Chapter 358

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Inside the interrogation room, Shi Tianlin appeared somewhat dissipated.

His hair, designed by a famous stylist and maintained by a professional hairdresser, was now messy like a grass shed; his bangs stuck limply to his forehead, and the hair gel meant to show his bearing had turned into an adhesive. Although he disregarded his dignity and tried to wash it with the water in his cup, his hair, caked with mud, wood chips, and gunpowder, remained filthy.

However, aside from fixing his hair, Shi Tianlin did not display the usual anxious and flustered behavior of a suspect; he was very calm, just like his hair-combing movements — orderly, as if he were a master waiting for dinner to be served.

"How's his mood?" Chen Yi pursed his lips.

"We conducted a round of pre-trial interrogation; he's a very tough nut to crack. The arrest was quite thrilling too." Yan Ju's tone was rather excited. Such a tough nut wasn't caught by the Security Department, but by the Police Bureau — this proved the bureau's combat power. Proving combat power to superiors and proving it to a superior's son — that's the same thing. Of course, ever since Chen Yi helped Yan Ju get officially appointed, his identity had gradually trended toward that of a superior leader.

The Security Bureau's Director Ren, responsible for liaison and coordination within the Police Bureau, rolled his eyelids, thinking: The entire Security Bureau only has the Sixth Division as an executive body; counting everyone, there are fewer than 100 people, and we can't even hire temporary workers. You have tens of thousands of people at the bureau digging the ground — who do we reason with…

The gentlemen who came with Chen Yi had mostly never been to the Police Bureau, or at least never entered this deeply; each was more curious than the last.

Someone asked: "This wall — is it the kind where we see glass, but he sees a mirror?"

"Could he smash through and come out?"

"Is he wearing a full-body shackle and handcuffs? That can be shown off."

The last sentence spoken, Chen Yi glared at him fiercely. He turned his head and asked: "Are losses heavy? Any casualties?"

"16 people lightly injured. The worst is a thigh gunshot wound; he might limp for life." Deputy Bureau Chief Qian's tone was faint; if it were up to his temper, shooting these three dead on the spot would be letting them off easy.

"Pay attention to pensions. If the merit-reporting documents are inconvenient, I'll help you submit them." Chen Yi deliberately took on some government work; this would give him considerable influence without entering the government. The capital's young masters were the same — they busied themselves all day seeking meaning; to maintain others' respect, they could only act on key issues. First-rate ones decide others' hats (positions), second-rate decide others' merits, third-rate can only manage not to make trouble.

Bureau Chief Yan accepted gratefully; this was his face.

"What next?" Chen Yi asked again.

"Fatigue interrogation." Bureau Chief Yan said affirmatively. When facing major cases, fatigue interrogation is the Public Security Bureau's most used tactic. This is actually a form of interrogation by torture, but actually using force easily causes trouble. Police are too lazy to spend time and energy on minor cases, so they've honed a whole set of tormenting skills. But in cases superiors care about, unless time is extremely tight, they all use fatigue interrogation. This tactic's effect is no worse than torture, with a lower chance of complications; lower-level public security organs have long been used to it.

Chen Yi didn't make a sound, turning to ask Director Ren beside him: "What about you guys?"

"This... I haven't participated in a pre-trial before. Hmm, need to see the other side's reaction."

Yan Ju suddenly realized he hadn't even asked what Chen Yi wanted. He subconsciously assumed it was to torment someone, or get some words out... Now it seemed the other party might not want an answer at all.

He really wanted to slap himself. When he was Executive Bureau Chief, he was diligent and cautious, walking on thin ice, afraid one mistake would cost him the chance to be Bureau Chief. Now that he finally became Bureau Chief, he was too relaxed. Old Qian said "strike while the iron is hot," and his mind was full of the scene of the suspect assaulting police with a weapon; he actually agreed in a daze. This guy actually dug a trap for himself.

Thinking of this, Yan Hang hated that he couldn't kick the old thing beside him to death. He suppressed his anger and quickly corrected: "Our pre-trial isn't complete either, Bureau Chief Qian."

"Yes."

"Let everyone go back to work. Call the comrades from the Pre-trial Division, have them wait outside."

This way, only he, Director Ren, and Chen Yi's people remained in the room.

Bureau Chief Qian froze for a moment, then reluctantly left with a group of deputy bureau chiefs.

Bureau Chief Yan looked at the people behind Chen Yi, hesitated, and asked quietly: "Do you want to interrogate him?"

Chen Yi praised his quick reaction, but his expression was faint as he said: "Get a separate room. The interrogation room isn't suitable."

"Right, right, right." Bureau Chief Yan went out, found a few confidants, and ordered them to escort Shi Tianlin back.

Qin Dajiang watched dazzled, and said quietly: "Hall Master, this... even the Police Bureau Chief listens to you."

"For correct opinions, Party members all obey." Chen Yi glanced at him with a smile, then felt a chill at his chest. The "Honesty" attribute plummeted — at least several hundred sentences' worth of truth.

Well then, now I can't understand Italian opera.

I just told a joke, is that necessary?! Chen Yi walked forward aggrieved, not showing a good face until he saw Shi Tianlin.

Qin Dajiang and the others didn't know what happened, and obediently stayed in front of the interrogation room, staring blankly at the one-way glass.

Shi Tianlin was still in an extremely calm state, like a monkey perched high on a stone pillar.

Chen Yi activated a Perception Scroll and a Listening Scroll. After confirming there were no surveillance-camera-like things around, he asked: "Are you willing to submit to me?"

He had promised Jin Douna; if turning Shi Tianlin succeeded, he wouldn't kill him. So asking was necessary; otherwise the Divine Art "Freedom of Movement" would also be affected.

"You're the mastermind behind the scenes?" Shi Tianlin countered.

"Oh? How so?"

"You're this young... hmph, a rich young master, right?" Shi Tianlin revealed thick disdain.

Chen Yi smiled unmoved: "Heard you're a rich young master too?"

"Hmph."

"In this contest of fathers, you're afraid you'll lose." Chen Yi nodded cheerfully, then added: "Willing to submit to me? This is me turning you."

Shi Tianlin laughed loudly: "Where is there a turning like yours?"

"I have to lay out all the words." Chen Yi's mouth corner revealed a hint of a smile, asking: "So you're refusing my turning?"

A bad premonition surged in Shi Tianlin's heart. In just one second, he grabbed Chen Yi and said: "Wait, I didn't refuse."

"Let go of my clothes." Chen Yi was truly unhappy now — precisely because he hadn't explicitly refused the turning.

Shi Tianlin thought someone was watching outside, so he let go of Chen Yi and shouted loudly at the surrounding walls: "Jin Douna, are you there? I knew you'd come. You'd definitely come..."

His deep affection gave Chen Yi a chill. This guy really grabs a straw and pulls for dear life. To still use a beauty trap at this time — he counts as a capable young man.

Shi Tianlin shouted for a full two minutes, equivalent to writing a not-short love letter. After a pause, Chen Yi coughed twice with a smile-not-smile expression and said: "This room isn't an interrogation room, so... the people outside can't hear or see."

"You..." Shi Tianlin recalled his behavior just now. It still had some effect on women, but on men it seemed a bit disgusting. Feeling he'd lost face, he suddenly stood up. If not for the handcuffs and leg irons, he would have rushed over.

Even so, his eyes brightened. He took small quick steps, pivoting on his left foot, and in two rotations reached the other end of the table. Moving with lightning speed, he tried to lock his elbow around Chen Yi's neck to threaten him.

In his view, his kung fu — praised even by the Chief of Staff — made threatening an ordinary rich young master simplicity itself.

Chen Yi hehe'd a smile, leisurely extending a finger, seemingly lightly poking Shi Tianlin's extended elbow — precisely at the sorest spot. Before Shi Tianlin could feel the pain, he heard a *crack*, and half his arm snapped.

Bone fracture?

Broken bone?

Right hand ruined!

When this realization rose in Shi Tianlin's mind, his whole person went dumb.

Becoming the Action Team Captain was because he was handsome and cool, and of course he was also very skilled, but crippled — this absolutely wasn't the life he had envisioned... never again able to use his right hand to pick up chopsticks, never again able to cut beef himself, never again able to **fondle two chicks...

Chen Yi patted the table as if nothing had happened, smiling: "Sit, don't be polite."

"You won't succeed." Shi Tianlin believed that with Jin Douna gone, he absolutely had confidence in his own charm; those women at Headquarters, as long as he pursued them earnestly, seldom failed once or twice. Following his passionate love letters, there ought not to be any woman who hadn't appeared.

Chen Yi looked at him wanting to laugh; after a day and night of pursuit, he was like a filthy dog covered in mud all over. Of course, the basic elements were still there, still a handsome guy, but so what.

"Asking one last time, are you willing to be turned by me."

When Shi Tianlin realized that behind this primitive interrogation lay his own life and death, he no longer found it interesting, but said dejectedly: "What do you want."

"Speak first of your purpose in coming to Jiangning."

"Replace Liu Xinyu."

"Purpose of meeting Jin Douna."

"Turn her."

"Recount the entire process of your meeting."

Shi Tianlin gave up completely, and quietly began to explain.

Chen Yi wore the Listening Scroll; at level 7 the Listening Scroll could almost completely hear inner thoughts, at least surface thoughts. Therefore he confirmed Jin Douna had not been turned, which basically satisfied him.

Recording several questions about the Research Society with a recorder, Chen Yi left the tense-as-can-be Shi Tianlin behind, left the room, and said to Bureau Chief Yan: "Hand him over to the Security Department, ensure he can never come out again. Hm, don't kill him."

"Rest assured." Yan Ju and Director Ren answered simultaneously.

Leaving the Police Bureau, Chen Yi again brought 10 West Continent trainees to visit Chen Group, and promised: "You can each arrange one direct relative to work at the Group, counting as a benefit of West River Water Fortress; any Earthling with the 'West River Defense War' honor has this qualification. After you go back, discuss with your family. However, from now on, whether friends or family, you must watch your mouths."

"Yes." The ten people saluted in the Group's corridor, causing passing white-collar workers to all turn their heads.

Qin Dajiang grinned and suddenly asked: "Hall Master, can family members accompany the army?"

Chen Yi blinked his eyes, smiling: "That would be immigration."

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