The two police officers were originally standing at the door. They subconsciously glanced back when they heard the voices inside, and then looked away.
"Didn't you just go to smoke?"
Song Zijie's voice came from the ward: "Go ahead, we'll watch from here."
"Um"
The police officer groaned and looked at his companion beside him, stretched out two fingers and pinched them in the air:
"Let's go, I'm addicted to cigarettes, go smoke one?!"
"Ah um..."
After being stunned for a brief moment, the companion nodded repeatedly, and the two of them went to the fire escape one after another, and quickly left the scene. No one who didn't know was guilty.
In the ward.
The bald head screamed briefly but intensely, then his mouth was blocked by a towel, and he turned to whimpering, his facial features twisted together, and the expression on his face was ferocious.
"Tsk tsk tsk"
Ji Bu's fingers wearing disposable sterilized rubber gloves stretched on the torn wound on his bald thigh:
"It seems that the wound is recovering well."
"Hmm"
The bald man's screams were deep and ferocious, the veins on his neck and forehead stood out, looking unusually ferocious, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his pale face.
"Gudong."
Song Zijie stood aside watching this scene and swallowed subconsciously, took two steps back, and looked at Ji Bu with a stunned expression.
Unexpectedly, my understanding of Ji Bu was too limited. He seamlessly switched from a gentle and gentle person to a ruthless character.
"I have watched a movie, but I don't know if you have seen it or not."
Ji Bu let go of his hand and continued to talk: "The movie is called "Operation Red Sea". Forget it, you must have never seen it. There was a scene in the movie where the communists were being tortured.
This is the method used when extorting confessions."
"The wound that was just sutured was opened, then sutured back together, and then torn open again, and repeated. I think this process should make people feel numb on the scalp."
He looked down at the bald man on the hospital bed, and stretched out his hand to pull out the towel stuffed in his mouth: "I know people like you are also very courageous, but I just don't know how many times you can repeat it?! Can you persist?
How many rounds are there?!”
"The Yan family shovel!"
The bald man gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, staring at Ji Bu with bloodshot eyes:
"Kill me if you have the guts, get rid of me! If you have the ability, torture me to death. After I die, I want to see how you deal with each other!"
"I'm dead, you fucking wait to be held accountable!"
The bald man was hysterical, and his eyes began to dodge when looking at Ji Bu, so he had no choice but to use this to force and threaten Ji Bu, warning him not to mess around again.
Under the tremendous pain, the bald head's face was bloodless, and dense beads of sweat oozed out. His face was dripping with water, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
"It seems that I guessed it right. You are indeed very courageous."
Ji Bu chuckled lightly when he heard this, then showed a disdainful expression, shook his head and said:
"However, you are wrong in one thing. Even if you are dead, I can still do the work."
"I've heard some medical stuff, a little bit, not much, but there's this thing. After a severed limb is successfully reattached, people can't smoke during the recovery period. Smoking will lead to continued surgery.
The blood vessels in the limb being connected are damaged, causing the connection to fail."
Speaking of which.
Ji Bu took the topic back and returned to the main topic: "Then you said that if a gangster who was shot survived the explosion and was sent to the hospital, and the hospital rescued him, he would definitely survive?"
"There are many uncertainties in medicine. The doctor helped you remove the bullet, and your gunshot wound is healed, but who can guarantee that you do not have other diseases? Who can guarantee that you were not hit by a bomb at the explosion site?
Did the shock wave of the explosion cause internal injuries?!"
"If you die, there will definitely be this possibility, right? It's very reasonable. Again, there are many unknown uncertainties in medical things."
His hands wearing disposable rubber sterile gloves were placed on the bald thighs again:
"So, don't you think it's a very joking topic for you to threaten me with your own life?"
Say it.
Ji Bu's eyes widened a bit: "Do you think I'm joking with you?!"
"Pfft!"
Ji Bu's gloved hand suddenly inserted into the torn wound on the bald head's thigh, and as the bald head screamed: "You know what I want!"
"Ugh!"
The bald head almost fainted as he endured a new round of huge stinging pain, but he still gritted his teeth and stood firm, but the determination he had just shown in his eyes had long since disappeared.
"alright."
Ji Bu looked at the silent bald head, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned to Song Zijie who was standing aside and stretched out his right hand: "Where is my needle?"
"Here comes the needle!"
Song Zijie took out a stainless steel medical instrument box that had been prepared in advance, opened the lid and placed it in Ji Bu's hand.
Ji Bu moved his neck, and under the frightened gaze of the bald man, he took out the sewing needle inside and connected the suture.
During this process, his movements were very slow. It was not intentional, because he was really busy, and this slow movement put enough pressure on the bald head.
"alright."
Ji Bu sat down with the tweezers and the suture hook, and motioned to Song Zijie to hold down the bald man's thigh: "Bald man, my skills are a bit poor, and I don't have a medical magnifying glass, and this is my first time doing the operation. If the suture is crooked, it will be a big mistake."
Understand it."
"Long live Sister Li."
Say it.
Ji Bu held the suture hook between his tweezers and stabbed the torn and bleeding wound on the bald head's thigh. The bald head stared at Ji Bu's movements with wide eyes. For a moment, he felt that the speed of the needle had slowed down a bit.
"Crack."
The bald man finally struggled violently and tried his best to resist. It was obvious that he didn't want to endure the pain anymore.
"Na."
Ji Bu looked at the bald head who was pale and gasping for air, and said again: "Don't say I won't give you a chance. Just tell me what you want and I will let you live."
"More than that, I can also give you a promise. As long as you help us understand this matter, I can also help you get a permanent residence permit for Hong Kong Island, so that you can have the identity of a Hong Kong Island citizen and stay here openly.
.”
As soon as these words came out, the corners of the bald head's eyes shrank obviously. This condition was very tempting.
"I know that this is definitely not the first time for people like you to do things. You have done a lot of things over the years and made a lot of money, but you don't have Hong Kong Island status. You have money but you can't stay here to enjoy the glory and wealth.
.”
Ji Bu seemed to have guessed the bald head's thoughts a long time ago, and continued in a leisurely manner: "So, I think that if you can have a legal identity, it is a necessity for you.
With your legal status, the meaning of making money is reflected."
"Do you think I'm stupid?!"
The bald man retorted subconsciously, but his tone was no longer as firm as before: "You think Hong Kong Island's identity is so easy to get, if it were so easy, I would have done it long ago."
"You don't know this, do you?!"
Ji Bu shook his head disapprovingly: "If you assist us, then you will be a tainted witness, and you will have made a meritorious service."
"You have to know that the person you want to kill this time is the superintendent. This has greatly provoked the dignity of the police force. In order to solve the case, the police will provide timely conditions in exchange for it."
The bald man frowned when he heard this and did not answer immediately. The expression on his face was uncertain, and his mental activity was unusually active, as if he was thinking about something.
"Don't think too much."
Ji Bu stared at the bald head with burning eyes and gave appropriate guidance: "What we want to solve is the current case. What you did before and how much money you made have nothing to do with us. Your money is still yours."
.”
"If you report them and you have meritorious service, your sentence will be reduced by a few years. After you are released, you can use your own money and legal status to live as coolly as you want. What do you think, friend?"
"Of course, if you provide enough clues, then the greater the credit you will make, the fewer the verdicts will be, and the quicker the outcome will be."
"Wouldn't it be nice to squat in a hard kiln for further study? When you come out, you can be free and unrestrained, drink wine, eat meat, have women, and go in and out of feasting and feasting every day?!"
Ji Bu has already helped Bald Tou describe his subsequent life, which is Bald Tou's ideal life.
"I've made enough money. It's time to find a chance to change my appearance. This is your opportunity, a rare opportunity. It depends on you whether you want it or not."
"That's right."
Song Zijie looked at the bald head who was already hesitating and wavering, and helped him: "If you continue to hesitate, your legs will not have time. If you delay any longer, your legs will be useless. From now on, you can only enjoy the passivity of women.
We can no longer take the initiative!”
"snort."
Ji Bu snorted softly and brought the hesitating bald head back to reality: "Opportunities don't come every day. When they appear, you must seize them. If you can't seize them, it's the fault of others."
"Again, those people are your brothers? If not, your righteousness is stupid in my opinion."
"If you refuse to cooperate, you will have no choice but to go to jail. You are studying in a bitter kiln, while they are living freely outside, eating meat, drinking, and playing with a lot of women. By the time you come out, the world will have changed long ago. Your righteousness
It seems to me nothing but ignorance!"
"That's right, it's so stupid!"
Song Zijie didn’t know when he learned the trick from Wuying. He was like Wuying. He said, “You see, more than ten hours have passed since you were caught. They came to rescue you when you were in the hospital.”
?”
"No, they don't dare to come. They are afraid of death. They are afraid that if they appear and enter the police encirclement, they will not be able to escape. And you? Are you still thinking about resisting on your own? Stupid!"
After the two sang and harmonized, the bald head finally couldn't bear it anymore and looked up at the two of them.
"several years?!"
The bald man finally spoke in silence, with a somewhat urgent tone: "How many years can I reduce my sentence?!"
"several years?"
Ji Bu sneered when he heard this: "We don't have the final say on how many years your sentence will be, but the judge has the final say on how long your sentence will be. These are based on the clues you provided."
"The specific number of years will depend on the weight of the clues you provide. If the clues are important enough, the smaller the verdict will be."
The end.
He changed the topic again and said: "The judge's specific decision will be based on the case report provided by our police. It will be based on your performance in this operation. How we write it will be an important basis for the judge's reference."
"For example, when you assassinated Superintendent Xiang during the day, were you the highest commander? Were you the perpetrator? Or were you coerced by your accomplices to appear at the scene?! These are all very learned things.
!”
"If you provide enough clues without reservation, I think you were coerced by them to appear at the scene. Coupled with the clues you provided, I think you are the least guilty among this group of gangsters."
It has to be said that Ji Bu's skillful gesture instantly stirred the bald man's sleeping mind. The cake Ji Bu drew was so tempting that the bald man couldn't help but want to take a bite.
"Uh-huh."
After the corners of the bald head's eyes twitched, he no longer held on and almost blurted out: "If I not only tell you where the other people are hiding, but also tell you the dens of this batch of arms, how many years can my sentence be reduced?"
"oh?!"
When Song Zijie heard the bald man's words, his whole body suddenly froze.
Good guy, I originally thought that it would be great if the bald head could provide clues to catch the others, but who knew that this guy actually knew so much.
"Let's put it this way."
Ji Bu suddenly remembered the words that the ghost guy Mabili, who was already on the streets, said to Lin Kun when he caught Lin Kun being so arrogant, "If the sentence is less than thirty years, I will take your last name." So he opened his mouth and said:
"If what you say is indeed true and the sentence is more than five years, you can tear off my head and play it with a ball."
"."
After hearing Ji Bu's words, the bald man was stunned for a moment. His lips wriggled a few times and then he gritted his teeth and nodded:
"Okay, then I'll tell you."
"Then how can I be sure that what you said is true? When the time comes I have told you that you will not fulfill your promise to me."
"You have no choice now."
Ji Bu interrupted him directly: "You have to believe in us, otherwise you have to carry on by yourself. It is up to you how to choose."
The bald man, who had been defeated both emotionally and emotionally, naturally had no need to resist at this moment. After his expression changed a few points, he gritted his teeth and said no more.
"Ask the doctor to re-treat his wound."
Ji Buchong said to Song Zijie: "Let the doctor use the most expensive and best cosmetic thread in the medical field to sew his wound. Don't make the scar too ugly. In addition, ask the doctor with the best suture skills in the hospital to sew his wound."
"good."
Song Zijie nodded and went out to make arrangements.
After listening to Ji Bu's words, the bald man inexplicably trusted him a little. He said that he was indeed treating him well now and that he was doing things rightly.
It didn't take long.
The doctor came in, pulled off the bald head, and started treating the wound again.