The private detective said solemnly, "Ding Haitao, be sober."

"Even if you take one life and use your own death to cover the mastermind behind the scenes, he may not remember you well."

"I don't know, I don't think it's enough to kill you, I don't know when I will kill your whole family."

"You don't need to say it anymore, one person does things and one person is responsible, Liu Tianjiao is my harm, and it has nothing to do with other people."

Ding Haitao closed his eyes and put on a look of killing if he wanted to kill.

"Don't do it yet."

Wan Qingsong stopped the private detective who was about to teach Ding Haitao a lesson, and said, "Mr. Song, this person is stubborn, we have no way to deal with him, I don't know if you have any means to make him tell the truth honestly?"

"Let me think."

Song Feng pondered the way while looking at Ding Haitao on the bed.

The current situation, Song Feng saw it very clearly.

Ding Haitao is definitely a tendon.

Liu Tianjiao's accident has a huge conspiracy network behind it.

Ding Haitao is responsible for the implementation.

After the operation ended, the mastermind behind the scenes was worried that Ding Haitao would not be able to keep his mouth shut, so he ordered the guards to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

When he was about to die, he met a private detective who came to find him.

Fortunately, the detective had good water skills, so he rescued Ding Haitao from the sea as soon as possible.

"There's a way."

A few minutes later, Song Feng took out the silver needle bag and took out a silver needle from inside.

The private detective wondered, "Mr. Song, is the solution you said to be to perform acupuncture on him?"

Seeing Song Feng nodding, the private detective couldn't cry or laugh.

"Mr. Song, I know that you are a well-known local miracle doctor, and you may have seen that Ding Haitao has internal injuries on his body, but I don't think this method has any effect."

"He looks tight-lipped, even if you heal his injuries, Ding Haitao may not be grateful."

"Hehehe."

Song Feng laughed and said, "You misunderstood, I didn't take out the silver needle to save him, but to let him tell the truth."

"Honestly?"

The private detective was puzzled and said, "Mr. Song, what do you mean? How can a silver needle tell the truth?"

"The silver needle is not a torture tool, let alone a weapon to threaten others."

"Don't worry, it'll have these effects in no time."

Song Feng didn't say much, and walked to the bedside.

Looking at Ding Haitao on the bed, Song Feng said, "Ding Haitao, you may have heard my name, you may not have heard of it, these are no longer important."

"Now I tell you, I will perform a wonderful acupuncture on you, which will not cure your disease, but will make your pain feel a thousand times greater."

"To use a simple analogy, if I flick it on your skin, you will feel like you've been hit with a hammer."

"Don't be ashamed!"

Ding Haitao didn't believe that there was such a torture method in the world, rolled his eyes, and said contemptuously: "A manly man, you can still be afraid of this kind of small silver needle."

"You kind of use them all on me, if I frown, I will write the three words Ding Haitao upside down."

"Good, very good."

Song Feng sneered again and again.

In terms of personality, Song Feng belongs to an upright person, who disdains threats and temptations, and even disdains to play conspiracy.

But it doesn't mean that Song Feng doesn't know how to be flexible.

Ding Haitao's three views are obviously different from those of normal people.

The employer was ready to kill him, but he was still hiding it for his employer.

Talking to people with such three views is useless in a normal way.

Don't use thunderous means to break Ding Haitao's defense.

No matter how long he is persuased, Ding Haitao will definitely be like a repeater, repeating the previous content over and over again.

The private detective curiously asked Wan Qingsong, as a Chinese medicine practitioner, Song Feng can really use Chinese medicine skills

Conduct an interrogation?

Wan Qingsong didn't know the bottom of his heart.

He invited Song Feng over because Song Feng was a martial arts master.

He has defeated the warriors of the Wan family many times.

As a martial arts master, it is estimated that there will be some ways to torture others that others will not. ap.

I never expected that.

Song Feng's method turned out to be to use a silver needle that was not much thicker than a cow's hair.

How could a silver needle become a tool for interrogators?

The two of them saw the clouds and mountains covered with fog, and they had a lot of doubts in their hearts.

But it didn't interfere with Song Feng's next moves.

Looking at Ding Haitao, who continued to die with a hard mouth, Song Feng put away the last trace of mercy and stabbed a silver needle into Ding Haitao's heart.

A few silver needles were inserted, and Ding Haitao felt that nothing had happened, and he was even more convinced that Song Feng was scaring himself.

Song Feng saw at a glance what Ding Haitao was thinking, and sneered, "You can stay calm now, I'm afraid you won't have such spirit for a while."

"No more nonsense!"

Ding Haitao closed his eyes and was too lazy to talk nonsense with Song Feng again.

Wan Qingsong, the uncle of the Wan family, and Mrs. Wan are the godfather and godmother of Liu Tianjiao.

And the murderer who wanted to kill Liu Tianjiao was none other than Wan Wenhao, the baby son of Wan Qingshan, the second master of the Wan family.

The whole thing is not only revenge on Liu Tianjiao, but also involves the inside story of the intrigue of the Wan family.

If I did, I am afraid that life will soon enter the countdown.

This time, it was not only Wan Wenhao who wanted to kill Ding Haitao.

Maybe there will be Wan Qingsong.

Once the truth is told, Ding Haitao will have no use value.

The pain instantly spread throughout Ding Haitao's body.

Ding Haitao opened his eyes violently, and a heart-rending shout came out of his mouth.

Yu Guang saw a needle piercing his lower abdomen, and his lower abdomen seemed to burst, and an indescribable pain spread all over his body along his lower abdomen.

The pain continues to increase.

In pain, Ding Haitao had only one thought in his mind, to pull out all these damn needles.

Helplessly, he was tied with a cow tendon rope, and no matter what rigorous training Ding Haitao had before, he couldn't break free from the bundle by himself.

As Ding Haitao broke free from his frenzy, the cow tendon rope became tighter and tighter.

Song Feng took out the second silver needle and stabbed it at Ding Haitao's other acupoint.

At this moment, Ding Haitao felt that he had reached the eighteenth layer of hell, and he was being pushed to the sea of swords and fire by the evil ghosts of the underworld.

Every minute and every second, Ding Haitao will suffer greatly.

The pain cannot be described in words, it is worse than a thousand cuts.

"Song Feng, you are not human, you are the devil!!"

"You are a devil in human skin!!

The pain caused Ding Haitao to lose his due reason and scolded Song Feng in front of him.

Song Feng said lightly: "Before punishing you, I warned you many times, this set of acupuncture attacks on you, your pain will be a thousand times stronger than before, you don't believe my words, you have the current end, this is all your own fault, you can't blame others."

"Me and you......

Ding Haitao wanted to say again, and his brain lost consciousness for a moment.

His eyes were white and painful, and he fainted on the bed.

The private detective hurriedly rushed over and put his hand under Ding Haitao's nose.

Fortunately, Ding Haitao just fainted to death.

And he didn't lose his life because of it.