The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

Chapter 160: Interrogation of the Dead Man in the Dungeon

Perhaps because it was built under a pond, the environment inside the dungeon was dark and damp, and the surrounding stone walls were thick and airtight, giving people a feeling of depression and terror.

The cells inside the cell were next to each other, and there were probably about 20 of them. The space was small and dark, and the air was filled with a fishy smell that made people nauseous.

Mu Qingqing took out a handful of breath-freshening fruit candies from her bosom, peeled off the colorful candy coating, and stuffed them into her mouth. "How refreshing!" she couldn't help but sigh.

He then took out a few masks and put them on, immediately blocking out the disgusting smell.

The flatterer Zuo Si walked to Mu Qingqing's side and said, "Master, can you give me a few of these colorful candies?"

Ye Nanli, who had never seen how they got along, frowned and glanced at him: Are you looking for trouble? What if Qingqing gets angry?

Mu Qingqing casually handed the remaining handful of fruit candies in her hand to Zuo Si, raised her eyes and asked in a wicked and arrogant voice: "Where is the killer? Bring him over."

Mu Qingqing looked at the internal structure of the dungeon and found that the interrogation room was the one closest to the stone door.

The walls were covered with bloody whips covered with rotten flesh, red-hot irons, clamps of varying lengths, rusty knitting needles as thick as a sweater, and flying knives as thin as a cicada's wing...

In Mu Qingqing's opinion, these most primitive torture instruments are still useful for first-time offenders or those with weak wills.

It is of little use to those special trained warriors who crawled out of the pile of dead bodies.

Even the tenth level of physical pain is completely immune to those dead soldiers.

Zuo San glanced at Ye Nanli, and with his consent, he went straight to the last cell.

Zuo Si spread the fruit candies in his hand in front of Ye Nanli, "Master, you choose first."

There was a hint of unswerving in Ye Nanli's dark eyes, and he said in a faint voice: "Zuo Si, should I thank you again?!"

I need you to pay attention to my wife's things? Are you asking for trouble?

Noticing that Ye Nanli was emitting a cold air all over his body, Mu Qingqing, a hardcore psychology expert, knew that he must be suffering from male chauvinism!

He took out a handful of fruit-flavored soft candies from his arms and handed them to Ye Nanli: "Sixth Prince, this soft candy has a more refreshing scent and tastes better than hard candies!"

Ye Nanli pretended to cough deeply and took all the candies from Mu Qingqing's hand. "Qingqing, just call me by my name from now on."

Sixth Prince, Sixth Prince, it sounds like their relationship is so distant, not close at all!

She peeled off the outer coating of the candy with her slender fingers, stuffed one into her mouth, and put the rest into the inner pocket close to her chest.

Mu Qingqing wanted to say: Don’t put this on your chest, it will soften!

But when he saw Ye Nanli sipping the candy with a look of enjoyment on his face, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.

The soft, glutinous and delicate fruit-flavored gummy candy filled Ye Nanli's mouth with a refreshing fragrance. As she spoke, the fragrance drifted out: "Qingqing, this candy is sweet but not greasy, and the fragrance is fresh and long-lasting. I wonder where I can buy it?"

I don't think I've seen such delicious candy in Shengjing City. Next time I see the emperor, I'll bring a few to my brother so he can have a taste.

By the time you take it over, the gummies will probably be stuck to the sugar coating and can’t be torn off…

Zuo San carried the assassin with his bare hands and placed him directly on the torture chair. (His legs were broken by the clamps during the previous tortures.)

The bloody man in black sat on the torture chair like a dead fish, a little dazed: Didn't I confess everything? Why are you still here?

Mu Qingqing glanced at Ye Nanli, her red lips raised, "Ali, what did he confess?"

Ye Nanli fell into deep thought, his handsome face as cold as ice, "Qingqing, I asked him who was behind this assassination. When he couldn't bear the pain yesterday, he said that it was the prince who sent him to assassinate me. This answer..."

"Not only does A'li not believe this answer, even my subordinates don't believe it." Lin Feng, who came after hearing the news, added instantly.

Why didn't he believe it? --- Because the prince might do some small things in his daily life (just because the emperor favored Ye Nanli so much and valued her more than his own son) and it was purely because he felt jealous! If they really wanted to fight, he really didn't have the courage!

Besides, when he succeeds to the throne in the future, Ye Nanli will have to guard the territory of Donglin Kingdom!

There are no brave and resourceful generals available in the court. There are a few brave but unwise generals...

The prince would never choose this moment to cut off his own arm! To destroy his own Great Wall!

Mu Qingqing circled around the dead man twice, and saw his yearning for death in his dazed eyes.

"How did you interrogate him? Under what circumstances did he confess all that? What was his expression at the time?" Mu Qingqing stared into the assassin's eyes and asked coldly.

"I know this best," Lin Feng walked to Mu Qingqing's side. "During the first few interrogations, whether it was whipping, clamping with sticks, iron sticks to lift up the fingernails, or branding his chest with an iron, he clenched his teeth and said nothing. After taking the special medicine you gave Zuo San yesterday, he curled up in pain, his teeth chattered, and when he was unconscious, he said that the prince sent him..."

Mu Qingqing's eyes flashed, and a cold voice rang out in the dungeon: "You are really a talent! We have seen that he is out of his mind, how can what he said be true? Either he was tricked into giving a confession before the mission, or he just randomly named someone to take the blame, and then he just wanted to die to get relief."

Several people nodded in agreement.

But they couldn't understand: How could you, a lady from a wealthy family, be so professional in interrogating prisoners? You could even guess the inner thoughts of the prisoners...

Are you sure she's not a fake daughter who was transformed from a thousand-year-old demon? !

Of course, the last guess only flashed through his mind. It was purely because the other party was too capable, so he complained privately to comfort his wounded heart.

Mu Qingqing took out a cardiotonic from the medical station and injected it into the dead man's arm. The transparent medicine flowed into the dead man's vein along the syringe.

Several big men surrounded the dead man, watching his dazed eyes slowly become bright and his body muscles become strong and powerful...

Several people looked at each other: What's going on? They asked her to interrogate the prisoners, but didn't ask her to save people?

Mu Qingqing didn't care what they were thinking! She raised her lips to a wicked smile: "Don't ask why? Be careful, curiosity kills the cat!"

Then, in front of their stunned eyes, he took out a gold pocket watch from his arms that was exactly the same as the one he gave to Su Yunhao last time.

Don’t ask why they are all identical gold pocket watches? The answer is that they are purchased wholesale for convenience and to save money. There is still a large box of them in the medical station warehouse!

Zuo San and Zuo Si, who had already witnessed Mu Qingqing perform hypnosis once, very experiencedly asked their two superiors to move aside, covered their mouths with their index fingers, and made a soft "hush" sound.

The master is about to start, so I have to keep my eyes open and watch to see if I can steal some tips this time... The third and fourth people on the left looked at each other and all looked at Mu Qingqing's magical performance again.

When the nerves on the face of the assassin were tense and the muscles were swollen and sore, Mu Qingqing started to attack----

The gold pocket watch in his hand was thirty centimeters away from his eyes. With a snap, the pocket watch fell vertically from the palm of his hand, and then the pocket watch swung in an orderly manner along the golden chain controlled by his middle finger...

Mu Qingqing's cold voice echoed in the minds of the assassins, like a gurgling mountain spring that moistened their hearts.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and feel your breathing gradually become steady and deep, and your heart becomes more and more peaceful and clear...