381: Chapter 179: Professional Major Memory Recovery Technique 381: Chapter 179: Professional Major Memory Recovery Technique Special Service Bureau’s archives on special affairs were only sealed internally and never made public.
Thus, for opponents like the Blood Cup Sect that had been completely eradicated, aside from a few high-level leaders within the bureau, there were scarcely any channels for others to obtain relevant clues.
This was, of course, a necessary protective measure.
Human beings have always had a talent for courting disaster, as even children know not to touch the electric outlets their parents sternly warn them against, yet feel compelled to do so to feel their childhood complete.
In later generations, several foolproof designs for high-voltage electricity distribution couldn’t prevent some from DIY barbecuing themselves.
To Wang Yunxiao, this method of sealing secrets also had another consideration, which was to reduce the possibility of transmigrators going back in time to alter history.
Don’t think that the protagonist of a novel automatically masters various life skills once they travel to the past.
If you randomly pick someone and send them back a hundred years, not to mention making soap, they would easily become someone else’s prey.
Now they faced a similar problem.
In the police station, records concerning the Blood Cup Sect were virtually non-existent.
They could only rely on the autobiography of the Last Emperor of Fusang and the recollections of Old Master He from Jianghu World about old events to gain a rough understanding of the Blood Cup Sect.
Where did these people dig up the already severed inheritance of the Blood Cup Sect?
Mr.
Tong was not honest.
Cunning as he was, perhaps embracing a mindset of repentance for leniency and settling into lifelong imprisonment, he confessed to his crime of kidnapping Li Mumu but concealed something much more important.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.
I want to see a lawyer.
You’ve been denying me one, which is knowingly breaking the law!”
Mr.
Tong brought out from the cell remained obstinate, but when he saw that this time he was being interrogated by Wang Yunxiao and Veronica, a guilty expression instantly crossed his face.
“Alright, Mr.
Tong, you’re a respectable man, and we should both keep some dignity.
Let’s speak plainly,”
Wang Yunxiao knocked on the table and said seriously, “Don’t pretend you don’t know about the Holy Grail Church.
If you’re willing to talk, we’ll have a nice chat.
If you don’t want to talk, we have ways of making you talk.”
Mr.
Tong snorted, “Wang, whose side are you really on?”
“I’m asking the questions here, not you.”
Wang Yunxiao knocked on the table forcefully, “I’m an impatient man; let’s not waste time on useless things.
Just answer me this, will you talk, or not?”
Mr.
Tong licked his lips, still trying to steer the conversation away, only to see Wang Yunxiao standing up to grab a whip: “Hey, wait!
It’s a new era now!
You can’t torture me….
ah!”
Veronica, sitting quietly by, watched as Wang Yunxiao delivered ten lashes and then spoke, “What you are doing is inappropriate.
Those with compassionate hearts would see this and say you have a violent temperament and flawed character.”
Wang Yunxiao laughed, “In just this past month, dozens of young women have disappeared in Nantong District.
It’s fine for them to be turned into Holy Grails, but me giving him a few lashes is considered having a violent temperament?”
“That’s right,”
Veronica nodded, “Your method of interrogation is too violent.
It’s easy to beat someone to death, he ends up injured, and later on, he might even hire a lawyer to sue you.
It’s totally counterproductive.
I suggest using a gentler approach, like putting a towel over his face….”
“And then keep pouring water over his face from a kettle?”
“You seem to understand it well?”
“Of course, I understand.
I just don’t find it quite satisfying.”
As Wang Yunxiao turned to get a kettle, Mr.
Tong hurriedly pleaded, “I’ll talk!
I’ll say everything!”
“Really?”
Wang Yunxiao was skeptical.
“Not really.”
Veronica immediately denied, “Cultists are stubborn and die-hard, their lips are sealed tight, and they won’t easily spill the truth.
Even if he agrees to confess now, it’s likely misleading information to distract us.
Anyway, Director Qin has given us an hour for interrogation.
You handle the first half, and I’ll take care of the second half.
I should have told you before, the precursor to Qianjin Church was the Carmelite Holy Clothes Society, right?”
“Right, you’ve mentioned that, a penitential sect.”
“Yes, although we have abandoned those outdated doctrines of austerity, the old tools left by our predecessors are still with us.
This time, I brought back a few holy artifacts,”
“Wait!
I’m telling you!
I’ll confess everything!
There’s no need for…”
Wang Yunxiao covered Mr.
Tong’s face with a towel and, holding a kettle, asked Veronica, “What kind of holy artifacts?”
“Ever heard of the Iron Maiden?”
“The one with spikes inside?”
“You seem to know quite a bit.”
Wang Yunxiao knew Veronica was spouting nonsense.
If it were the thing he knew about, she couldn’t have brought such a big object alone.
However, that did not stop them from continuing their comedic exchange.
A kettle of water poured down, leaving Mr.
Tong completely listless and disoriented.
The democratic method seemed truly effective.
If he continued to be stubborn, Wang Yunxiao decided he would give him a taste of Mao-style tactics.
First up: a cold dish of shredded ear.
“I’m telling you…”
“He still looks quite reluctant.”
“No kidding, his lungs are full of water.
He can’t even speak.”
“Right!”
Wang Yunxiao punched Mr.
Tong in the abdomen, making him vomit the tea he had just swallowed.
“I was negligent…”
“What were you negligent about?”
“I forgot to add chili powder to that kettle of water.
Wait for me; I’ll go to the kitchen…”
“I’ll tell!
I’ll tell everything!
Holy Grail Church!
I know!”
Mr.
Tong exclaimed desperately.
However, just as he uttered the words “Holy Grail Church,” his neck suddenly twisted to one side as if struck by some force.
Quick as a flash, Veronica dashed over, pulled out an iron gear cross, and shoved it into his mouth, shouting, “The Lord says to annihilate all the evil spirits of the world!
Expel all evil!
Begone, wickedness!”
A thin blood-colored leech shot out from the back of Mr.
Tong’s neck.
Half an hour later, Wang Yunxiao returned to the Director’s office with the interrogation records in hand.
“That old guy spilled everything.”
“Good!”
Upon hearing this, Qin Xiangdong was overjoyed.
He grabbed the interrogation records and started to read, but his expression grew more serious as he read on.
“Three more hideouts, all with sacrificial rituals?”
“Those are just the three places he knew about.
The ones he doesn’t know about are hard to say.”
Veronica added, “Given the foreigners’ usual behavior, hosting such large-scale sacrificial rituals usually requires at least seven or thirteen altars.
The other altars might be spread across other districts, and we might also encounter some tough characters.”