An Moxue turned on her flashlight and shone it on the three people, causing them to instinctively squint.
An Moxue looked at them with her chin raised. When the three of them adjusted to the light and opened their eyes, Qu Bing was shocked to see An Moxue in front of him, Fan Zijian was somewhat surprised, while the movie projectionist they called Third Brother was very calm, acting as if he did not know An Moxue.
An Moxue asked, "How is it? You don't seem too surprised to see me! It seems you all know me, or even understand me. Right, Third Brother?" After speaking, she stared directly at Third Brother.
When An Moxue said this, the third brother remained calm and composed, but his eyes flickered quickly, which An Moxue, who was always watching them, noticed.
"Well? Nothing to say?" An Moxue stared at the three of them without blinking.
Seeing that no one was speaking, she said, "Don't you have anything to say? Qu Bing, stare at me. What benefits did they give you? Or what promises did they make to you?"
Qu Bingqiang tried to remain calm and said, "An Zhiqing, what are you saying? I don't understand."
"Don't you understand? Wasn't it you who tipped them off about showing the movie? Or wasn't it you who threw the note in Wang Zhaodi's yard? Or was there no mention of you in the report? It doesn't matter, you all only have three months left to live anyway."
Upon hearing his words, all three men's pupils contracted.
"What did you just feed us?" Qu Bing asked angrily.
The other two also glared angrily.
"Oh! It's just a little bit of our secret medicine. Don't worry, you won't die right now. Don't be afraid." An Moxue spoke slowly, word by word, not missing a single expression from them.
The less An Moxue cared, the more worried they became, especially Fan Zijian, who knew the most about An Moxue among the three. He knew that most large families in the past had some secrets that were not passed on to outsiders, especially secret medicines, which were, to put it bluntly, poisons.
An Moxue wasn't exactly lying to them, but this medicine wouldn't kill someone in three months. Instead, it would slowly damage the body's organs, making the person weaker and weaker until death. She also wrapped the medicine in an itching powder, so the effects would last for about ten days.
Whether this world can find out or whether there is an antidote, she doesn't know. In any case, in her original world, only her family had the antidote; it was definitely a family secret medicine.
"How can you abuse your power? This is illegal. Give us the antidote right now, or we'll sue you," Fan Zijian said urgently.
"If anyone saw it, go check it out if you dare! I'm not afraid of you! You must be dreaming! Wake up!" After saying that, An Moxue shone her flashlight around.
The three then realized that they were some distance away from the others. If no one had paid special attention to them, their every move would have been discovered, and no one would have known that An Moxue had drugged them.
"What do you want?" Fan Zijian asked.
"Tell me everything you know about me, without missing a single word. Once you've told me, the antidote will naturally appear."
The three remained silent, none of them speaking, and An Moxue was not in a hurry.
After a while, Qu Bing spoke first, saying, "I just kept an eye on your movements as my cousin asked, and provided him with some help when necessary. I really didn't do anything else."
What does "help" mean?
"That's all you mentioned, nothing else."
"Really, I'm not lying to you. When can I get the antidote?" Qu Bing asked anxiously.
"Don't worry, it will come."
"What about you two? It's alright if you don't tell me. You can come to me in three days when you notice changes in your bodies. The premise is that you can survive three days."
As she spoke, An Moxue took out a pill and said to Qu Bing, "Open your mouth." This was just an antidote for the itching powder.
Qu Bing hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and swallowed the pill.
An Moxue turned to leave, but the third brother stopped her and asked, "Don't you want to know?"
"No rush. You can come to me after you've learned how potent this poison is. However, even if you take the antidote, it will still have some effects on your health if too much time passes. I hope you won't regret it then."
Qu Bing watched her walk away and called out, "An Zhiqing, is my poison cured now?"
“Of course,” An Moxue replied without turning her head.
All three were somewhat surprised. An Moxue felt that even if she said it now, it might not be true, so there was no need to waste time. They would know how amazing it was in a little while.
An Moxue walked up to the team leader and said, "Alright, we can go now. Their medication will take effect soon. It will be much easier to ask them questions when they can't take it anymore."
"Comrade An, what did you feed them? It wasn't really poison, was it?"
"Comrade, you flatter me too much. I gave them itching powder, and the effects will kick in soon. They'll get itchier and itchier. Once they can't stand it anymore, it'll be easier to interrogate them! There's no antidote, though. The effects will wear off on their own in ten days or so. Don't worry."
The team here is preparing to descend the mountain overnight.
Qu Bing and his two companions were also forced to stay with the main force by other police officers.
Fan Zijian and his third brother soon felt uncomfortable. At first, they could bear it, but it gradually became more and more itchy. They couldn't help but scratch and rub, and their skin slowly turned red, then swelled, and eventually broke open.
The police officers who were escorting them didn't know the truth. It was dark all the way, and they could only hear scraping sounds. They thought the two of them were trying to escape, so they shouted, "Behave yourselves and keep going. Don't try to escape."
Qu Bing walked beside the two men and asked, puzzled, "Cousin, Third Brother, what's wrong with you two?"
"It itches, it itches so much, I can't help but want to scratch," Fan Zijian said, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of restraint in his voice.
Third Brother's voice came through: "Me too." His voice was now lower and more husky.
......
An Moxue, sensing that the itching powder's effects were almost gone, walked over to the team leader and asked, "Comrade, do we have anyone in our team skilled in interrogation? Those two are almost out of action. Go check on them and see if you can extract anything useful."
The team leader said, "Yes, you wait here."
Then I heard him shout, "Everyone, listen up! Rest where you are. Lao Wan, Xi Que, you two come here for a second."
A moment later, two people arrived. "Captain, what's the matter?"
"You two come with me. We'll interrogate these two people together with An Zhiqing."
When An Moxue and her group arrived in front of Fan Zijian and his two brothers, Fan Zijian and his third brother looked like two twisted worms. Especially their faces, illuminated by the flickering torchlight, looked terrible. Their faces were red and swollen, and because of the itching, they looked like evil ghosts in the dark, twisted, ferocious, and terrifying.
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