Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Quality

The small room was filled with a strong and mixed smell of tobacco. A spotlight shone a dazzling light on Ge Gongdao's face, making his dark skin turn a little whiter. Three PCPD police officers sat opposite the iron square table, their eyes wide open, constantly exerting eye pressure. The other three PCPD brought instruments and stuck some patches with wires on Ge Gongdao's head and limbs.

"What is this, can you tell me?" The black-faced man winked and said, "My name is Ge Gongdao, nicknamed Ge Heizi, and I'm a mercenary. My middleman this time is..."

Bang, he was hit on the stomach with a stick, which was an iron stick wrapped in rubber. He groaned and sobbed, "I confessed my mistake, why did you hit me..."

"I told you to say it, and you keep saying it! If you move and loosen the patch, you will be beaten!"

"Just say it, don't hit me. My kidneys are still useful, don't be so cruel." When Ge Gongdao saw that the man raised the stick again, he immediately closed his mouth, sucked his lips in, and clamped them with his teeth.

Even so, the stick still fell and hit his arm. Ge Gongdao closed his mouth tightly, glared at the man, and there was no smile on his face.

"It's unnecessary." The blue shirt in the corner stood up and waved at the interrogator with the stick. The stick was heavily inserted into the belt, and the police officer snorted and stepped back, giving up the position in front of Ge Gongdao.

Snap, snap, snap... With the sound of leather shoes knocking on the floor, the blue shirt came to the front of Ge Gongdao. He seemed to have some kind of aura that was scary or disgusting, and those PCPD immediately stepped back to avoid him.

In fact, judging from his appearance, the handsome man in the blue shirt is the kind of harmless type. He will not make you feel uncomfortable, nor will he make you feel that it is difficult to get close to him. When many people see him, they will have a sense of trust in him, like a big brother next door or a childhood playmate, which is obviously conducive to his interrogation work.

"My name is Custer, I am here to assist the PCPD in investigating this case..."

Although he saw the helplessness and sneer in the eyes of the police officers, the so-called "assistance" must be a lie, but Ge Gongdao still decided to accept it all. He nodded slowly and firmly, making a gesture of "whatever you say is what it is."

"Don't be nervous, I disdain those barbaric methods, I just want to ask you a few questions." Custer stretched out his hand and slowly and firmly pressed his fingertips on the patch, and a cold feeling stimulated Ge Gongdao's skin. "You can talk now, don't worry about affecting the operation of the instrument."

"Huh... Thank you, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief." Ge Gongdao put on his previous smile again. "What kind of instrument is this? It looks mysterious."

"This is a PY5B special ability detector. It can find out your bloodline characteristics or shadow traces." Custer started the machine, and a stream of tingling electric current came from the patch and began to run around in his body. "Some cunning bad guys hide among ordinary people. Only by testing everyone can I ensure that I will not be deceived by the shadow ability or bloodline characteristics."

Ge Gongdao carefully examined the instrument so that he could avoid eye contact with Custer. Continuing to maintain a relaxed and close state, Ge Gongdao said: "Hey, it turns out to be this kind of equipment! You can just ask me directly. My grandfather has werewolf blood, and his hands can transform into extended claws. I should have inherited the werewolf blood, but it is too thin and I can't transform."

"Werewolf blood? No, your blood is canine, which is very thin and you can't see the specific breed. Your special ability to like getting close to people and make others feel close at the same time should be the last legacy left to you by the bloodline."

Asshole! My family is werewolf! If dog bloodline is this ability, then you are the dog king, the master of dog bloodline - Ge Gongdao secretly complained.

Custer fiddled with the instrument for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Apart from this, you are just an ordinary person, and you have never used the shadow."

"I have always wanted a ghost energy bullet pistol."

Custer kept his usual smile and said: "The intersection of shadows is like the encounter between people. It is possible if there is fate. Well... to some extent, you and I are very similar, but I need to know more to confirm whether you are destined to be with me."

Ge Gongdao shuddered, his nose said that this blue shirt was extremely dangerous, and a murderous bloody smell condensed in the man's flesh and blood, slowly seeping out. Zhuang Xuteng is right, you must not provoke the people of the Scarlet Company Special Operations Team. It is not good to do it against them, but getting close to such people also has huge risks.

"Uh... that's great... great." Ge Gongdao's voice was a little trembling. He tried to suppress the trembling, and then said: "I am a mercenary, my name is Ge Gongdao. I am willing to accept work at any time as long as I can bear it. My contact information..."

"PCPD people know how to contact mercenaries, which means I know it."

"That's good, then we will meet again if we are destined."

"Of course." Custer wrapped the wire around his fingers, pulled it hard, and pulled off the electrode patch, leaving Ge Gongdao with obvious but not lasting burning pain again and again. He slowly tore off all 28 patches, stared at Ge Hei's face with a pair of eyes that kept changing from red to blue, and asked in a slow and soft voice: "I checked 40 people before, and you are the first one with blood or shadow."

"Oh? Just me? What does this mean?"

"This shows that including you, you are all useless and cannot cause such big trouble. You are just a chess piece at best. No, you are not even a chess piece. At most, you are just leftovers on the background board."

He slapped Ge Gongdao's cheek with the back of his hand and said: "Your value is very low and can be discarded easily. I personally hate seeing mercenaries, and the PCPD is eager to find the murderer or a substitute for the murderer." Your only choice now is to tell everything you know, otherwise..."

"Even if you don't do this, I will take the initiative to say it." Ge Gongdao tried his best to keep a smile and began to talk. How did he get into this business, how did he take on the task this time, who was the intermediary, and what kind of "records" did the intermediary have? He has repeatedly stated that he is willing to provide mercenary services, as long as the money is right and the difficulty of the task is right.

His words were fast and fluent, and except for a little rambling, he fully met the interrogator's requirements. The blue shirt asked again, and the PCPD asked again selectively. They nodded and looked at each other, making Ge Gongdao think that when the interrogation was over, someone in the blue shirt took out the syringe containing the gray medicine.

"You... you still need injections? I am most afraid of injections. I have been afraid of them since I was a child." Ge Gongdao began to shake his legs and said tremblingly: "Can you not give me injections? In addition, can you let me go to the toilet first? I I can’t hold it in anymore.”

His pleas were ignored. Two people held the arms tightly, and the other person quickly injected the medicine into it. There was a lot of pain near the needle hole at first, then itching started, and then turned to numbness. The numbness spreads up the arms and into the brain, causing waves of dizziness.

Zhuang Xuteng was right - Ge Gongdao was thinking in his mind. At this time, he was very grateful to the handsome young man for the information, which also made him prepared to deal with it.

I saw his crotch gradually getting wet, and the smell of urine spread, startling the PCPD, and they all took a step back. Blue Shirt also frowned and moved away slightly. He didn't want to be stained by the dirt of the lowest class.

"Such a big man actually peeed in fear!" One of the interrogators sneered, and then asked Ge Gongdao: "Why do you have this problem?"

"When I was getting an injection when I was three years old, I was startled by a sneeze and wet my pants. I've had this problem ever since."

The PCPD noticed that Ge Gongdao's eyes were blurred, his head was shaking, and his voice was weak. He was obviously under the influence of drugs, so they took the time to interrogate him and went through all the previous questions again, checking the answers one by one, and looking at him. Whether he lied or concealed anything.

Ge Gongdao had been groggy, but he did not lose control completely like Zhuang Xuteng. The incontinent urine leaked out of his pants and flowed on the iron chair and concrete floor, attracting the ridicule of others, but it also secretly took away the influence of the gray drug.

Dog blood? You are of dog blood! Our Ge family has always been of werewolf blood!

By his generation, the werewolf bloodline was already very shallow and the ability to transform had long been lost, but it was not without other uses. First of all, he is stronger than ordinary people and is easier to exercise to become taller; secondly, his metabolism is very fast, especially he can detoxify through urination - as long as he drinks enough water.

The drug is just diluted, not completely without effect. In terms of body, let alone limbs, Ge Gongdao couldn't even raise his eyelids. But mentally, he is still clear inside and has complete control over his thoughts and mouth. During interrogation, he said only what he needed to say and what he should say, revealing slightly more information than he would have without medication. This is intentional, because the additional details are all used to prove that he is telling the truth and will never raise new questions.

In this way, his testimony would be consistent, and everyone would believe that he was just an overly enthusiastic and obnoxious mercenary, and no one would link him to the bombing.

"Not this guy, there are no clues on him. Bastard!" Blue Shirt no longer had a friendly smile. He raised his foot and kicked the interrogation chair away, throwing Ge Gongdao out with him. The chains and handcuffs rattled, and the big man collapsed like mud into his own urine.

No one showed any sympathy or mercy and they were still discussing the case. "We need to continue to trace the 6.23 explosion. We need to interview everyone in the three surrounding blocks and don't let go of any clues! What I mean is that even if you see a mouse passing by, as long as you don't know the mouse, it is suspicious! "

The PCPD looked bitter. They knew very well that this was a hard job and a bad job, but they just didn't dare to get angry or speak out.

"What to do with these people who were interrogated?"

"That's your PCPD matter. I don't care how you explain it to the city government." Blue Shirt said. "I will continue to investigate until the truth comes to light, and you must continue to cooperate!"