"An old incident in '98."

"What the hell is going on?"

"Doudou's mother and Doudou's dad got married that year, right? Engaged in May, married in August, before getting married, Doudou's father led Doudou's mother to the city to take wedding photos, do you have an impression? ”

As soon as this question came out, everyone scrambled to shout: "There is an impression, there is an impression." ”

"I've seen a full set of wedding photos, more than 20 in total."

"I remember it beautifully."

"It cost eight hundred and eight to get the whole set down."

"The whole village was in a stir."

“……”

Talking and talking, saying everything.

Han Jingyang pressed down with his hands, and waited for everyone to calm down before continuing: "The next question is the key, those who know the answer go to the left, and those who don't know don't move in place, don't mess around, there are other questions in the back, it's still a cash reward, you understand?" ”

The crowd shouted in unison, "Understood." ”

"Very good, my first question is which photo studio did Doudou's parents take their wedding photos? Okay, those who know the answer go to the left, and the others stay put. ”

This question suddenly made everyone difficult, and it was only a few moments later that three or five people came out of the crowd and stood on the left.

Han Jingyang was not disappointed: "Come, a few of you add me as friends, and then send me your answer, whoever has the correct answer will belong to whoever the money is, by the way, write your name clearly and the relationship with the Doudou family, relatives will write clearly what relatives are, and neighbors will write neighbors." ”

Soon, he received six messages.

One says it's a dream photo studio.

One said that it was a dream studio.

The remaining four are said to be love studios.

Han Jingyang narrowed his eyes and glanced at the six people, and said to Shi Xiaoya: "Send them money, add another 10,000, 10,000 per person." ”

The audience was a sensation.

"Really give you money?"

"10,000 per person?"

"It's really rich, this young man."

"Oops, I remembered it too, it seems to be some kind of photo studio......"

"Hurry up and ask the second question."

"Yes, yes, yes, I know Doudou's parents very well, good buddies who have played since childhood, I know more and more details."

“……”

Han Jingyang pressed down with his hands again: "Second question, on the day of Zhou Jinhua's funeral, a rich man with a mobile phone gave a gift of fifty yuan, saying that it was Zhou Jinhua's nephew, do you have any impression?" ”

Everyone turned their heads one after another, obviously few people knew about this issue, after all, it was not a big deal, and there was no gimmick, and it was not worth remembering these people for so many years.

Humpty Dumpty Village Chief coughed, "I have an impression. ”

Han Jingyang nodded: "Is there anyone else?" Impressive exit station left. ”

"I have an impression too."

"I have it too."

A few more people came out one after another.

Han Jingyang nodded: "The problem is, write the person in your impression clearly in the form of words, send it to my mobile phone, of course, if you can draw it directly, it would be the best, 10,000 yuan for writing, 50,000 yuan for painting, and the cash is not enough for me to transfer on the spot." ”

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Not only do I have an impression, but I have also seen him in the city." ”

"Really?"

"Really."

Han Jingyang squinted his eyes and spoke a lot, a thin man in his forties, thin, dark, yellow teeth, inch head, gray T-shirt, black pants, black cloth shoes, and half a cigarette in his hand.

beckoned to the other party: "Come and talk, what do you have to do with Zhou Jinhua?" ”

"My name is Zhou Zhigang, Zhou Jinhua is my aunt, after that incident, my uncle went to my house to ask, so I was more impressed."

"Tell me what the man looks like, and whisper it in my ear."

"Okay," Zhou Zhigang walked to Han Jingyang's side, leaned into Han Jingyang's ear and whispered: "The man is not tall, with a square face, small eyes, but his skin is quite white, he looks rich, his eyebrows are a little unsightly, but his temperament is very good, he has a mobile phone in his waist, it is the latest Motorola at that time, it costs more than 10,000 yuan, and he has to buy it at a higher price." ”

Han Jingyang nodded slightly: "Then when will you see him again?" ”

"More than ten years later, my impression should be one or two years or three a year."

"Didn't you tell your uncle about this?"

"I'd like to say that too, but it's a little weird."

"How?"

"I saw that the person was the one who pretended to be my aunt's nephew, but ......"

"But more than ten years have passed, but that person has not changed at all, you say, who will believe it? What's more, my aunt has been dead for so many years, what's the point of talking about it? Right? ”

Han Jingyang nodded, and then asked, "Where did you see him?" ”

"In Baotu Spring, I took my daughter-in-law and wife to play, and I took a picture with the person while taking pictures, and it disappeared after a few seconds."

"Are you sure you're right?"

"Yes, the temperament of that man...... It's very special, I will never admit that I am wrong, but it is really incredible, except for the clothes, shoes and mobile phone, nothing else has changed, including the hairstyle, which is exactly the same as in the early years. ”

"Was he the only one at the time?"

"It's like, wait, no, he's got two kids with him."

"Little children?" Han Jingyang's expression became serious, and he quickly asked, "Boys and girls?" ”

"A man and a woman."

"Elementary, junior or high school age?"

"What a junior high school student looks like."

"What are you wearing?"

"Forget."

"What are the characteristics?"

Feature...... All carrying a large board on their backs. ”

"Sketchpad?"

"Yes, yes, sketchboard."

"Is there a paint box or something?"

"Yes, everyone has a hand-held plastic box, and the inside is colorful."

"Are your hands dirty?"

"Yes, yes, there are all kinds of paint on your hands, on your clothes, on your hair."

"Are there any words on the clothes? For example, what studio? ”

"Words, words? Yes, there are words, it seems to be an elegant studio......"

Han Jingyang asked faster and faster, compressing Zhou Zhigang's thinking time to the extreme, forcing Zhou Zhigang to answer his series of questions instinctively.

This is an interrogation technique.

Why?

Theoretically, as long as a person has seen something, it will not be forgotten, but stored in a huge and complex information base, the more unimportant information is hidden, the more difficult it is to recall, ordinary people's memories can only recall those shallow important information, and actively searching for deep unimportant information will only make their brains more and more chaotic, similar to looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, it is convenient to use the subconscious or intuition to find the deep information, as long as there is such information, the instinct or subconscious will instantly help you find it.

This little skill also involves the knowledge of cultivation, which Han Jingyang learned from Zhang Zhiyang before.

First time using it, but it works great.

Induce, exert pressure, ask and answer quickly, these tips are done in one go, directly bringing Zhou Zhigang into the state of searching for memories with instinct.

The results are extraordinary.

After finishing the question, Zhou Zhigang's face turned pale and dizzy, swaying in place with nausea and vomiting, as if he had just gotten off the roller coaster, this is the result of brain overload, computing power is overloaded, the CPU is feverish, just cool down.

Han Jingyang patted Zhou Zhigang on the back and said to everyone: "I am very satisfied with Zhou Zhigang's answer, a one-time reward of 100,000 yuan, insufficient cash, direct transfer." ”

Shi Xiaoya transferred money expressionlessly.

Arrive in seconds.

100,000 yuan, everyone can hear it clearly.

At this moment, everyone was completely boiling, shouting for Han Jingyang to continue to ask questions.

However, at this time, a strong man in the crowd picked up a hoe and slashed it at Zhou Zhigang's head.