Lin Xiaoming always had a smile on his face, but his smile became obviously cold, completely inconsistent with his image of a sunny and funny leading man.
"Song Qian, if you think I won't kill you but can do nothing to you, then you are totally wrong! I have at least a hundred ways to make you unable to survive or die!"
If you have the ability, come here. If I frown, I will take your surname... Song Qian was wise and did not provoke Lin Xiaoming at this juncture to avoid suffering any physical pain.
It's just that although he doesn't irritate Lin Xiaoming, Lin Xiaoming is ready to play an exciting game with him.
He put away the scalpel against Song Qian's body, but quickly stretched out his other hand, and inserted a handful of silver needles into his acupuncture points one by one.
Song Qian found that as soon as he put away his knife, he immediately opened his mouth to call someone, but after opening his mouth, he found that he could not make a sound.
Not only could he make no sound, he couldn't even move his body.
But this was obviously not the most terrifying thing. What was even more terrifying was that the next moment, he felt a sharp sting all over his body.
To describe this pain properly, it was like millions of sharp needles were repeatedly piercing his skin!
In just a few seconds, Song Qian's face turned pale due to pain, he broke out in cold sweat, and his facial features became extremely distorted, but he couldn't even make a cry.
The acupuncture technique that Lin Xiaoming is using now was passed down to him by his grandfather, but he has never used it before!
Because grandpa said, this acupuncture technique seems not too painful or itchy, but the effect is equivalent to the most brutal torture in the world!
Not to mention weak-willed people, even a tough guy can't hold it for ten minutes, and improper operation can lead to death!
Although Lin Xiaoming was not a good person, he did have a compassionate heart, so although he had many opportunities in the past, he never used such methods to extract confessions.
But now, facing Song Qian who dared to poison him and take his life, he felt that he no longer needed to be hypocritical and compassionate!
To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself!
Looking at Song Qian who was in great pain, Lin Xiaoming waited for more than a minute before finally speaking, "If you are willing to confess, please blink your eyes!"
Although Song Qian could not move his body or speak, his eyelids could still blink.
Unexpectedly, Song Qian not only didn't blink, but even stared at him with wide eyes.
It's not a big deal to recruit a girl to watch the fun, so he quickly started to stir up trouble, "Brother, look, look, he still dares to stare at you!"
"Oh? So brave!" Lin Xiaoming nodded slightly with appreciation, and then stabbed another silver needle on his body.
As soon as the needle went down, Song Qian's painful feeling became more intense. The stinging pains that were originally just on the surface of his skin began to drill into his body, leaving him completely covered with holes!
In less than two minutes, Song Qian couldn't bear this inhuman torture. His crotch became wet and a fishy smell filled the room.
"Eh~~~" Zhaomei quickly pinched her nose and took several steps back, but she did not forget to remind Lin Xiaoming, "Brother, he seems to have blinked!"
"Really? I didn't see it?"
Song Qian blinked quickly and continuously, obviously afraid that he would not see it again.
Lin Xiaoming finally saw it now, but he looked very disappointed, "You can't bear it anymore? Why don't you hold on a little longer? It's not even three minutes yet!"
Song Qian: "..."
Lin Xiaoming did not torture Song Qian any more and quickly took out the silver needle, because judging from Song Qian's condition, if he continued, he would go into shock in at most two minutes!
As soon as the silver needles came out, Song Qian's stagnant body became free again, and then he fell softly to the ground like a dead snake without bones. He lay there tiredly, gasping for air, covered in cold sweat. Tears kept flowing down.
Lin Xiaoming did not rush him, but just squatted there, curiously observing the reaction after the acupuncture operation, so as to accumulate experience and better control the degree and time next time.
After a long while, Lin Xiaoming finally opened his mouth, "Okay, the half-time break is over and the second half begins!"
After hearing this, Song Qian's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his body became wet again.
The kind of torture just once would become a lifelong nightmare for him. How could he dare to have another second half? "No, no, no, Mr. Lin, I'm convinced. I'll do it. I'll tell you whatever you ask me. I'll do it again." I promise to tell you everything I know, and I won’t tell you anything. As long as you don’t torture me anymore, please, please!”
"Tsk, tsk!" Zhaomei said with a look of contempt, "I thought you were brave just now, but I didn't expect it to be useless!"
Unexpectedly, Lin Xiaoming spoke for Song Qian, "Zhao Mei, the acupuncture technique just now is not something ordinary people can bear. He can withstand it for two minutes, which is already very good."
Really? I don't believe it... Zhaomei immediately wanted to respond to him like this, but who would have thought that Lin Xiaoming asked again, "How about you give it a try? If you can hold on for five minutes, I will call you sister!"
Just come, whoever is afraid of whom? But what do you call me sister? You should call me brother!
Zhaomei really wanted to respond to him like this, but she didn't dare, because past experience told her that going against Lin Xiaoming would not bring good results!
Lin Xiaoming would never bet with others if he was not sure of winning!
So in the end, Zhao Mei gave in very wisely, "Well, forget it, forget it!"
Lin Xiaoming then turned to look at Song Qian, "President Song, please answer my question!"
"I know the fair and beardless man among them. He is a special member of our place. His nickname is Master. I don't know his real name!"
"You don't know?" Zhao Mei frowned immediately, "Song Qian, be honest, otherwise my brother will be angry and the consequences will be serious!"
"I really don't know. He was introduced by his second uncle. The special membership card was also given to him by his second uncle. My second uncle told me that when the master is here, I just need to do my best to entertain him. There is no need to ask anything else."
"Who is the second uncle you are talking about?"
"Song Jinlong, the second eldest son of the Song family."
Song Jinlong, Lin Xiaoming wrote down this name because he will definitely take the exam in the future.
"Does this master come often?"
"It used to be very frequent. I would come here every three to five to hold parties or meet some people here."
"When was he last here?"
"If I remember correctly, it was at the end of last month."
"Haven't been here since?"
"Yes!"
Lin Xiaoming asked some other questions and felt that he didn't know much about Master Ajiman and was just a member. He couldn't help but be very disappointed!
"The second thing!" Lin Xiaoming stared at him closely, "Did you just poison me?"
"No, I, I..."
"Brother, look, he still dares to lie!" Zhao Mei pointed at Song Chao and shouted, "Quickly use that needle to prick him again, like Rong Mo Mo, prick him thoroughly."
"No, no, no!" Song Qian was so frightened that he shrank into a ball and waved his hands repeatedly, "I poisoned it, I poisoned it, but you also saw that I removed the poisoned tea later."
"Why did you withdraw again?"
"Because you said you and the lady were in love, I was a little hesitant, so I withdrew the tea!"
Do you believe that I am bragging... Lin Xiaoming asked again, "Was it your own idea to poison me, or was it someone else who instigated you?"
"It was... my own idea, but it was Uncle Wu who asked me to kill you!"
"The fifth uncle you are talking about is Song Fan?"
"Yes, he is afraid that you will become the uncle of the Song family. He said that after you come in, the Song family will be even more restless, and he must eliminate you as a disaster in advance!"
"More?" Lin Xiaoming caught the key word, "So, your Song family is already restless?"
"I don't know. Uncle Wu said that the Song family is suffering from internal and external troubles! But after I asked, he refused to tell me in detail!"
After that, Lin Xiaoming asked a lot of questions, until he felt that there was nothing more to ask, and then he finally stopped.
When Zhaomei saw that Lin Xiaoming had finally finished interrogating him, she came up and pointed at Song Qian and asked, "Brother, how should we deal with this guy?"
Lin Xiaoming asked, "What do you think?"
Zhaomei didn't even think about it, "According to what I said, of course I'll dig a hole and bury him alive."
Song Qian was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Lin Xiaoming ignored him and just asked Zhao Mei, "Is there any other good way? I don't like killing people!"
Zhaomei finally started to think about it, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Then treat the other person in his own way!"
Lin Xiaoming asked, "What?"
Zhaomei pointed at Song Qian, "Didn't he dare to poison you? When it comes to poisoning, you are the real expert. He dares to do anything in front of you, so show him how good he is!"
"Yeah, how could I forget this."
Zhaomei immediately slapped the rainbow fart without any principle, "Brother, you are a noble person and forget things a lot!"
Lin Xiaoming felt very comfortable being patted, nodded to her, and then took out a pill from his bag.
Song Qian saw that the pill was dark and numb and exuded a fishy smell. He guessed that it was definitely not a good thing, so he quickly gritted his teeth and shut his mouth.
But it was useless, Lin Xiaoming reached out and grabbed his chin, forced him to open his mouth, and then forced the pill into him.
After waiting for a while, he finally let him go.
Song Qian covered his neck and asked in surprise, "You, what did you give me to eat?"
"A chronic poison that can leave you completely covered in skin, pierced intestines, and rotten, causing you to die of pain and torture in a month!"
Song Qian immediately put his fingers into his throat and made a "click" sound, obviously trying to spit out the pills.
"Don't bother, it has melted in your stomach and been absorbed by your body!" Lin Xiaoming said and comforted him, "But you don't have to worry too much, as long as you take it on time every month, I will give it to you." With the antidote, the toxicity will be gone in two or three years."
After listening to this, Song Qian finally stopped picking his throat, and his face turned as white as a dead man, because he knew that he had completely fallen into Lin Xiaoming's hands.
This once-a-month antidote is definitely not given for free, it is conditional.
"You, what do you want me to do?"
Lin Xiaoming wanted to test his tacit understanding with Zhaomei again, so he asked, "Zhaomei, what do you think I want him to do?"
Zhaomei couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, "Brother, you look down on people. Why are you testing me with such a simple question? Besides being an Infernal Affairs practitioner, what other value does this guy have?"
Lin Xiaoming was very impressed and put his arm around her shoulders, "You still understand me best!"
If I understand you, I understand you, don't touch me... Zhaomei wanted to push him away, but her heart was beating wildly uncontrollably!