Thinking of this, the few people immediately became excited.
While quickly tidying up their equipment, they showed a gritting expression.
Wait! Damn guy!
I will definitely not let you escape again this time!
...
When Gu Qi returned to the basement, the sun was about to set.
Gu Qi asked Jabbar to go back first, and she returned to the basement alone with the things she bought.
At this time, Hughes and the others had already lit the fireplace, and the entire basement seemed warm.
After Gu Qi put down the thing, he immediately checked Qin Sheng's injuries.
Seeing that Qin Sheng's breathing was stable and his expression improved slightly, she also felt relieved.
"Feed him some water later."
After Gu Qi finished speaking, Anderson on the side nodded.
Then, Gu Qi came to the blond young man who was still unconscious in the corner of the wall.
Seeing that he was still in the afternoon, Gu Qi raised his eyebrows and smiled and said in English, "You can tolerate it all afternoon. You have been in this position, will your neck not be sore?"
"Just move around, it's so hard to stick to this position."
Seeing Gu Qi talking to a coma, the rest of the people cast doubtful eyes at her.
After Gu Qi finished speaking, the blonde young man remained motionless in his previous position, looking as if he was still in a coma.
Seeing this, Gu Qi was not in a hurry.
She took out a piece of the dough brought by Jabbar's father behind her and baked it while putting it on the fire.
"My punch can only make people unconscious for two hours at most. You should have woken up long ago, right? Are you pretending to be unconscious? Are you trying to get information out of our mouths and find a chance to escape?"
After Gu Qi finished speaking, the blonde young man's eyelids trembled very slightly.
When Sarkisov heard this, he looked surprised and suspicious.
That guy actually woke up long ago?
Isn't this saying that all their afternoon conversations were heard by that guy?
Looking at the expressions on the faces of the few people, Gu Qi pressed his hands and signaled them to calm down.
Gu Qi tore off a piece of the baked hot bread and stuffed it into his mouth. The grain fragrance unique to the grains was slightly smoked by charcoal fire and immediately spread in his mouth.
Gu Qi chewed the scones with satisfaction, returned to the blonde young man and squatted down.
"You are also a medical practitioner. I believe you also know that when a person is in a coma, his heart rate remains constant, but when you look at the artery on your neck, it will jump quickly and slowly."
"If you weren't born with a disparate heart rate, you would be very nervous now."
Gu Qi stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous. We have no grudges with you. As long as you tell me the whole story of all this, we will let you go."
Sure enough, when Gu Qi finished saying this, the blonde young man slowly opened his eyes.
"I was careless. I didn't expect that the artery on my neck showed a flaw. Who are you?"
Gu Qi raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? It turns out that you didn't even know who I am after listening to it for an afternoon? Then your intelligence collection work is too bad."
When the blonde young man heard this, he was speechless.
What does he mean to have poor intelligence collection work? These big men complained about the Satan team all afternoon and didn't mention a word at all? Where did I collect intelligence?