My lips moved slightly, first sneered twice, and then moved my body tied to the chair: "Hehe, is this how you Russians ask other people's questions?" A bit of sarcasm was deliberately added to the tone, asking questions? Tie me up, and ask for advice? When am I a three-year-old?

I don't know if the old Russian man didn't hear the sarcasm in my words, or didn't care at all, anyway, he didn't have the slightest intention of loosening the ties for me, but instead learned the appearance of martial arts movies, and hugged my fist: "This is just to avoid some unnecessary troubles, more offenses, more offenses." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Are you sure you're looking for the wrong person?" It seems that the untying is ironclad, and I can't help but feel a little puzzled, these Russians can't be tying up the wrong person, right? After all, Europeans look at Asians' faces the same way Asians look at Europeans' faces, and the difference in facial features is not very obvious.

"You can't be wrong, it's you!"

The Russian old man's attitude of such a positive attitude has more or less aroused my curiosity, and I really don't bother to go around in circles with this foreign old man, since he has recognized me, no matter how much ink continues, it will not have any substantive meaning, it is better to get straight to the point.

I steadied myself and went straight to the point in a playful way: "Since you're so sure it's me, then ask whatever you want, and let me go as soon as you're done, my mom is still waiting for me to come home for dinner." ”

When the old Russian man heard me, he burst out laughing: "Hahaha, well, Chinese there is an old saying called ...... Called...... Forehead......" When he said this, he was stunned, and he stopped laughing, and frowned, as if he really couldn't remember what it was called. After a long while, he smiled again: "It's called straight to the point, young man, you're good." ”

I guess if there is a mirror at this time, you must be able to see the three black lines drawn on your forehead, this old Russian man is also stubborn enough, I can't think of it, I have to think about it, it's really a little speechless.

When the old Russian man spoke again, his expression had become serious and abnormal, his eyes were slightly narrowed and stared at my eyes, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes piled up into deep ravines: "However, the Chinese also have an old saying, confess leniently, resist strictly, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, young man, I believe you will choose to confess leniently." ”

If a foreign friend usually tells me this sentence, I will definitely correct his mistake in wording, confess leniently, and resist strictly, this is the policy of China's law enforcement, where is the ancient saying of the Chinese.

But at this moment, I still chose to shut up sensibly, not because I was afraid of the threat that the old Russian man showed in his words, but because these Russians were of unknown origin and carried weapons, I really didn't have to trouble myself until I understood their specific intentions.

When the old Russian man saw that I was silent, but waited for him to ask another question, he put his hand in his pocket, took out a photograph from it, and brought it to me: "Young man, do you recognize this man in the photograph?" ”

I looked at the strange photo that the old Russian man was holding in front of me, it was not very clear, and it was easy to infer from the angle and the quality of the pixels that it might have been taken by a camera somewhere. In the photo, it seems to be some kind of large printing press equipment, constantly printing something, and in front of the equipment stands a bearded man in a straight suit, and that person is ...... Ni Tian.

When I saw this photo, I wasn't too surprised, and I don't know if what happened today has made me a little numb. I instantly recalled the scene when I was about to set off, I called Ni Tian and asked him if he could bring the iron head and the pillar with him. At that time, in addition to Ni Tian's voice, there seemed to be a rumbling sound of machine operation on the phone. Could it be that Ni Tian was in this printing house at that time, and he didn't know what he was busy printing?

What's being printed? This makes me a little puzzled, it can't be a small advertisement for recruiting people, right?

At this time, it was useless to think too much, I nodded slightly, and said bluntly: "Yes, his name is Ni Tian." "There is really no need to hide this, since this group of Russians can find me with Ni Tian's photo, then at least it can show that they must know that I know Ni Tian.

When the old Russian man heard me say this, he immediately smiled and seemed very satisfied: "Very good, young man, you are very honest, so can you tell me what your relationship with him is?" ”

What relationship? I took a moment, I have never seriously thought about this question, what is the relationship between me and Ni Tian? Friend? Not really, helper? Nor is it, accomplices? That's even more unlikely. I really can't find a more suitable word to describe this delicate relationship between me and Ni Tian.

After thinking for a moment, he could only answer slightly vaguely: "It should be a relationship that I just met." ”

The old Russian man didn't seem to understand very much what it meant to be "a relationship that I just met", he squinted his eyes, looked at me for a long time, and put away his smile.

After a moment of silence, the expression on his face became a little gloomy, and he repeated the question just now, only this time the unkindness and impatience in his words could be clearly heard: "Young man, what is your relationship with him?!" ”

The question really stumped me, and I frowned, trying to figure out how to explain this delicate relationship, when I suddenly heard the sound of a pistol being loaded in the hand of the Russians behind me. Then, I felt like something like a tube against the back of my head.

No way! No way? Play for real? I looked at the old Russian man on the other side, and my heart suddenly cooled, and I could clearly feel a depressing murderous aura gradually spreading in the room. I thought that these Russians were at most pretending to scare me, but I didn't expect that looking at this posture, I was afraid that they would really do something out of the ordinary.

I can't think about it anymore, even if I make it up now, I have to make up a reasonable argument to explain the strange relationship, and my brain spun for a while, and then I said: "I once went to Hulunbeier, and it happened that this person also went there, so he walked all the way, but he was not very familiar with it. ”

Of course, my statement is still more reliable, first, I did go to Hulunbeier from Dalian, and I did walk with Ni Tian, even if I went to check, I couldn't find the slightest flaw. Second, I naturally can't say anything about the fourth uncle, that can only make this matter more and more complicated, Ni Tian's destination is indeed Hulun Beier, as for whether it happens to be a coincidence, it all depends on my mouth, and there is nowhere to check. Third, in terms of whether I am familiar with Ni Tian or not, I really don't play any word games, and from beginning to end, I am indeed not very familiar with this bearded man.

The old Russian man seemed to understand what I was saying, and nodded, but he didn't speak, he didn't know what he was thinking, and the barrel of the gun against the back of my head slowly moved away, and the oppressive feeling was lessened a little.

After a moment of silence, the old Russian man put his hand in the pocket of his coat again, and then took out a briefing that seemed to have been cut out of a newspaper, and brought it to me again.

What the hell are you doing? How do you feel that people nowadays like to keep pulling things out of their pockets to show people. I frowned and went to look at the briefing, but when I read what was written on it, I no longer had the composure I had before, and I was as petrified as if I was on the spot......