Chapter 692 Dancing Princess vs. East Factory Admiral 52
Quan Jiu didn't think twice and changed direction. She stuffed the two pills into her mouth and chewed them quickly. She knelt beside Shen Lang and lowered her head to kiss his slightly cold lips.
Shen San's pupils trembled slightly, and his first reaction was to use his body to block the two people, but how could he block two such large living people just because he wanted to? !
Quan Jiu knew that everyone around her was looking at her, and she knew without thinking how shocked they were, but she had no time to care and was concentrating on dealing with the man in front of her.
Shen Lang felt a chill in his daze. He tightened his jaw, trying to capture the chill, but the next second, a bitter taste spread.
He frowned instinctively, but felt a gentle touch between his eyebrows.
"Be good, swallow it all..."
Perhaps it was because the voice was too gentle, he instinctively followed her instructions. After swallowing, his eyes went dark and his consciousness fell into complete chaos.
………
"Who sent you?"
Quan Jiu was sitting in the interrogation room of the East Factory. He was still wearing the same clothes he was wearing when he was assassinated. There were scattered bloodstains on the corners of his clothes, and no one knew whose blood it was.
The man tied to the rack said nothing. The poison hidden in his mouth had long been taken away by her, and he couldn't even die.
"Don't want to tell?"
Quan Jiu lowered his head to play with the dagger in his hand, and suddenly he chuckled softly. The laughter was not loud, but it was very penetrating. The ethereal laughter seemed inexplicably weird in the quiet interrogation room.
Quan Jiu's pupils were stained black. She walked slowly to the assassin, lifted his chin with her dagger, and slapped his face hard with the cold back of the knife. The corners of her mouth curled slightly, as if she was smiling, and her tone was gentler than before:
"I just like tough talk."
As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly flashed, and she used her strength to pry open the dagger's teeth and thrust it into the assassin's mouth. The assassin was completely defenseless, and the soft flesh of his mouth was all touched by the tip of the dagger. A trickle of bright red blood trickled down the corner of his mouth...
Quan Jiu exerted a little force on his wrist, and the dagger rotated 360 degrees in his mouth. A suppressed scream suddenly sounded, but before it could expand, it suddenly disappeared.
Quan Jiu forcefully closed his mouth, and the man could only whimper softly, unable to even scream loudly.
"Want me to go in again?"
Quan Jiu looked at the red dagger and a smile appeared on his lips again.
The assassin could only make "mmm" sounds when swallowing. His tongue and mouth were severely damaged, and the pain made it impossible for him to speak normally.
Quan Jiu listened for a while, then nodded to himself and said:
"I understand, but I still don't want to say it."
The assassin shed tears of despair, shook his head frantically, and struggled with his whole body. His handcuffs hit the rack, making a banging sound.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to say it!
But he couldn't speak at all!!
Quan Jiu: "Since you don't want to say it, there's no point in keeping your tongue."
She slowly extended the dagger, blood splattered, and soon the man in the house fainted from the pain.
This uncompromising approach made Shen San, who had interrogated many prisoners, feel a chill in his heart. He watched Quan Jiu walk towards the other two assassins.
Quan Jiu looked calm, even a bit playful and childish:
"He's fainted. You two shouldn't be as frivolous as him."
This simple sentence sent chills down the spines of the remaining two assassins.
How could she not know that the assassin just now didn't want to say it, but couldn't say it?
She knew it clearly, but she still stabbed the dagger into his mouth, which only proved that at that time, she had decided not to leave him alive.
The two people who had been tightly clasped in silence finally relaxed: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything..."
Quan Jiu did not show the satisfaction he had imagined:
"How about this, both of you say it at the same time. Whoever provides the most clues will get to see tomorrow's sunrise."
She was unexpectedly ruthless, leaving only a chance for survival.
When people are on the verge of death, they often burst out with a strong desire to survive. Without waiting for Quan Jiu to greet them, the two assassins rushed to speak.
Quan Jiu was not interested in the confession process and looked at Shen San:
"Please organize their confessions and give me a copy."
Everyone thought Quan Jiu was going to leave, but she took a detour to the pool and put her bloody hand into the pond.
After making sure his hands were clean, Quan Jiu stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.
Outside the interrogation room, Naituanzi looked at her worriedly:
"Don't be sad, I asked the doctor, he's fine."
Quan Jiu patted his head, his eyes no longer holding the sinister smile, but a calm expression:
"I'm not sad. I'm a doctor too. I know he's fine."
She had snatched Chen Lang's life back from the King of Hell.
Milk ball heaved a sigh of relief, took a step forward and wanted to hug her thighs.
Quan Jiu took a step back first, creating some distance:
"I'm covered in blood. It's dirty."
Milk ball has changed into new clean clothes.
“It’s not dirty.”
The tip of Naituanzi's nose twitched slightly, not allowing her to hide. He walked forward stubbornly and hugged her waist.
"I just want to hug you."
He thought he was going to die again.
Although he had died countless times, he still didn't like death. It wasn't because he was afraid of death itself, but because he wasn't sure how long it would take for him to see her again after he died this time.
He hated the slightest uncertainty about seeing her.
…
When Chen Lang woke up, his limbs felt heavy and his whole body ached, as if he had just been in a fight.
He frowned slightly and tried to sit up, but his limbs were out of control.
"You just eliminated the toxins. Fatigue is normal. You'll be fine in a couple of days."
The voice beside his ear was clear and childish, and Shen Lang knew who was beside the bed without opening his eyes.
"Where is she?"
Didn't see the expected person.
Milk ball sat by the bed, holding a bowl of black medicine:
"She's making medicine for you. She said she's worried about someone else making it."
Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes, making it impossible to see the expression in his eyes.
Milk ball scooped a spoonful of medicine and blew on it near his mouth.
"Ah, open your mouth~"
Shen Lang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, staring at the little brat in front of him as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.
Seeing that he was not cooperating, Naituanzi patiently reasoned with him:
"I don't want to take care of you either, but she has to make medicine for you and track down the murderer. It's really tiring. You being so delicate will be a burden to her."
She is too delicate and needs someone to coax her even when she takes medicine.
The man who inexplicably became Shen Jiaojiao was speechless and raised his voice:
"I'm squeamish?!"
Some people called him sinister, cunning, and vicious; some called him childless and said he deserved to go to hell, but no one ever called him spoiled!
The little boy looked thoughtful, like a little adult:
"It's better for men to have the courage to face the facts."
Chen Lang: “…”
It's like a tiger in trouble is bullied by a dog.
Milk ball: "Open your mouth, I will feed you."
He was lying in bed and unable to take care of himself, and he had to feed him. It was a scenario that Naituanzi had thought about before, but the background was always in a nursing home.
Chen Lang would not allow himself to be fed medicine by a little brat, and after much effort, he sat up in a sweat.
"I can do it myself."
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