"Yes!"

"I must arrange it this time, and I must let him pass the exam by himself!"

The staff stood up straight, saluted, made a military order, and with a sense of mission, turned around and strode away.

In the monitoring room, only Liu Chengfeng's sigh kept echoing.

"Hmm, let me interrogate the prisoner?"

"Still have the information?"

"Really well prepared."

Su Yang looked at the information about the 'prisoner' in his hand, and thought thoughtfully: "Dead man, it's not easy to do..."

While speaking, Su Yang pushed open the door and walked into a somewhat gloomy room.

Inside the room, an unkempt man sits in a corner in a prison uniform, with chains wrapped around his body.

"This is a drill, not a real fight, right?"

Su Yang stood at the door, looked at the staff again, and asked emphatically.

The staff nodded despite some confusion.

"Hmm..."

"That's right."

"You... You can ask more, ask and try, just ask. ”

The staff was expressionless, muttering incessantly, and the voice was very small, very small, before finally turning away and locking the door.

"Normally, I can use slices, skewers, kebabs, skewers, etc..."

"Many, many ways to try."

"Unfortunately, they wouldn't let me do that."

Su Yang squatted in front of the 'prisoner', constantly saying something in his mouth, a little entangled, and then directly raised his hand and grabbed the neck of the 'prisoner': "Forget it, according to my understanding, dead soldiers like you are very strict in their mouths and won't say anything." ”

"I respect you!"

"I'd better give you a good time!"

As he spoke, Su Yang's fingers strained slightly.

The 'prisoner' widened his eyes and stared at Su Yang, his hands waving in the air, and his mouth made a 'whine' sound.

"Sure enough, just as I guessed."

"I swear to die."

"Even in this situation, you still have the courage to stare at me."

"What a professional actor."

Su Yang admired.

Seeing that the prisoner was still waving his hands and constantly pointing to his mouth, Su Yang comforted: "I understand, you have guarded the secret for your master, but your courage and your dignity, I have seen it, and I will not forget it!" ”

As he spoke, Su Yang exerted himself again.

The prisoner fainted and fell to the ground.

And Su Yang slowly got up, pushed open the door and walked out.

The staff came over for the first time and looked at Su Yang expectantly: "You... Did you ask? ”

"Hmm..."

Su Yang pondered for a few seconds, and gave an affirmation from the madman on Center Street: "It's a strong man!" ”

While speaking, Su Yang left, leaving only the secretary messy in the wind.

What is it called...

Heroes?

What happened in the room?

He rushed in, saw the fainted 'prisoner', and shook his shoulders before finally waking him up a moment later.

"Did you say that?"

The staff asked again.

The 'prisoner' sat alone in the corner, staring at him viciously with bloodshot eyes: "I said your uncle!! ”

The staff was at a loss.

And the monitoring room...

Liu Chengfeng was completely paralyzed in the chair.

This... How to wash this time...

It doesn't look like an interrogation at all, it's more like a person who came to silence the mouth.

This big brother... It's so ruthless!

God respects the dead, but you should ask, even if it is a question!

Liu Chengfeng sighed, covered his forehead, and thought about the aftermath again.

At the same time, several other assessment sites went exceptionally smoothly.

Heroes save beauty, save!

Bet your luck and win!

Interrogation, unusually easy!

Only themselves... A chapter of accidents.

"I'll leave the rest to you, I need to be quiet."

"You should know how to write it."

Liu Chengfeng patted the staff member who had just come back on the shoulder seriously, and glanced at him with pity, and then left tiredly, leaving only the staff member standing in place, wanting to cry without tears.

This uncle...

It's so hard to serve.

Compared to Su Yang's happy time in the City Lord's Mansion, the lame man in the black street kept sighing.

"Uncle Cripple, the most common thing my mother said to me was to try not to cause trouble to other people."

"But now..."

"Brother Su Yang is very lazy, but he needs to leave Shanhai City..."

"There are also Uncle Sangou, and they shouldn't stay."

"I don't want people to change their lives for me, but I really want to live and do more."

"So..."

"One day when I die, my mother will definitely scold me."

"I don't want to be a burden."

Sitting in the lame man's room, after Su Yang was no longer around, his smile gradually disappeared, and he sat at the door with some loss.

This state has been maintained for two hours.

But the lame man's mouth is stupid.

Only when he scolded Su Yang could he barely have a flash of inspiration and say a few cruel words.

"I really shouldn't bother anyone anymore."

Tong Tong suddenly muttered to himself, his voice was very soft, as if he had made a decision.

Sitting in the room, with his eyes closed, the lame man's ears moved slightly, and the next moment he opened his eyes suddenly, looked at Tong Tong's back, got up calmly, walked on crutches, slowly walked to the door, sat next to Tong Tong, put down the crutches, and then looked around coldly.

"I'm going to talk about something personal."

"Whoever eavesdrops, dies."

The cripple's cold voice echoed through the streets.

In the corner, Wednesday Dog came out: "Slow down, let me go first!" ”

As he spoke, he decisively walked farther and farther in front of the lame, and finally stopped at a position a hundred meters away, motionless, proving that he had no possibility of eavesdropping.

"I'm actually curious, what's the secret."

Qiu Ge also got out, holding a lollipop in his mouth, and said with a smile, but after seeing the lame's indifferent gaze, he raised his hands and made a surrender gesture, also within the cripple's sight, walked farther and farther, and finally stood next to Wednesday Dog.

The lame man looked around faintly, and the streets were empty.

In other words, in this West Street, every day at noon, it is like this.

Especially in front of the lame door.

Even if there is an urgent matter, everyone will choose to take a detour and leave.

It's a big deal to make a noise until the lame person rests.

After making sure that there was no one else around, the cripple leaned against the door frame, thought about it carefully, and touched Tong Tong's head again: "It's a pity that I don't have a rocking chair here, so I can only let you sit here and listen." ”

"Does Uncle Cripple like rocking chairs, too?"

"I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

Tong Tong, who had always kept his head down, took a deep breath and raised his head again, with a smile on his face, but the smile was a little reluctant and uneasy.

Looking at Tong Tong's state, the cripple sighed, and did not continue to talk about the rocking chair, but raised his head slightly and looked at the sky.

"You know..."

"Why did I come to the Black Street?"