“Name.”

"Shao Yifeng."

"gender."

"...female?"

A dagger was suddenly inserted into the writing table, and the wood chips shot to the edge of the table and flicked to the side of Shao Yifeng's hand. He subconsciously shook and shrank back and answered honestly at the dazzling table lamp facing him: "Male, it must be a man. I am the only one in my family who passed on the family line."

Lin Nian sat opposite the desk. There was no light in the whole room, and there was only a desk lamp as the source of light. I heard that this could bring pressure to the person being interrogated, and he didn't know whether it was true or not, but I heard that the seniors in the executive department played like this, and it was not wrong for him to do so.

Many veterans in the executive department are actually surprisingly lazy in interrogation. Ten executive department specialists and nine violent elements are their loyal hobbies for arresting prisoners and fighting with dangerous mixed-race species. However, they are suddenly indifferent to the prisoners caught in interrogation. After all, people can't speak as much as people screaming, which can bring pleasure.

Most of the seniors were lazy in interrogation skills. They first put a pen and a piece of paper on the table, then slapped the prisoner, and shot him in the thigh when the other party came to his senses and was about to curse. Then, when he screamed in pain, he walked around him and dragged a chair to sit down, pressed the gun to the back of his head and said: "Write it."

It turns out that prisoners often explain many unexpected things under this interrogation model, and they can suddenly provide more clues to the execution department for the case...

But now Lin Nian cannot use this simple and crude interrogation method. Although he was wearing a gun, Shao Yifeng in front of him was not a real prisoner. At most, at least the suspect was considered. At least the person wearing a silver bracelet under the court before the wooden hammer was settled in court was called "suspects" rather than "criminals"... Besides, the fat man with a neatly combed hair in front of him could probably be sentenced to "discrimination from beginning to end" and "sexual and courageous crime", and he could not commit the intimidation of the gun.

Lin Nian has a smarter approach to such people.

"The only son of the boss of the Black Prince Group?"

"Unless my dad has an illegitimate child...yes!"

In Shao Yifeng's sight, the boy, who was about the same age as him and even younger, pulled up his dagger and inserted it into the middle of his fingers on the table. The blade was just one millimeter short of being cut on the webbing at the end of his fingers. The toes couldn't stop rushing to the ground and successfully interrupted his nonsense.

Under the illumination of the desk lamp, it is not difficult to see the exquisite craftsmanship of the dagger inserted between Shao Yifeng's fingers. The whole body has a terrifying beauty, and it also opens the dent that he thought should be a "blood groove". In fact, if he knows more about cold weapons, he will know that the blood groove on the knife is not actually bloodletting. The professional term for grooves should be called "Ri". It is designed to reduce the weight of the knife as much as possible without shortening the blade body or shortening the width of the knife. After the knife is stabbed into the human body, the muscles will automatically shrink and fill these grooves, which is not very effective in bleeding. Instead, it can effectively balance the internal and external air pressure and make it easier to pull out the knife and then stab the second knife.

The guy who could take out this thing... Mr. Shao swallowed and knew that the stall was in trouble tonight.

People like him have never had the option of fighting wits and courage in this situation. He knew very well that the next situation was just the other party’s mention of numbers. His father was just playing numbers. His family was rich, so as long as the numbers were in place, others should be fine. In recent years, people who tied people up were quite regular, and they would not be cruel to tear up the votes if they got the numbers happily... Besides, this is on the third floor of the wine tasting villa. I have never seen such an arrogant kidnapping and extortionist!

"Where are your father, the boss of the Black Prince Group?" While speaking, the dagger was pulled out and inserted into the gap between the fingers leaning against him, and it was also very tangled (physics).

"I don't know where he is. He is not in China now... Can you stop playing like this? It's amazing to get it." Young Master Shao watched the boy pull out the knife and stably, accurately, and inserted it into the next finger. The dull sound of the dagger stabbing the table with the tip of the writing desk made his heart beat wildly.

"Aren't you in China? Are you sure?" Lin Nian asked.

"It's certain and certain. Why am I kidding this? If you want to kidnap, I have to wait for him to come back. Transnational transfers are not easy to operate." Mr. Shao was frightened by the game of poking his fingers, and his face turned pale. His speech speed increased with the speed of the dagger inserted between his fingers, and he spoke faster and faster.

“Have you ever heard of ‘Jews’?”

"What?"

“Have you heard of ‘Jews’?”

"Jews... Jews like to do business and like to hang gold on their chests?" Mr. Shao looked at the dagger with his fingertips faster and faster, and began to speak nonsense, and all the racially discriminatory words began to say randomly.

"Have you heard it?" Lin Nian asked, his subordinates were not slow, and they played the game of playing the quick knife's fingers more fluently.

"You... don't cut the knife and tilt it." Mr. Shao looked at the flower work he was playing in his hands and sweated.

"I asked me to ask once more and I would double my speed. If you poke your finger off, then change your hand and continue playing. If your hand is gone, play with your feet."

"I...I have athlete's foot."

The speed of the quick knife poking his fingers suddenly three times faster.

"I said! Damn! I haven't heard of any 'Jew'! What do you want? Money? Brother, don't play with me!" Young Master Shao was about to be scared away. Even if no one held the hand on the table, he would not dare to move, for fear that the dagger would be pierced and nailed to the table.

"You are going to attend a charity dinner in three days."

"How do you know?"

“Is Black Prince Group one of the organizers of that charity dinner?”

"No, we are engaged in minerals, real estate capitalists do your mother's charity... I'm sorry, I don't swear." The moment when the dagger fell to his finger and rubbed off a thin piece of oily skin, Mr. Shao slapped himself with his other hand with his other hand.

“How much do you know about charity dinners?”

"I am in the entertainment industry, and I only know that charity dinners are donated money." Mr. Shao replied with a blank face.

"I mean, how much do you know about the dinner three days later?"

"I just came back and received an invitation letter. I really don't know if I know anything about it. I really don't know my elder brother."

“Where is the location?”

"Munni Opera House! The opera house in the southern suburbs of the city, everyone knows it! Where the National Theatre Troupe performed it!" Mr. Shao almost screamed and shouted out.

The daggers interspersed back and forth on the table were almost as if they were flying. If it was not his hand pressed on the table, then if Mr. Shao would usually shout a good job as a reward, and throwing down a stack of banknotes to make the flower-making work faster. But now the hand on the table is his own, he just wants to throw a stack of banknotes and beg the other party to slow down. This speed is almost a afterimage under the table lamp. The wind caused by the movement of the dagger back and forth makes his hair float.

The dagger suddenly left Young Master Shao's palm, and it turned into Lin Nian's hand like a spiral, wrapped around his wrist and flipped like a snake. Finally, it was grabbed by a knife handle and threw it in front of Young Master Shao's palm, and half of the blade was penetrated.

"Are you actually in the Opera House? Have you been to this charity dinner before?" Lin Nian sat on a chair and dropped the light of the desk lamp from Mr. Shao's face onto the tabletop.

"No...no, I've only been back from abroad for half a month. The posts were sent to my house last week." Young Master Shao, who finally recovered from his senses, was sweating and panting for a while before he came to his senses. His right hand was trembling from the outline of a hand mold being inserted on the table. He was trembling and his left hand subconsciously touched his right hand, trying to see if there was any missing finger.

“Where is the invitation letter?”

"I asked my secretary to hold it for me." Mr. Shao swallowed.

"Then are you going?" Lin Nian asked.

"I prepared it at first... but now I don't want to go." Young Master Shao told the truth... He is very honest now. Even if Lin Nian asked him what color of underwear, he didn't need to say it, but stood up and took off his pants and lay on the bed to show him.

...He is a second-generation playboy who knows the current affairs.

"You have said before that your interest is in the food, drink, entertainment and entertainment industry. Why do you want to go to a charity party? Is there no place to burn if you have too much money?" Lin Nian keenly grasped the loophole in Mr. Shao's words, and his eyes suddenly sank.

"I..." Mr. Shao didn't expect the other party to notice this. He was about to say something but suddenly he was hoarse, and a hint of alert appeared in his eyes.

...He wanted to tell the truth at first that his senior sister wanted to go, but for some reason, at this moment when his life was threatened, he didn't want to mention his senior sister in front of such a tough character.

Lin Nian saw that there was a sudden hesitation on Shao Yifeng's face, and said nothing, but just shook out another dagger from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

"If necessary, I can play with two daggers."

"I... can't I go to a charity dance to have sex with beautiful girls?" Shao Yifeng gritted his teeth and told a lie, "It's embarrassing, right? I know, but I'm just a scammer who doesn't want to do charity and just wants to play beautiful girls."

"..." Lin Nian turned his head, without a sarcastic sentence like "can be seen", but he stared at the gorgeously dressed little fat man with a deep sense of meaning and then suddenly asked, "I heard you are looking for Kassel Academy?"

Shao Yifeng was stunned and looked up subconsciously. When his eyes were against Lin Nian, the answer he had not yet answered was obvious.

"Reason." Lin Nian said.

"Listen to what others said." Shao Yifeng twitched his mouth. He heard from the "senior sister" of Cassel Academy. He didn't know why the other party suddenly mentioned this, but he was determined to beat him to death and not give up his senior sister.

Although the other party may not be able to do anything to the senior sister when he raises her in this situation, he still vaguely feels that something is wrong with these people who come to him. He has a premonition telling him that he must not talk nonsense next time, and try not to let go if he can't get involved.

"Other? Who else? I want a name." Lin said young man.

The Black Prince Group was included in their suspect target not only because of his huge size, but also because Finger found the search records about "Cassel Academy" on Shao Yifeng's computer. It is very likely that Shao Yifeng had come into contact with a certain mixed-race species that was informed, at least he knew that there was a mixed-race species in Kassel Academy. The identity of that mixed-race species suddenly became intriguing in the situation of this mission.

"I can't remember the name, so I suddenly heard what someone said." Shao Yifeng's twitched this time not only the corner of his mouth, but his whole face was as tight as kraft paper.

Lin Nian suddenly changed his seat. This time, Shao Yifeng suddenly saw the black gun on the other party's suit and his heart twitched. He knew that the other party deliberately let him see it, and at the same time he understood that things were really big tonight... But the tenacity in his heart made him stubbornly not bring up his "senior sister", probably thinking that he was such a special man... But it was funny, he was indeed willing to pay the price for such a man's behavior.

Next, the plot of his domineering scolding in the head of the imaginary beating and gun-headed did not appear. Lin Nian just sat on the chair and thought quietly for a while. After a long time, he spoke indifferently: "You are hiding someone, and you don't want to offer him."

Shao Yifeng didn't say a word and made up his mind to be the tough guy in his heart. So Lin Nian continued: "According to the search engine records, you like red-haired girls, and you have studied in the UK for a long time... So can I understand that this habit was left by you in the UK?"

Shao Yifeng had no expression on his face, but his heart began to feel a little turbulent inexplicably, and his eyes began to avoid the other party's sharp vision,

"Psychological research shows that the more important the ones you can get, the more you will develop a desire mentality. People like you can get a lot of people, but inexplicably start to close their mouths... Can I think the person you don't want to give is important to you?" Lin Young tapped his forehead and began to infer things with his sister's ideas. "You don't like charity, but you said you are going to participate, and then combined with your later attempt to cover up that person's behavior with lies..."

Shao Yifeng finally couldn't hold back anymore and began to get restless while sitting on the chair.

Lin Nian suddenly seemed to have figured out something and looked up at him: "That person will also attend that charity dinner in three days. The purpose of your visit is because of Him, that is, He who lets you understand the place of ‘Cassel Academy’."

Shao Yifeng jumped up suddenly and started running towards the gate. While running, he took out the phone from his bag to find the contact person, but before he could reach the door, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a huge force, and his wrist holding the phone was also stepped on.

The door of the room opened from outside, Chu Zihang and Wan Boqian rushed in, and suddenly saw Lin Nian stepping on the little fat man on the ground.

"Is there something wrong?" Wan Boqian asked vigilantly.

"It's nothing. I've asked the location. In addition, I also got some interesting information." Lin Nian bent down and took out the iPhone from the hand that was stepping on the other party's wrist. The contact interface was illuminated on the screen.

"Who does he want to call?" Wan Boqian asked.

"No...he wanted to delete the contacts and phone records. He probably guessed that we would start from his phone book on his mobile phone." Lin Nian said lightly, "I was very smart when I didn't delete the specific one, but planned to delete them all together. Otherwise, I would subdue him when he clicked on the contact page."
Chapter completed!