Several people took Qu Bing and the other two to a separate place and tied torches to the trees around them.
The silent forest was pitch black, which inexplicably instilled a sense of dread.
Especially An Moxue's position, whether intentional or not, made the three of them feel like a beautiful and alluring messenger, breathtaking and awe-inspiring.
One of the police officers spoke up, his voice calm and unhurried, guiding the conversation: "Is there anything you want to say? Are you very itchy right now, wanting to scratch? Don't be afraid, this isn't the itchiest time yet. The effects of this medicine will gradually increase over time. At first, it was just a little itchy, but now you can't help it, you want to scratch, you want to scream, you're itching with desire. Don't be afraid, it'll get even more interesting in a bit! Hmm, let's think about it... It's so itchy! I really can't stand it anymore, I scratch! I scratch! My skin is torn and bleeding, but I still can't help it, I keep scratching, slowly, until the bone is exposed..."
Suddenly, Fan Zijian screamed, "Stop talking, stop talking, I'll confess, I'll talk!"
"explain."
“We just heard there might be ancient tombs on this mountain, so we came to take a look. We didn’t plan to do anything. We just arrived and you came too.”
"What about the others? Who organized it? Who took the lead? Were there any other people involved? Tell us the truth."
“I said, it was organized by Third Brother. I was just curious, so I followed along. Comrade, really, we didn’t do anything.”
"Not having had time to do it doesn't mean nothing was done."
What happened with An Zhiqing?
"It was purely a coincidence. I fell in love with him the first time I saw him in Kyoto, but he didn't give me a chance. He went to the countryside, and that was the end of it."
Hearing his lies, An Moxue sneered, "Wasn't it you and Third Brother who planned to kidnap me? And when the kidnapping failed, you teamed up with the town's council to report me and search for me? Weren't the criminals I encountered at the train station arranged by you? In Kyoto, didn't you try to lure me in with your good looks? You're ugly enough, so where did you get the courage and confidence to think I'd even look at such an ugly freak? I wouldn't even look at someone as ugly as you when I'm eighty. Your superiors, if they're going to use a beauty trap, at least find someone presentable. You're a deformed, ugly duckling, utterly repulsive. What, do you think I don't know? I'll only ask you one question: Who are your superiors? Who are they?"
Fan Zijian was surprised that An Moxue knew so much, and that his appearance, which he considered popular, was not even considered ordinary by An Moxue, who called it ugly.
This was a huge blow to him; his good looks, which had always been a winning factor, were worthless to her.
Seeing his dejected expression, An Moxue pressed on, approaching him and removing her glasses. She said, "See? You have to meet my standards to be useful. Do you really not know what my parents look like? Who do you think you are? A bunch of idiots. Tell me, who's your superior?"
"What's the point of saying anything? They're in a high position and have a lot of power. It's not something you can do! You're just asking for trouble."
An Moxue looked at his face, which was contorted by the itching powder.
"That's my business, what's it to you?"
“It’s Guan Changchun.” An Moxue knew he wasn’t being honest as soon as she heard it. Although she didn’t know who Guan Changchun was, his unreserved attitude was the biggest problem.
Before anyone could see how she took out another pill, it was already in Fan Zijian's mouth. An Moxue patted his back twice, and the pill went down his throat.
"What did you feed me?" he asked angrily.
"Of course it's because you weren't honest, that thing that made you feel like you were dying of pleasure!"
The effects of the medicine will take time to materialize, so An Moxue stopped talking.
The two police officers interrogating San Ge and Qu Bing asked them questions, but San Ge only said that he was looking for an ancient tomb and denied everything else.
Qu Bing kept repeating the same few sentences.
Within fifteen minutes, Fan Zijian was writhing on the ground in pain, uttering soft, fragmented groans.
This shocked not only Qu Bing and his third brother, but even the police interrogating him were speechless. How could this educated youth An have so many strange and unusual drugs, and be so domineering?
The police officer was thinking this, but he didn't show it on his face. Qu Bing, however, completely broke down.
An Moxue walked up to Qu Bing and said, "Tell me everything you know in detail, or I'll give you a double dose."
“I confess, I confess! Fan Zijian and I are not cousins at all. After I went to the countryside, he found me and asked me to monitor you. Then I told him everything about you. I only met Third Brother because they were looking for an inside man. I really don’t know anything else. He also planned all those things that framed you.”
"Do you know anything else about Third Brother, or about his identity?"
At this moment, his third brother looked at him sinisterly, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"I don't know, I really don't know."
An Moxue realized that this third brother was no ordinary person.
An Moxue walked up to Fan Zijian, squatted down, and said gently, "Fan Zijian, have you thought it through? Tell me, why did you arrest me, and who is the mastermind?"
"I don't know, I don't know. The higher-ups only said they must catch you, better to catch the wrong person than let you go. I don't know the specifics either."
"Where is the mastermind?"
Fan Zijian gritted his teeth and remained silent, only rolling around on the snow with soft groans.
“An Zhiqing, based on my experience, it will take some more time to recruit the rest,” Magpie said.
"Alright, give him a pill, and let's continue on our way!"
As she spoke, An Moxue took out a pill and put it into Fan Zijian's mouth, saying, "If you don't take it, you'll keep hurting. It's up to you. You can throw it up. Don't blame me if you die from the pain."
Then he grabbed a handful of snow from the side, rubbed his hands together, stood up, and left.
Fan Zijian eventually swallowed the medicine.
After a while, the pain subsided, and he stood up, but he was covered in blood and sweat and looked like a human being.
The others nearby felt uneasy just listening to these people shouting so loudly, but they could do nothing about it.
Everyone was still shaken, especially the police officers. They knew she never held back against her enemies, but they were unaware that she possessed these drugs, which made them even more respectful of her.
An Moxue wasn't discouraged at all by not finding out who the leader was. She felt it wouldn't be that easy to find out; if it were, her parents wouldn't have died.
After resting, the group picked up torches and continued their journey. In fact, traveling in the primeval forest in the middle of the night is an extremely dangerous thing. Tigers, leopards, wolf packs, wild boars, black bears—encountering any one of them would be enough to get you into serious trouble.
However, this group of tomb raiders was too important. The fact that they spent several years searching for an ancient tomb was itself suspicious. No one dared to be careless, for fear that someone might come to their aid and kidnap them, making all their work in vain. They could only travel at night.
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