The next morning, Suihe, who was supposed to return to the village, was still thinking about interrogating Zhang Zhiqing. Seeing that he could not get any information out of him, he felt uneasy and did not go back for the time being.

The three police officers in the room had been interrogating him for a while. Zhang Zhiqing pretended to be stupid and asked why he was caught while running. He spoke a lot of high principles but did not tell a single truth.

"Uncle Cui, my second aunt said that spies like this who are cunning and treacherous cannot be interrogated using normal methods," Suihe said with a frown.

"We have a rule that torture is allowed, but it can't endanger his life. I've been tossing and turning for a long time, but he still hasn't told me the truth. I'm getting anxious too."

"Uncle, let me go in. I should be able to ask something useful."

"How sure are you?"

"70%"

"Go!"

Lao Cui was also anxious, and had no choice but to let him in and try.

Suihe looked around the office and saw a few pens in the pen holder on the table, which were commonly used by police officers. He picked up three of them and walked out of the office to the interrogation room.

Lao Cui followed him into the interrogation room, called the three police officers out, and casually locked the door from the inside.

He walked up to Zhang Zhiqing with three pens in hand, and looked at him silently without saying a word. The chair Zhang Zhiqing was sitting on was a bit like a modern baby chair, with a horizontal board in the middle and two iron rings in the middle. He put his hand into the iron ring, and locked it with a lock at the bottom.

Suihe glanced at him for a few moments, then calmly tossed his pen onto the horizontal board and slowly rolled up his sleeves. Zhang Zhiqing knew Suihe and knew he was a man of character. The villagers almost always ran into him on their way to work. He also knew he was a member of the village militia, skilled in martial arts and a skilled hunter. He was a man of few words, rarely smiled, and his face was expressionless. He listened most closely to Guan Huashu and Fifth Grandpa.

In the more than half a year since he arrived, Zhang Zhiqing has figured out all the people in the village who he thinks are a threat to him.

Professor Dong had bought him this shirt, and the boy was grateful, always wearing it with care, rolling up his sleeves to avoid spills that wouldn't wash out. Watching Suihe roll up his sleeves, Zhang Zhiqing unconsciously swallowed, a gesture that didn't escape Suihe's indifferent gaze, and he began to get nervous.

After rolling up his sleeves, he picked up a pen, removed the cap, and looked at Zhang Zhiqing: "I will only ask you three questions. Think of the answers." He said casually.

"First question, who are you?"

"I am who I am! I am the educated youth who came here to undergo the rural transformation!" said Zhang Zhiqing.

Suihe took the pen and inserted it into Zhang Zhiqing's left hand without hesitation, piercing the board under his palm with the pen.

"Ah..." Zhang Zhiqing paused for a second and then howled in pain.

"Second question, where are you from?"

"What have I done wrong to deserve this treatment? I want to see your leaders and sue you, the police, for atrocities against the people!"

Easygoing and expressionless: "I'm not a police officer."

After saying that, he raised his hand and with a swish, the second pen pierced through the palm of Zhang Zhiqing's right hand without hesitation.

"Ah..." Zhang Zhiqing was shaking with pain, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his teeth were chattering.

There was a smelly urine stain under the chair, and Zhang Zhiqing was so scared that he peed his pants.

The easy-going aura remained unchanged, steady and composed.

"One last question. If the answer this time isn't what I want to hear, I'll put this pen in your eyes."

Suihe opened the pen cap while talking about what he was going to do next.

"The third question is, who is your upline?"

Zhang Zhiqing hesitated, not daring to answer casually or deal with the situation. Suihe waited five seconds, then raised his hand and prepared to plunge the third pen into Zhang Zhiqing's eye. Just as it was about to go in, 0.1 centimeters from his eyeball, Zhang Zhiqing spoke the truth: "Guan Ping'an, my superior is Guan Ping'an!"

Suihe put away his right hand holding the pen, turned around and walked to the door and opened it. Outside, everyone in the police station stood nervously in the yard, afraid that Suihe would lose control and kill the suspect again.