Chapter 693 The truth is.
“Crack—”
The teeth-grinding sound of the iron door opening was particularly harsh.
The room was almost undecorated, with rough cement walls and a single low-wattage, flickering yellow light bulb overhead.
In the middle of the room, there was a cold iron chair, and on the chair, a woman with disheveled hair was handcuffed.
She may have originally had a beautiful face and a graceful figure, but now her face was covered with dried and fresh blood, her lips were cracked and swollen, and her eyes were blue and purple.
The thin clothes on his body had been torn to pieces, and his exposed skin was covered with whip marks, burns and bruises. Some of the wounds were still bleeding slightly, and it was obvious that he had been tortured for several hours.
The man who walked in was naturally...Du Changle.
He walked slowly to the woman, his leather shoes making a slight "tapping" sound on the cold concrete floor.
He stopped, bent down slightly, stretched out his fat hand with a gold ring, and gently lifted the woman's drooping chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look up.
"How pitiful... Look at the injuries.
You had such a beautiful face and such tender skin, but now it’s all ruined. Even if you can leave in the future, no customer will dare to order you. Your life is over.”
The woman was forced to look up, her eyes dazed and filled with extreme fear. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and her teeth chattered.
"I... I'm telling the truth... Please... let me go... I've told you everything I know..."
Du Changle's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes were as cold as ice:
"Truth? Hehehe...Tell me the truth, you three bitches, did you provide a special 'treatment service' to the unconscious Warden Qian Huan that day?
You took turns 'treating' him three times, and then, Qian Huan miraculously woke up?"
The woman struggled to blink her swollen eyes, blood mixed with tears flowing down her face, and she answered with difficulty:
"Yes...it's like this...Warden Qian...really woke up...after we...served him..."
Du Changle stared at the woman's eyes, and the fear in her eyes did not seem fake.
He frowned slightly:
"Okay, then tell me about your specific treatment process. Be detailed and don't miss any details!"
The woman seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and with a hoarse voice that was almost broken, she began to describe intermittently:
"Yes...it's like this...that day, we went to the villa as instructed...and then, we were taken into the bedroom...it was a little dark inside, and there was a big fish tank...and then, I...I took off my clothes...and climbed into the fish tank...and he...he was in the water..."
(19,999 words omitted here.)
Du Changle listened to the woman's description patiently, and his anger intensified. He gritted his teeth and said:
"That's it. This is what you call treatment. Think carefully about it. Is there anything wrong with it? Is there anything that makes you feel different from what you've experienced before?"
The woman shuddered at his outburst, racking her brains as she carefully uttered a few words:
"Yes... it was a little different... I... I felt... special... and a little... dizzy... like I was walking on clouds..."
(PS: I took the pills Li Hanyu gave me afterwards, so I felt dizzy and my memory was confused.)
Du Changle thought that the other party was finally going to reveal some key information, but what he heard was an even more unbearable answer, and his last bit of patience was completely exhausted.
"Hehe...you like feeling dizzy, right?"
Du Changle laughed sinisterly twice, then stood up and coldly ordered his subordinates:
"Come on, give her some real stuff, let her recall her memories, inject her with truth serum!"
Upon hearing this, the subordinate hurriedly opened a silver password box next to him. Inside, there was a cold air, and several syringes filled with transparent liquid and specially made long needles were neatly arranged.
He skillfully took out one and expelled the air. The tip of the needle flashed coldly in the dim light.
When the woman saw the injection, her pupils suddenly contracted and she struggled desperately, shaking the iron chair with a clanging sound.
Two minutes later, the screams gradually weakened and eventually turned into unconscious whimpers.
The woman's eyes became dazed and blurry, and she slumped on the iron chair as if she had a severe hangover. Her head tilted to one side, saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes rolled upwards uncontrollably, revealing large areas of the whites of her eyes.
Du Changle bent down, put his ear close to the woman and said softly:
"Tell me what happened in that house that day?"
woman:".……"
(Again, 24,787 words are omitted here.)
The truth serum was quite effective. The woman's answer was nearly 5,000 words longer than before, and the whole process was described in more detail and with a stronger visual sense.
However, Du Changle's expression became uglier and gloomier as she spoke.
He muttered in his heart:
"Damn it, this woman is telling the truth. Could it be that Qian Huan really woke up because of the treatment they gave him?
Impossible... There is absolutely no scientific basis for this."
In order to verify that there was no problem with the truth serum, Du Changle injected the same dose of truth serum into two other women who were imprisoned in two other secret rooms and participated in the "treatment".
After several hours of tossing and turning, we obtained three confessions.
Apart from slight differences in the number of words due to personal expression ability and experience details, the core plot and key nodes are surprisingly consistent, forming a strange mutual confirmation.
"Could it be that Qian Huan really woke up because of this little bit of stimulation?!!"
Du Changle looked at the woman who had become demented and suddenly shuddered.
He didn't dare to use this confession to pollute the eyes of the congressman unless he also wanted to become as stupid as the woman.
Councillor Wang hates two things the most: one is disobedient subordinates, and the other is brainless and incompetent idiots.
Du Changle murmured in his heart:
"At least, I need a scientific review from a professional."
Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the subordinate beside him and said:
"Hasn't the medical staff around Qian Huan been arrested yet?"
The subordinate quickly replied:
"These three women were easy to catch, but Qian Huan's medical staff had been staying in his villa the entire time, so we never found an opportunity to catch them."
As soon as the subordinate finished speaking, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.
Another subordinate pushed the door open and said with a hint of excitement on his face:
"The opportunity has arrived. Several medical staff have just left Qian Huan's villa. They are heading back to the city. Our people have secretly followed them."
This sudden good news was actually thanks to the explosion in the villa next door.
Because accidents happened next door to Li Hanyu's villa, and next door to the next door, which made everyone in her villa panic.
Nonsense, there was an explosion next door to your house, and a large number of people died next door to yours. How can you not panic?
If it only happened once, professional medical staff might not panic, but after it happened twice in a row, even the most professional medical staff would not dare to stay any longer.
If it happens again, from a probabilistic point of view, which villa is most likely to become the crime scene?
The medical staff made the decision with their toes and left Li Hanyu's villa one after another.
Li Hanyu's repeated attempts to persuade them to stay were in vain. In the end, he did not use any extreme force, nor did he send a car to escort them away.
then…….
About 1 hour later.
Two medical staff wearing white coats and looking frightened were "invited" to Du Changle's temporary interrogation point.
Compared with his treatment of the three women, Du Changle was apparently much more polite to the two "professionals", at least he did not use violence right away.
But after some "friendly" inquiries, Du Changle still received vague answers such as "Warden Qian's awakening is a medical miracle" and "It may be related to continuous nerve stimulation", and he lost his patience.
Two more doses of ice-cold truth serum were injected into the bodies of these two professionals.
Soon, Du Changle received the most honest judgment from professional medical staff.
The general meaning is that there are complex neural connections in the male physiological structure.
When higher-level cerebral cortical functions are in an inhibited or dormant state due to trauma or other reasons, there is indeed a certain possibility that some higher-level brain functions will be reversely activated or awakened through strong and continuous stimulation of low-level reflexes.
It is an atypical phenomenon of neurological recovery with an extremely low probability.
Strictly speaking, Qian Huan's case was that the cerebellum stimulated the brain, which has precedent in medicine.
Although the probability is extremely small, it is also based on medical evidence.
Du Changle didn't want to question the doctor's professional judgment, especially the professional judgment of a doctor who had injected truth serum, but he still found it difficult to accept this explanation.
Most importantly, he felt that Councillor Wang would definitely not accept this explanation.
The subordinates beside him saw Du Changle's face changing from gloomy to bright, and asked cautiously:
“Is this how we report to the councillors?”
Du Changle glared at his subordinates and cursed in a low voice:
"Idiot, do you want to die?"
The subordinates were so frightened that they were silent and dared not say a word.
Du Changle frowned and took several deep breaths:
"It seems that neither of these two paths works, so I can only find the answer through Feng Mu."
He paused and turned to his subordinates:
"Have you sent anyone to keep an eye on Feng Mu?"
The subordinate nodded quickly:
“Well, there has been someone secretly watching outside the Second Prison.
He came out once this morning and went to the Jade Garden. He stayed there for less than half an hour, then returned to the Second Prison and hasn't come out since."
Du Changle was a little wary of Feng Mu, but he couldn't tell anyone about it.
He thought for a moment and said coldly:
"Well, take a few people to the Second Prison. Be friendly and come in as council members. You can make up your own excuses, but politely invite them to come over."
The subordinates didn't understand why they had to be so polite to a mere prison guard.
Just go to the second prison and arrest him. Does he dare to resist?
But he dared not disobey Du Changle's orders and could only do as he was told.
Watching his subordinates taking orders and leaving, Du Changle felt even more uneasy.
He lowered his head and took out an encrypted mobile phone from his pocket, then quickly edited a text message and sent it out.
During this period of time, he had secretly selected a team of [White Masks] from the Hidden Sect.
Although this team is not as obedient and useful as the previous one, and is even a little difficult to control in some aspects, its overall combat effectiveness is much stronger than the previous team.
This is his hidden trump card.
Even though Feng Mu is not as simple as he seems, as long as he carefully avoids the martial arts gym behind the other party, and in the name of the congressman... hehe - he is really doomed this time.
…….
Li Shang stood in front of the charred ruins, holding several autopsy reports in his hands, his brows deeply furrowed.
“That shouldn’t be the case.”
He whispered to himself, his voice hoarse and full of confusion.
Li Shang was very sensitive to the fact that something was wrong. This was not the first day he knew Bai Ye.
As the "mother-in-law" of the police station, Li Shang knew Bai Ye quite well. In his memory, Bai Ye had never been a person with strong principles and who would adhere to professional ethics.
On the contrary, within the other party's professional field, their bottom line has always been very flexible.
If not, how could the police station have solved so many difficult and complicated cases "successfully" in the past?
Chang Erbing couldn't help but mutter in a low voice:
"Could it be that he's changed his ways and become a new person after being in prison? Is prison education so effective?"
Li Shang ignored Chang Erbing's complaints. He lowered his head again and reviewed the report word by word.
If it was just one body showing "unexpected" characteristics, he might consider the possibility of a low-probability event.
But if there are six bodies...
Li Shang took a deep breath, folded the report carefully, and stuffed it into his pocket. Two conclusions emerged in his mind:
“There are two possibilities. One is that Bai Ye is passively avoiding responsibility.
He may have realized that the case was very complicated, so he chose what he thought was the safest way. He thought that this way he could get himself out of trouble and avoid getting into trouble.
But if he really thinks that, then he is really stupid."
So, is Bai Ye really that stupid?
Li Shang was a little unsure about this.
Because in his past impression, Bai Ye was indeed a person who was easily confused and clever, otherwise he would not have ended up in jail that year.
"Another possibility is that Bai Ye received some kind of instruction and had no choice but to do this. He hopes that this case will be classified as an accident?
Who is he trying to protect? Could it be that he knows the secrets behind these accidents?"
Li Shang's eyes lit up when he thought of this, and he said to Chang Erbing:
"Let's go back to the police station immediately. I want to ask Bai Ye in person."
Chang Erbing nodded immediately, turned around and signaled the constable on standby not far away to drive the car over.
While waiting for the car, Chang Erbing's eyes swept over the ruins of the villa in front of him, which smelled of burning, and he couldn't help asking:
"Captain Li, have you found any clues?"
Li Shang had nothing to hide from Chang Erbing. He took out a transparent evidence bag from his coat pocket, which contained a palm-sized charred stone.
Chang Erbing subconsciously took the evidence bag and examined it carefully against the light for a moment, a look of suspicion on his face.
"Captain Li, this stone... is there anything special about it? It looks like ordinary construction rubble."
(End of this chapter)
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