lights against the suspect to the brightest, but was stopped by Aoki.

Aoki said, "Turn off the lights." ”

"What?" Shi Dazhuang thought he had misheard.

Aoki said again: "Turn off the lights." ”

Shi Dazhuang had no choice but to do so.

The lights went out, and the light in the interrogation room dimmed suddenly, which made Zhao Pengcheng, who had been exposed to the strong light on his face, a little uncomfortable, but his body was a lot easier.

A wave of fatigue hit him, and he was sleepy. But he still tensed his nerves, speculating about how the other party would wake him up and prevent him from sleeping.

Knock on the table? Or speak out loud? Or shine a higher-powered lamp on me?

He waited silently, and then, he heard the sound of a slapper.

Tap, tap,

The voice reached him and began to circle him.

Tap, tap,

Round and round.

Is that all? Do you want to drag me down?

Ah, my eyelids are so heavy, I want to sleep! If you have any tricks, I'll really fall asleep if you don't do it!

Zhao Pengcheng smiled secretly, this person is a mallet.

It's not going to be a wizard who came to hypnotize me, right?

Well, hypnosis?

Zhao Pengcheng had a hint of clarity in his heart, and fear arose.

Ah, can't sleep!

He wanted to open his eyes. But why are the eyelids so heavy?

Tap, tap,

Why is this damn voice still ringing?

Tap, tap,

The world is plunged into nothingness.

Tap, tap,

……

Aoki walked around Zhao Pengcheng a few times, and then gestured in the direction of the monitor and the mirror.

A cool breeze from the air conditioner on the roof echoed in the small space, and the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, which was quite chilly.

After a while, Hu Xing pushed the door in and placed a box of ice cream on the interrogation table.

Aoki opened it and saw that the cute female police officer actually bought one for each flavor, a whole box, and no two were the same.

He smiled and picked a mung bean one, and then pushed the ice cream box to Shi Dazhuang, signaling him to pick one he liked.

It's really delicious!

Hu Xing's eyes widened in the surveillance room, watching two big men munch on ice cream in the dimly lit interrogation room, while the subject of interrogation actually fell asleep in a chair.

This is so unreal! Is this the story that happened in the Interpol team?

Shi Dazhuang was also puzzled.

He was willing to believe Aoki, and even more so that the famous Professor Mei would not send him a charlatan, but it was a bit difficult to swallow eating ice cream in the interrogation room.

"Shh Aoki used a gesture to stop Shi Dazhuang, who wanted to speak, and motioned for him to wait.

Just when Shi Dazhuang was waiting impatiently, Aoki stood up, slowly paced to the sleeping Zhao Pengcheng, and looked down at his face.

Due to the dim lighting, the apricot outside couldn't see clearly through the glass, but her intuition told her that there must be some detail not to be missed. She hurried to watch the surveillance video and zoomed in until only the suspect's face remained on the computer screen.

She saw that although Zhao Pengcheng's eyes were closed, his eyeballs were moving rapidly.

Aoki seemed to confirm something, then went back and retrieved a popsicle again, without tearing the package, went around to the back of the interrogation chair, and stuffed the popsicle onto Zhao Pengcheng's lower back.

……

Zhao Pengcheng woke up. He was awakened by the cold.

It's so cold around! Especially the waist and back, it's like lying on an iceberg.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and found himself lying naked in the bathtub.

The water in the bathtub was filled with ice, and it was bitterly cold.

He was startled and immediately went to touch the soap dish next to him.

He didn't know why he was doing it, as if it had been arranged.

There was a cell phone in the soapbox.

He turned his head to look at the bathroom mirror.

On the mirror is a line written with lipstick:

Sooner or later, your kidneys will be lost, so it's better to give them to someone more useful. Call 120 and it's best not to stand up until the doctor comes.

Fear took over his body more thoroughly than the cold.

He reached into the icy water with trembling hands and ran his hips down his back.

On his left lower back, he felt a bulge about twenty centimeters. With the doctor's intuition, he knew it was a scar that had been easily stitched up.

Someone took his kidney!

He picked up the phone and pressed 110. After thinking about it, I felt that it was inappropriate, and pressed 120 again. After thinking about it again, I still felt that it was inappropriate.

He didn't know why it was inappropriate to call 110 and 120, but he just felt that he couldn't call, so he took the phone and started to stay.

At this time, he saw the bathroom door open and a strange person walked in.

The man was obviously handsome, but he had a chicken nest on his head, and he was wearing an old dark gray trench coat, and a pair of very unfashionable bell bottoms, and the bottom leg was cut short and tattered. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he hunched his back slightly, and walked lazily, as if he had just woken up. The paddle on the foot makes a "tap, tap, tap, tap" sound, like a hypnotic magic flute.

"Quack ......"

Zhao Pengcheng heard a crow flying past the bathroom window, and flew back with a "quack" and stopped on the windowsill.

He knew that crows were carrions and could smell the dead, which was why the crows were rumored to be unknown.

"Am I dying?" He thought.

"You're not going to die, you're just losing your kidney." The strange man at the door said.