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Fan Keqin asked, "What about the people who live outside?" ”

Wen Haizhu shrugged his shoulders as if he was dazed, and said, "Let's go to dinner after work." I really don't know the specifics. ”

Fan Keqin continued to ask, "Then why don't you go to dinner?" ”

Wen Haizhu smiled justifiably and said: "I'm not hungry yet, I'll go to the opposite side to eat a bite when I'm hungry, my home is in the North District, and I can't get out, it's better to stay in the company, I can't wander the street." ”

Fan Keqin said: "Well, the explanation is very reasonable. As he spoke, he pointed to the room and said, "This is your office?" ”

Wen Haizhu nodded and said, "Yes, come and sit down." I'm going to make a pot of good tea for your brothers, half a year ago, I met a good product in the tea house, Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao. Wait. As he spoke, he got up and walked out.

Fan Keqin took his shoulder and pressed it down. Suddenly, the right hand bent its elbow and struck downward. It just smashed on the opponent's lute bone. Hearing a crisp click, Wen Haizhu's face was suffocated red, and after two or three seconds, "Sigh." A voice shouted.

Fan Keqin didn't stop, grabbed the stool and dragged it to the side, and directly dragged the kid to the ground. At this time, the agents had already reflected, and they each put down their search work, and almost at the same time, they took out their guns and pointed at Wen Haizhu. Seeing this, he immediately came over again and helped Fan Keqin to press him to the ground.

The oldest agent said, "Sir, has a problem with him?" ”

Fan Keqin replied: "There must be something wrong with this kid, as soon as I walked in, I heard you ask him to send a newspaper record, and then he said that the dispatcher is usually in charge of this matter, so let you wait." ”

The agent understood, nodded, "Yes, but he just found those dispatch records too quickly, and he already knew where these things were." ”

"That's right." Fan Keqin said, turned to Wen Haizhu, and said, "What about the radio?" ”

Wen Haizhu stomped his feet in pain, and shouted: "I'm just an ordinary person, is there a problem with talking like this?" Just because of this sentence you discounted my bones? …… You...... Who are your chiefs? Yes? Who is it? I'm going to sue you, sue you!! ”

Fan Keqin smiled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry to prove that you are an ordinary person?" And what about your company's employees? You said you went to dinner. Can they all go? I don't believe that now that the entire Jingshan residential area has been locked down outside, these people are still in the mood for dinner. Even if your employees are all big-hearted, can you still have no one left in the company? Just keep you as a model manager? Who do you set an example for? ”

After saying this, Fan Keqin suddenly punched the pipa bone in front of Wen Haizhu. "Whew. Yes!! Wen Haizhu screamed again, as if crying, and said: "I'm convinced, I'm convinced, I'm really convinced, don't fight, don't fight." You ask, you can do whatever you want, I still have a lot of money in the safe, the password is 367995, the key is in my pants pocket, I say, I say. ”

Fan Keqin smiled and said, "You are indeed very capable of pretending." Earlier, my brothers reacted that you were acting too normal, but you were a little unsure, so I came here myself. Look at it, now that you are performing after being beaten by me for the second time, I can only say that you are indeed not an ordinary person. As he spoke, he put his hand on Wen Haizhu's shoulder again, and said, "Say, where is the radio station?" ”

Wen Haizhu wanted to struggle, but he was held down by three agents together, how could he still move for half a minute. And the shoulder pipa bone is broken, which is equivalent to being directly abolished a hand, even if he is a super veteran who kills people without blinking, he is basically finished now, and has lost most of the conditions for resistance.

Wen Haizhu was still grinning and shouted: "It's in the telegraph room, these people have seen it before, hey!" Why don't you speak for me, you can't lose your conscience as a man, haven't you seen it? Yes? ”

These people ignored him at all, and without Fan Keqin's inquiry or order, they would not make any unnecessary moves.

Fan Keqin nodded and said, "The bones are really hard." You know what I'm asking. Then he straightened up, looked at the old agent, and said, "Go and call the headquarters, report what just happened to the department in detail, and ask him to send more brothers over, I judge that this company is very valuable, and we can continue to search in detail." ”

The old agent nodded, walked directly to the phone next to him, and called Dilsey's restaurant. Taking advantage of the time to talk on the phone, Fan Keqin asked several other agents to look at him, searched around the room, and collected pens, kettles, and a pile of paper to the next location. Then unscrew the refill of the pen and open both ends to form a small tube. He began to attach glue to the spout of the kettle, and as he did this methodically, he said: "There is a very old punishment that keeps people still and then uses towels or paper to stick layers of paper on the face of the victim, and this kind of punishment is found in China and abroad, and the effect is very good. ”

As he spoke, he found a few more ropes to tie up the papers, hung the kettle, and continued: "The conditions are limited now, so I will improve it, and you will be tied to the chair later, and then I will use the adhesive force of the water to stick the paper on your face, rest assured, the water flow will not be too big, have you ever seen a drip injection in the hospital?" It's pretty much the same as that. So the water will slowly fall on the paper you are wearing on your face. Then you will feel that time slows down and it becomes progressively harder to breathe. This is a punishment that really allows you to see the whole process of death coming. And now we're not in a hurry, so ...... Hope you have a good experience. ”

After that, Fan Keqin had already hung the kettle with a rope from a chandelier in the ceiling, and finally he broke the tip of the pen, and the tail hose, with the knife he found to sharpen the pencil, cut off a small section and then screwed it back onto the barrel. With a gentle pull of one of the rope heads with his hand, the kettle tilted as well, and the tip of the pen slowly began to drip droplets. Seeing this, Fan Keqin was very satisfied, and pulled the other rope head with his hand to balance the kettle again.

Fan Keqin looked at Wen Haizhu and found that a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and he returned to his previous state of fear. So he said lightly: "Don't want to hide it, a trace of solemnity flashed in your eyes just now, if you are really an ordinary person, you will always be afraid, very worried, and nervous, but there will never be a solemn emotion...... You're preparing, you're getting ready to survive this punishment. ”