His eyes flashed like lightning, a cold glint appearing in them!
His right elbow slammed into the old man's stomach!
With a muffled thud, the old man didn't even have time to groan before he was curled up like a shrimp, writhing on the ground in pain.
"ah!"
The old man's throat tightened, and he let out a muffled groan. The rope in his hand suddenly lost its grip and was flung away.
Shen Zhiyu reacted extremely quickly, and almost the instant the rope slipped from his grasp, he flipped over and leaped into the air.
He landed steadily, pressing his right knee heavily against the old man's nape, firmly subduing him to the ground.
At the same time, the dagger in his hand was already drawn.
A flash of cold light, and the icy blade was already pressed tightly against the old man's throat.
At the same time, Su Qingzhi quickly sprang to her feet.
She stood still, her eyes scanning her surroundings warily, her fingers slightly curled, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
No one saw exactly when she casually grabbed a bamboo chopstick.
Those were originally ordinary tableware for eating, but now they were held in her palm.
With a swift movement, the tip of the bamboo chopsticks struck a nerve point on the old man's wrist with lightning precision.
Caught off guard, the old man's entire arm trembled violently, the pain causing it to shake uncontrollably.
"Stop acting, where's the lab?"
The old man's face contorted in pain, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and soaking the gray hair at his temples.
"Wh...what laboratory? I really don't understand what you're talking about! I'm just an old man who farms..."
"Still pretending?"
Su Qingzhi sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.
With a flick of her wrist, she deftly used bamboo chopsticks to lift the coarse cloth sleeve of the old man's left arm, revealing a clearly visible cherry blossom tattoo on the inside of his skin.
Without any hesitation, she used the tip of her chopsticks to poke the cherry blossom hard, piercing its skin.
"Do you think we're all blind? She's tattooed with cherry blossom symbols and wearing old-fashioned Japanese-style clothes. You dare say you don't recognize her? You think you can fool anyone with such a little trick?"
The old man's pupils suddenly contracted, his breathing became rapid, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes.
"I don't know... I really don't know... I just took money and ran errands for people... I really don't know anything else..."
"You're quite capable, aren't you?"
Su Qingzhi slowly put away her chopsticks, glanced down at him, and spoke in a frighteningly calm tone.
"Then tie it up tightly first, and let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness."
Without saying a word, Shen Zhiyu expressionlessly picked up the hemp rope from the ground, took a few steps forward, and skillfully tied the old man's hands behind his back in a few quick movements, then wrapped it around several times to reinforce it.
He then dragged the old man to the corner of the wall.
Taking the opportunity, Su Qingzhi turned around and began searching for clues throughout the room.
She first lifted the kang mat, then pulled open the old wardrobe. The wardrobe door creaked, and dust fell in a flurry.
They ransacked the place, turning it upside down, practically turning the whole house upside down.
Finally, she found an inconspicuous pottery jar under the bed.
She carefully took out the earthenware jar, brushed off the dust, and peeled off the oil paper. Inside, she found several packets of powder wrapped in straw paper.
She picked up a packet, shook it gently, and the color and texture of the powder gave her a jolt.
It looks very familiar.
This thing...
It was exactly the same as the mysterious drug that Fang Youming had secretly hidden in the medicine box, intending to force Shen Zhiyu to take it.
"Why don't we try this on him?"
Su Qingzhi grinned, a sly smile playing on her lips, a hint of malice flashing in her eyes.
"Since he knows something anyway, why not let him verify for himself who actually formulated this medicine?"
"Let's see how it reacts."
She added in a low voice, her tone slightly playful.
Shen Zhiyu nodded, his gaze steady.
"Alright, we've asked everything we needed to ask. Now we have no choice but to use this method to extract a confession."
She deftly pulled a pair of disposable gloves from her small bag.
Tear open the packaging with a snap, put it on carefully, and avoid direct contact with the medicine.
Then, she took out a little white powder, pinched it between her fingertips, and slowly brought it to the old man's face.
Upon seeing this, Shen Zhiyu immediately reached out and grabbed the old man's chin with one hand and pressed down on his head with the other, forcibly prying open his mouth to reveal his dry mouth.
"No! Please don't do this! I beg you!"
The old man finally panicked completely, his face turned ashen, his voice trembled violently, and his eyes were filled with fear.
“I am Chinese! I’m on your side! My hometown is in Jiangnan Province! I have an ID card! I can show it to you!”
He knew better than anyone how powerful these things were.
It was an extremely cruel drug, specifically designed to torment a person's nerves.
Once swallowed, it felt as if every bone in my body was breaking.
After consuming it, a person will experience excruciating pain, remaining conscious yet unable to move, unable to live, and unable to die.
Even the ability to commit suicide will be completely taken away.
Upon hearing that he was Chinese, Su Qingzhi became even angrier.
Since they are Chinese and share the same blood as me, how can they be so ruthless to their own people?
How could anyone dare to participate in such an inhumane experiment?
This betrayal is more infuriating and unforgivable than the harm done by an enemy.
Seeing the disbelief on their faces, the old man hurriedly explained.
“I’m not lying to you. My mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, but I’ve lived in China since I was little. I was born in Jiangcheng, went to a local primary school, and spoke Mandarin. I’ve always considered myself half Chinese, really… I’m not lying!”
Su Qingzhi gave a cold laugh.
"Oh? So you think you can escape my questions and wash away the blood on your hands just by saying you're Chinese?"
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