In the room, Wu Qiao held his waist and slowly walked to the desk where Benson was working, and picked up the unfinished fake face.
You can tell at first glance that the face is fake, but the facial features are indeed very similar to hers, and it feels good and smooth to the touch, almost like skin.
"What material is this made of?"
Although she raised the question in her mind, Wu Qiao knew that based on Benson's personality, he probably would not answer. Anyway, she didn't care whether he answered or not.
She just wanted to find an opportunity to discuss some issues related to hypnotism with the other party.
After all, I haven’t heard of any hypnotists in China.
If there are any, they are all from abroad.
However, Wu Qiao heard a few people for the first time. Although their voices were very low, they were still very clear.
“I made the materials myself.”
Wu Qiao put aside his fake face and stared at the other person curiously.
"Benson, I have a question for you."
Benson nodded coldly, then realized that he always agreed to requests, feeling embarrassed, and quickly lowered his head to hide his panic.
"Are you a man or a woman? Is your face real or fake?"
In fact, Benson is very disgusted with such questions, because every time he goes on a mission, there will always be people asking these boring questions.
Whether it is the person who was killed or the big boss who paid the money.
They seem to be very self-conscious about their faces and gender.
Of course, everyone has curiosity, he knew that.
It's just other people's curiosity, why should he be responsible for paying the bill?
When Benson first heard Wu Qiao's question, he subconsciously wanted to refuse to answer.
However, he just opened his mouth and said it without thinking.
"I am a man, and the face you see is fake."
He had never met anyone in his true form, and he was also afraid of being assassinated.
His kung fu is not very good, so he needs some way to register.
"Ah, thank you. I'm fine now."
Seeing that the other party was not that difficult to approach, Wu Qiao did not disturb him from working.
So I followed the others back to my residence.
Of course, I also saw Chen Jingang.
"Wow, were you waiting for me specifically because you also want to know some information about Benson?"
Wu Qiao walked to Chen Jingang who was sitting on the sofa in a very good mood, leaned on his shoulder and acted coquettishly.
In Chen Jingang's heart, even if he didn't think so, as long as his wife asked, he would cooperate 100%.
Perhaps, if he dotes on his wife to the extent he does, he will be able to ascend to heaven.
"Yeah, what information did you get when you went there?"
“He is a man, and the face we see is a fake one.
Especially when I saw the fake face he made, the facial features are 90% similar to mine. I wonder how it will look when it is applied to my face."
Hearing his wife talking about Li Sen incessantly, Chen Jingang stared at her eyes intently.
The intelligence in those eyes seemed something I hadn't seen in a long time.
"I guess in one day, you'll be able to go to the interrogation room and listen."
People in the underworld are very efficient in doing things and don't like to drag things out.
This Benson will probably be ready tomorrow.
"Really? Then I must take a closer look."
Wu Qiao has an inexplicable persistence when it comes to things that interest him.
The next day at two o'clock in the afternoon, Benson, Wu Qiao and Chen Jingang came to the interrogation room.
There was no one guarding outside the interrogation room, but there were many people inside the interrogation room.
Bond, Xiong Zan, and Cook were all inside, playing poker at the moment.
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