Chapter 130: Starfish Pier
Almost at the same time, the two screens inside and outside the interrogation room darkened, turning from gray to white and then instantly turning into a dark red, just like the endoscopic footage shown in medical popular science education videos.
Tu Lanxun realized that the needle had pierced Qianniu's eye socket. Although he knew it hadn't damaged the eyeball, the sight of that slender, sharp object pressing against the eyeball and sinking into the face, with the eyelid stretched out like a curtain, forming an equilateral triangle, was chilling.
In particular, Qianniu was completely bound by pure white restraints, his body trembling slightly but unable to move. This reminded people of the way foreign doctors in the last century "treated" mental illness by destroying the frontal lobe with long needles inserted into the eye sockets.
The consequence of that ancient surgery is often that the patient actually becomes quiet because they develop dementia due to damage to their frontal lobes.
This has nothing to do with how heinous Qianniu's crimes were, the main thing is that it was disgusting to watch them in person.
Tu Lanxun inconspicuously averted his eyes from the screen, only to be met with a half-smile from Bu Linlin. Bu Linlin said, "Don't worry, Wen Chong has his men in good hands. Not to mention that Qianniu is a key suspect and will have a series of court appearances ahead, the humanitarian code and work regulations dictate that we protect his health and safety, unless the trial results in the death penalty."
Tu Lanxun relaxed a little and looked at the screen again. The silver needle seemed to have penetrated the bottom of the morning glory's orbit, but Tu Lanxun now began to doubt whether the silver needle had substance, because no bleeding was seen on the screen at all.
Either Wen Chong's technique was so precise that he could avoid all nerves and blood vessels, or the needle was not a physical object, which also explained why Bu Linlin said that Qianniu would not suffer any permanent damage.
Bu Linlin hummed a song beside him, arms folded, "Peel off his eyelids, penetrate his eye sockets, open his brain, and smell his heart..."
Ms. Mu Xiaozhen glanced at Bu Linlin with a smile and warned her gravely, "Don't be so proud yet. Think about how to write the interrogation report for tonight."
Bu Linlin's expression fell. "Oh, I shouldn't be here. Wen Chong said that after the last interrogation with the silver spy needle, we had to write a total of over 50,000 words before we were approved and not punished. Now the three of us will each have to write over 50,000 words."
Mu Xiaozhen smiled and said, "No, I don't need it. I've already retired, and the re-employment procedures haven't been completed yet."
Bu Linlin's resentment intensified. Tu Lanxun stared intently at the large screen as the silver needle touched a pale patch of tissue that resembled a brain. It was soft and bounced under the needle's pressure. Behind the one-way mirror, Qianniu's entire body also twitched violently before being pulled back by the restraints, returning to complete stillness.
Immediately afterwards, the silver spy needle pierced into the brain, and Tu Lanxun's idea was completely verified. Qianniu did not suffer any physical damage, because his meninges were not directly penetrated, but were penetrated by the silver needle without any harm, as if it were two substances that were not in the same dimension, just like the real and the virtual.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang that almost made the screen speakers howl.
Tu Lanxun originally thought that Qianniu's brain tissue was damaged. It took him two seconds to realize that it was Qianniu's body - or rather, his spirit - that had buried a trap!
"As expected." Mu Xiaozhen said calmly, "Wenchong is right. If we rashly let a ghost enter his body, it will probably be gone without return. Every ghost that enters will die."
Professor Shen next to him shuddered.
But now the crisis was exposed by the silver spy needle device. Wen Chong froze in the interrogation room for a few seconds, then nodded to the outside, indicating that there was no big problem.
So Professor Shen was sent to the interrogation room. Qianniu was still in the posture with the silver needle inserted into his eye socket. Wen Chong moved the probe slightly left and right to check whether there were any more traps between the other party's body and soul.
After detonating another one, Professor Shen jumped and disappeared into the body of Qianniu.
"Adjust the frequency of occupation." Mu Xiaozhen said into Wen Chong's earphones, "Let him reserve 7% of the share."
Bu Linlin turned around and said, "Isn't that too little? Qianniu's mental activity is only 7% left, which may not be enough to support the functioning of his memory and language systems."
Mu Xiaozhen shook his head. "Don't underestimate this young man named Huang. His tenacity is beyond my experience. Even if it's only 7%, I'm still worried that he's lying."
Bu Linlin glanced inside with some disdain. "He looks quite like someone who can actually do this, but it's a shame he's on a pirate ship. It would be great if this kind of person could be employed by the Tourism Administration."
"A person's position can be changed, but character and destiny cannot." Mu Xiaozhen was not too impressed by this fantasy.
Wenchong and Professor Shen quickly adjusted everything. Qianniu's other eyelid slowly opened, and Wenchong loosened the restraint on his mouth.
"You can talk now." Wen Chong didn't sit down on the other side of the interrogation table. Instead, he stood in front of Qianniu with an oppressive look. "Name."
"Huang He Jiang." The morning glory's jaw seemed to be rusted, making a sound like an old gear.
"age."
"Thirty-eight."
Qianniu looks a few years younger. The juvenile features on his face don't make him look innocent, but rather give him a sense of depravity as if he has fallen before he is fully developed.
"Where do you work?"
"Heavenly Kingdom Group."
"You are the murderer of the family massacre in the 123 Development Zone a year ago, right?" Wen Chong looked directly into Qianniu's eyes.
Qianniu's throat gurgled, but he didn't speak. One could see the two souls in his body were fighting against each other. Finally, his eyeballs rolled under his eyelids that were stretched open like sails, and he said with difficulty: "Yes... I did it..."
Everyone in the interrogation room perked up. Excellent! Professor Shen had perfect control over the intrusion frequency. While Qianniu's memory was active, his rationality and thinking abilities weren't. He was a machine that answered whatever was asked.
Mu Xiaozhen was not so optimistic and continued to tell Wen Chong: "Speed up the interrogation. Shen Ou can't hold on much longer."
Professor Shen is like standing on a tightrope, which is a huge drain on both sides, and the fragile balance may collapse at any time.
Wen Chong asked anxiously, "You used a boning knife and a kitchen knife as murder weapons in the murder. Did you bring the former with you? Where did you get the latter?"
Morning Glory: "...It's in the Lu family's kitchen."
Qianniu was controlled and told the whole process of the crime. He spoke slowly on purpose, as if to delay time, but Wen Chong did not give him the chance and moved on to the next topic at an extremely fast speed.
"Yesterday, you came to hunt down consultant Tu Lanxun. Who gave you the order?" Wen Chong asked.
Qianniu said, "I came here on my own. I didn't receive any orders."
Wen Chong raised an eyebrow. "I guess someone hinted to you that you should solve the biggest problem of Tianguo Group before sending Dong Tianlong away. Who was that person?"
This question made Qianniu struggle, and he showed signs of recovery. Wen Chong waved his hand, and Lu Lianbing and Zhao Kuanqiao stuck the patches with wires on both sides of Qianniu's temples, one on the left and one on the right. They pressed the button, and he stabilized again.
"Kris..." Qianniu said the name.
Wen Chong changed the subject: "Where is he now?"
Qianniu's face was covered in sweat, and he said weakly, "I don't know..."
Wen Chong glanced at his watch and moved on to the next question. "Tell me about the structure and business of the Tianguo Group. I heard you have businesses both domestically and internationally, as well as in the eastern and western provinces. You're a pretty big group, right?"
Qianniu's lips moved at a pace he hated. The man, who spoke in a clapperboard style quite like Professor Shen, muttered, "Eastern Province mainly provides private high-end medical services, organ supply and transplant services, and flights are available nationwide... Western Province doesn't have access to the sea, but it has convenient land transportation and inland river transportation to neighboring countries. Therefore, Western Province is a gathering center for smuggling business. Just like Eastern Province's maritime transportation, they are the two lifelines of smuggling..."
"Abroad." Wen Chong cut him off from his chatter.
Qianniu was forced to answer, "I'm not particularly familiar with our overseas business. Kris is in charge there personally. On the surface, we sell rubber and tropical fruit products, or resell domestic goods. But in reality, the core business accounts for a large proportion, forming an industrial chain with the domestic market..."
Wen Chong narrowed his eyes, his expression chilling. "I heard there was once a senior executive named Nan Xishan. What did he do?"
Tu Lanxun suddenly felt the hairs on his back stand up.
Qianniu mechanically replied, "Nanxishan is in charge of the overseas division. He's not an executive, just one of Kris's senior assistants. He thinks he's the one who patrols the land with the sword of imperial authority. It's said that even the rubber tappers and frozen food smugglers are afraid of him. He's a coward."
"He's not involved in soul trading and organ trafficking?" Wen Chong pressed on.
Qianniu was silent for a few seconds. "That's the core business. He's not qualified. None of us are qualified. Only Kris and his brother can handle it personally."
Wen Chong forced a look at him. "You can kill people for Kris, and you manage other people who kill people with guns. How can you say you are unworthy?"
Qianniu said, "That's dirty work, not core business. Dirty gloves can't touch core business. Although core business is also dirty, K doesn't allow us to do basic work that involves advanced business. We can easily get into trouble."
So the reason why Qianniu has been reused until now is probably because he is really a good knife.
But it sounds like N was completely excluded from the dirty work and core business. Or, in other words, he died before he could be truly reused by the Kris brothers.
Tu Lanxun flicked the silver chain through his pocket.
It turns out that you are neither a flatterer nor a cruel official.
You are a eunuch.
The silver chain snaked around the blue-painted fingers of the Xun, as if it could read his mind and strangle him.
"Where did you send Dong Tianlong?" Wen Chong continued to ask.
Qianniu’s mission is definitely not just to kill Tu Lanxun, but also to protect Dong Tianlong.
Qianniu's silence this time was longer than before. After several seconds, he uttered four words with difficulty: "Starfish Pier..."
But just after he said these four words, Qianniu suddenly woke up, and the restraints on his body made a "creaking" sound of cracking, and Lu Lianbing and Zhao Kuanqiao pressed him down.
Qianniu's eyes had returned to normal. He looked at Wen Chong and said in a damp tone, "But it's too late... He... has already run away..."
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