In the interrogation room without light, even the scalpel in the hand on weekends lost its luster. Only darkness is swallowing everything, until all objects in the dark are covered by it, it is satisfied.

In the surveillance room outside the interrogation room, Stacy stared at the two shadows that could be seen clearly on the screen, and looked at the scene with an attitude of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight without feeling cruel at all.

"Old witch, why haven't you started on the weekend?" asked the black man in a suit.

Stacey was like a demon who was good at controlling people's hearts, playing with everything in applause and said: "A person who is used to resisting pressure will definitely fall into hesitation before committing suicide, and may finally complete self-rescue in hesitation. Similarly, he has lived under his own psychological framework for a long time on weekends, but now his psychological framework has collapsed, but he has become accustomed to this pattern, and it is normal to hesitate."

"Someone has to push him." Stacey smiled and picked up the microphone connected to the interrogation room. She spoke very slowly and said slightly lowly: "Zhou, I'm sorry to tell you a bad news. The doctor who examined Yoda told me, child..." Stacey rubbed the microphone twice, and after a disturbing voice came from the microphone, she said: "I can't save it."

bass.

Suddenly someone stood up inside the surveillance camera. This person was on the weekend. He did not burst out all his anger at Josh, but turned around and stared at the surveillance camera, and his face began to gradually distort.

Stacey couldn't see the weekend's expression, but after seeing the weekend's movements, she put down the microphone with satisfaction.

The black man in a red suit asked, "Old witch, when did the doctor tell you this news? Why didn't I know?"

"The doctor certainly didn't tell me."

"Then...what if Josh was killed directly on the weekend?"

Stacey looked back at the black man with contempt: "Do you think everyone is you?"

"God, why did the Homeland Security Bureau send you guys to protect me? This is simply murder, I will make you angry!"

In the interrogation room, Josh regained his vision in the darkness, and vaguely looked at Zhouzhang's back and said, "Zhou, you must have heard that this is a scam, right?"

This is of course a scam. If Stacey wants to complete this interrogation, she will never use this kind of news to stimulate herself. If this witch-like guy wants to use her, she will instead tell the news that her child has not been saved, and at least this will not put herself in chaos.

Over the weekend, Stacey's scam was immediately analyzed from Stacey's words, but he was a little confused about the witch's veins.

Zhou turned around and walked behind Josh, pinched the scalpel and grabbed Josh's collar with one hand and pulled it down hard. After tightening Josh's arms, the suit was retreated to the elbow position by Zhoush. Then, Zhouzhang stabbed Josh's shirt on his shoulder with a scalpel. With a slash, the shirt opened and the shoulders were cut into two pieces.

"We, start from the shoulders, are you okay?"

Josh sighed: "Are you so stupid?"

There was no response on the weekend, and he pressed the scalpel against the muscles near Josh's upper arm on his shoulder. The blade was pressed down by his thumb. The extremely sharp scalpel quickly fell into the flesh like cutting tofu, and blood suddenly emerged from the wound!

hiss!

Josh gasped, stretched his body, pressed his teeth tightly and no longer made any sound.

The hand speed on the weekend was not fast, but he said word by word in slow cutting: "Josh, do you know? When a person uses a knife to quickly turn a piece of skin from another person, if the skin does not carry blood, then it should be transparent. I don't like this color, never, and rarely use my teeth to bite the dead skin on my lips. I like the color of blood, which reminds me of... the death I saw at countless murder scenes."

"The psychologist told me that I was suffering from stress disorder, and I think what he said was wrong. I like the murder scene because I can do everything at the murder scene."

The volume was not increased on the weekend, and the sound was soft and flowing out like water: "This is why I am not afraid of death, and I like to miss death a little bit." He slowly lay on Josh's shoulder, looking at the wound that was gushing out of blood, and the blade pushed from bottom to top, as if peeling the fruit skin and slashing down with Josh's flesh.

Swish.

The second after the knife left Josh, the guy let out a muffled groan: "Yeah!!!!"

"Ha...ha...ha..." Then he began to breathe wildly.

Who knows that holding back your breath and tightening your body can relieve pain, but no one knows how much physical strength Josh has put into completing this program.

When the breathing was completely relieved, Josh's nose was covered with sweat, but at this moment he was not impressed: "The psychological offensive can be avoided. Zhou, you can't break through my psychological defense."

On the weekend, I turned to Josh's front, looked at him, and whispered as the distance got closer and closer: "The reason why your psychological defense is so strong is the scene just now?"

"There is no sign of fire exchange under that factory building. Even if the Homeland Security Bureau gets the screen information of you holding the U disk, it can only prove that you are involved in the investigation of the 'military standard weapon outflow case'. Therefore, the people from the Homeland Security Bureau will not let you die, nor dare to let you die. You have not treason or are in the target position of the silence mission. Even if you have committed a crime, in your position, once you are killed, even if you are seriously injured, it will cause shocks from the CIA. At that time, this will be a big trouble."

After explaining all this over the weekend, he looked at Josh and said, "But you seem to have forgotten that it was the Homeland Security Bureau's plan, not mine."

"I can make you unable to survive or die!"

In the surveillance room, Stacy was still watching this scene without any movement. The black man in a red suit was still struggling with the previous question: "Old witch, you can't accomplish our purpose."

"I told you that not everyone has only feces in their minds like you. Listen, when you deal with a smart person, especially when you control a smart person, your position must be above the other party's resistance. In this case, set the required results on the choices the other party will make after seeing through your conspiracy, and he will do everything according to your wishes. In other words, you have to make him think he is smarter than you, and your layout is completely...what is that word called?"

"Back to the point?" The black man in a red suit answered uncertainly.

The witch-like Stacey said, "That's probably what it means."

Bang.
Chapter completed!