The cold wind mixed with raindrops blew on Feng Wei's face. The neon lights illuminated the way forward for him, but also seemed to enslave him forward.
Standing on the bridge, luxury cars whizzed by, and rich men in convertibles hugged beauties. Feng Wei quietly looked at the luxury cars and beauties that he would never be able to touch in his lifetime, until they disappeared.
Zhong Fu came up to him and asked, "Are you envious? The convertible Kirin 63 made in China should cost more than three million yuan at this time."
Since the other party's mind was full of shit, Zhong Fu didn't dare to use conventional means to search his memory. Instead, he used this kind of insidious questioning and hypnosis to influence the other party and make him tell him.
This method is certainly not as good as directly extracting memory, but it is safer.
Moreover, the soul-searching process of the Heavenly Prison has been changed. All the information obtained by soul-searching must be passed through the hands of a newly established expert group, and only after the expert group confirms it can it be used. This has invisibly weakened the power of the Heavenly Prison, but it has also indirectly reduced Zhong Fu's work pressure.
He is not responsible for the accuracy of the intelligence, he only needs to provide it.
Feng Wei shook his head, walked down the bridge without answering, and headed towards his home.
Zhong Fu frowned slightly. He didn't feel any envy from the other party. Normally, ordinary people would feel envious when seeing this scene, even if it was just a little bit of envy.
But the other party's state of mind was extremely calm.
Coming to the bottom of the bridge, it is a gathering place for homeless people. Compared with the prosperity flowing above, this place is messy and dirty, and there are depressed poor people everywhere.
Qi has always had a developed economy and produced many wealthy businessmen, which gave birth to many wealthy companies. This is the richest place in the world, the intersection of world culture, and the pearl of the East...
Under the mask with red wheels and colorful hubs was a deformed face covered with pustules.
Feng Wei's home was a tent built with a piece of plastic cloth. When he came back, it had been occupied by someone. When he went forward to argue, he was beaten up instead. In the end, he had to leave in shame.
After walking a few steps, a group of glamorous people came in holding their mobile phones, introducing themselves and taking pictures everywhere. Leading them was an urban beauty with heavy makeup.
Feng Wei stood in the distance and smiled inadvertently.
Seeing this, Zhong Fu asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Feng Wei replied: "I know that woman, she is a broadcaster on a big platform. If she comes to shoot today, someone will come to chase us away tomorrow. In this way, those who want to take my place will not be able to sleep."
The first step is accomplished.
Zhong Fu calculated the effect of hypnotizing the other party based on this. As long as the first sentence was said, there would be a way to pry out the second sentence.
The more answers you give, the deeper you'll sink.
"Where will you live in the future?"
"We can live anywhere as long as we don't die. And we can come back in a few days. Anyway, they are just pretending to maintain the city appearance. If we leave, who will build houses for enterprises?"
"Just bear with it for two years, and things will get much better in the future."
"Why?"
"Because there are big shots who will sympathize with you. She is very strong, so strong that those giant companies gave up their cakes."
"It sounds like a legend."
Feng Wei squatted by the river, took out the cigarette butt he had picked up, and smoked it in small puffs. The cigarettes were clearly three yuan and a half a pack, but he felt like he was smoking hundreds of yuan a stick.
"But there were people who sympathized with me and helped me live a good life."
Zhong Fu took a half step back, made a hand gesture with his right hand, and asked, "Who?"
"Holy Mother of White Lotus, if you follow her I will have food and drink, and I can kill anyone I want." Feng Wei turned his head and grinned, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth.
"Didn't you just ask me if I was envious? I was envious at first, but then I killed those two, so there was nothing to envy. Especially that woman, she was obviously from the countryside, but she didn't stay there to take care of her husband and children, but actually ran to the city to cling to those rich men. It's because of this bitch that I can't get a wife."
Zhong Fu extinguished the only trace of sympathy he had, increased his influence on the other party, and continued to ask: "Where is the White Lotus Mother?"
He had asked this question to many of the White Lotus Mother's disciples. The government was still trying to track down the head of the White Lotus Club. Currently, intelligence from all sides showed that the White Lotus Club had completely escaped the control of the White Lotus Mother and had evolved into an extremely loose organization.
It is precisely because of this loose organizational structure that so many demons are able to join.
We were all masters in our previous lives, so why should we listen to you, the White Lotus Saint?
If these reincarnated people were willing to be inferior to others, they would have already joined the government and lived off the emperor's food. How could they possibly join the White Lotus Club?
The White Lotus Mother is at most one of the leaders, but for the sins she committed in the past, there are still thousands of innocent souls waiting for revenge.
Feng Wei raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at himself, with his fingertips slightly pointing downwards.
Like most of the White Lotus disciples, they would point to themselves when asked this question, meaning that the White Lotus Mother was in their hearts, almost without exception.
Suddenly, in a trance, the target's soul began to resist its influence, forcing Zhong Fu to concentrate and suppress it.
We can't delay any longer.
"What is your purpose in going to Qingzhou?"
The screen changes.
In a temple, Feng Wei was kneeling in front of the statue of Guanyin, with a few elderly people standing beside him.
Zhong Fu stood behind him, looking around and listening carefully. This was a Guanyin temple with a lot of incense. From the accents of the people around him, he could tell that it was from Chu.
"Where is this again?"
"Chudi, Florida."
Relevant information immediately appeared in Zhong Fu's mind. Since he needed to interrogate a variety of prisoners, remembering the places and customs around the world was a basic skill, especially those of China.
Fozhou, located in Chu, is the birthplace of flourishing Buddhism.
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