Hearing the word Monroe come out of the little nurse's mouth, Ah Cuo knew it was over. Originally, he wanted to make up a joke about this Monroe and not Monroe, but after seeing the policeman jump up from his chair, he realized that it was useless for him to say anything. Based on previous experience, hands-on work is inevitable. At the moment, his eyes turned around the hospital room to see if there were any guys nearby.

"I see, Weasel William died at Monroe's hands." The policeman stabilized his mind, took a deep breath, and then stared into Ah Cuo's eyes and continued: "So, you also did those high-level dark nights that disappeared before?" Monroe is the No.1 in the night, what does he want to do......"

"You've got murder on your hands!" With the police around, plus such an exciting topic. The little nurse looked a little excited, pointed to Ah Cuo and continued, "I knew you weren't a good ......."

Before the little nurse could finish her words, the policeman suddenly turned around and glared at her: "It's noisy - shut up!" When the words came out of his lips, the rubber hose of the ventilator next to the bedside suddenly flew towards the little nurse like a snake. Ah Cuo only felt a flower in front of her, and then saw the rubber hose wrapped around her neck. With the rapid contraction of the hose, the little nurse's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and her tongue spit out half a foot smaller.

The little nurse struggled to grow her mouth, but she couldn't even utter a word. In the blink of an eye, the rubber hose sank into her flesh. With a "click" sound, the little nurse's head rested on her chest at an incredible angle. That is, in three or five seconds, the little girl who was scolding the street with her waist crossed just now died in front of Ah Cuo.

Ah Cuo originally wanted to take advantage of the police's attention to give him a moment, but he had already copied the infusion shelf next to him. But before she could make the next move, the little nurse had already died on the spot. At this time, he was facing the police who had turned back, and when Ah Cuo was about to smash the infusion rack at the policeman, the stainless steel shelf in his hand suddenly became uncontrollable, and one end of the shelf was twisted and deformed, and it slammed into Ah Cuo's head.

Ah Cuo's attention was on the policeman, and by the time he realized that something was wrong, his head was already hit hard. Then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything about the rest.

When Ah Cuo opened his eyes again, he realized that he was no longer in the ward. He sat on a chair with his hands cuffed behind his back. There was a small table in front of him, and a small old man from Southeast Asia was squatting in front of him, holding a syringe with blue liquid in his hand, probably trying to give Ah Cuo a needle.

After seeing Ah Cuo open his eyes, the little old man was stunned for a moment, and then put away the needle in his hand. In a very impure English, he said to a few people behind him: "He woke up, much faster than expected." ”

At this time, Ah Cuo had a splitting headache, except for the little old man in front of him, only a few confused figures were seen in the distance. It may be that there was a slight concussion on the head just now, and now everything is vague and vague, and what is going on around him has to be half a beat slower to react.

When the figures approached, Ah Cuo could barely see that there were three people walking over, and one of them was the fake policeman. It's just that he has changed into casual clothes, and he doesn't deliberately have a banana fan of returnee Chinese.

Except for this fake policeman, the other two people, one white and one black, were already standing in front of Ah Cuo. A white man who appeared to be the ringleader said to the fake police officer in English: "You ask him, is the person who was with him at the hospital Monroe?" What is the relationship between the two of them? ”

Without waiting for the fake police to translate, Ah Cuo endured the pain in his head, looked up at this person, and said: "I don't know any Monroe, only an American lawyer named Smith, as for whether he is the Monroe you are looking for, please ask him, don't toss me so much......"

"We can communicate directly, which is great." Seeing that Ah Cuo could understand English, the white man who took the lead smiled. Then he pulled a chair from the side and sat in front of him, looked at Ah Cuo, who had a misty look in his eyes, and said, "Now please introduce us to the gentleman named Smith." How did you meet? Why kill the Weasel and the other high-level Dark Nights? ”

Seeing Ah Cuo lower his head again, he looked like he was going to carry it to the end. The man laughed, took out his cigarette, and didn't see him light the fire, and with a "whoosh", the cigarette had already lit itself. After spewing a smoke ring into Acho's head, the man continued, "If you want to deal with it in this silent way, or make up a story. Then I'm sorry to use other methods to get you to tell the truth. Believe me, from the bottom of my heart I don't want to use that inhumane method. ”

Seeing that Ah Cuo lowered his head and still didn't mean to speak, the man shrugged his shoulders and continued, "Okay, I see what you mean. Bonn ......" When he said this, he turned his head to the little South Asian old man who was holding the needle just now and said, "The following is your job, for Monroe's sake, please don't hurt Mr. Lin's life." Of course, maybe it won't be long before Mr. Lin takes the initiative to ask you to end his life......"

The little old man named Bonn smiled and brought a large box from the side. opened the suitcase in front of Ah Cuo, and the contents of the box were divided into two parts: utensils and medicines. Enbang first put some knives, pliers, and strange utensils in front of Ah Cuo one by one, and when the table was almost full, he took out a cigarette case the size of a cigarette case, and the strange thing reached out to Ah Cuo's mouth, and said, "This is in case you can't bear it for a while, and you lose control and bite off your tongue." Bited, and nodded vigorously when there was something to say. However, this set of equipment is never used at a time, and generally no one will end up more than the first five rounds. I hope you can hold on a little longer, after all, it's Monroe's friend, and I bet you can make it to the sixth round, maybe hold on and see the seventh round. ”

Ah Cuo looked at the things on the table coldly, and then took the initiative to open his mouth at the little old man, asking him to put the strange mouth plug into his mouth. Then the little old man took out the extreme handcuffs and handcuffed Ah Cuo's hands on the legs and armrests of the chair. This was the first step, and he used a small pair of pliers to 'bite' Ah Cuo's fingernails, and he could pull them off with a single force.

Just a second before the little old man was about to make a move, Ah Cuo suddenly spit out the mouth plug in his mouth and shouted: "I said! Don't do it! ”

Ah Cuo shouted this, and Bonn showed a look of disappointment on his face. After glancing with some disdain at the young man tied to the chair, he removed the pliers from his fingernails and gave up the acre to the people behind him.

"It's good that it doesn't hurt the peace," the white man smiled and sat down across from him again. In order to show his sincerity, he personally opened the handcuffs on Ah Wrong's hand. Then he continued: "Now you can say, what is your relationship with Monroe? What was his purpose in leaving the night? Also, did you do the recent disappearance of the high-level Dark Night? ”

Ah Cuo moved his wrist and said, "My head is still a little foggy now, you have to give me a cigarette to slow down." The man in charge laughed, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. As before, there was still no open flame this time. After a flash of fire suddenly appeared at the location of the cigarette butt, a wisp of green smoke burst out.

At this time, Ah Cuo had completely relieved. Even though my head still hurts like a hangover. But I have seen the people and environment around me clearly, and this is like a warehouse. Although there is no cargo to be seen, there are still traces of long-term storage.

A cigarette was smoked in a blink of an eye, and after reluctantly throwing away the cigarette butt, Ah Cuo reluctantly threw away the cigarette butt, sat on a chair and said to the white man who took the lead: "It's not as complicated as you think, Monroe is here to pay off the debt......"