292: Chapter 90: The Key is Not the Interrogation Outcome 292: Chapter 90: The Key is Not the Interrogation Outcome Wang Yunxiao knew this old policeman; he was a senior figure in the Nantong District police department, and even Qin Xiangdong treated him with great respect.
He was different from Old Master He in every way.
Old Master He belonged to the Jianghu World and had a deep understanding of the grudges and secrets within it, capable of explaining things others didn’t know with eloquence.
The old policeman had more knowledge about the lives of the common people in Nantong District, beneath the surface of Jianghu World.
Take Wang Yunxiao, for example, who’d been in and out of the station a few times.
Whatever the reason for his arrests, the old policeman could pull up his records right in front of him.
In Old Master He’s eyes, Wang Yunxiao was a moldable material, worth cultivating.
In the old policeman’s eyes, however, Wang Yunxiao was just a street loafer, one you couldn’t carve anything out of.
But after Wang Yunxiao obtained a position in the police force, the old policeman never humiliated him in his presence again, and even voluntarily asked Qin Xiangdong to retire to a secondary role, not wanting to compete with the younger generation.
Times had changed, and he was getting older, knowing it was wise to keep a low profile.
Even though he had stepped back, his status and reputation in the police department had not diminished.
If Wang Yunxiao had Old Master He as a mentor, then the rookies brought in by Qin Xiangdong were almost all mentored by him, trained by him to learn how to be policemen.
The old policeman was surnamed Wu, known as Master Wu, and had been a constable in the Yamen during the Former Dynasty, familiar with everything inside the prison ward.
This involved not just investigation, but interrogation as well.
A whip soaked in brine was cracked against the body; in less than three minutes, before even moving on to the next part, the guy had spilled everything.
This man, named Lu Er, had worked as a shop assistant in a trading company because of his sharp mind, and was favored by an old customer who sent him to a place called Liuye Camp for special training in various reconnaissance skills.
After completing their training, they would be assigned to various small teams and infiltrate different areas, with no further contact among them.
He belonged to a team coded “Xiaosheng,” led by Yang Yuqi, an Alien with the ability to make lifelike human skin masks.
Wearing these not only made it difficult to spot any flaws in appearance but even allowed one to mimic someone else’s voice.
The human skin masks also featured various spells embedded in them, including the scary “Shocking Technique” and the “Bewitching Technique” that could confuse people and lower their guard, and even the “Possession Technique,” which could be placed over someone else’s head.
These spells were convenient to execute, requiring only a thought, but they had drawbacks; they needed to avoid light and fire.
After hearing this man’s confession, Qin Xiangdong looked somewhat disturbed.
“It isn’t the Liuye Camp I know of, is it?”
“Who knows?”
Qi Bing spread his hands and said with a smile, “We just do the job; how it’s done is up to you, Director Qin.”
Qin Xiangdong nodded, “You guys take a break.
I’m going to make a call.”
Wang Yunxiao saw that Qin Xiangdong had no intention of explaining to him, so he didn’t try to engage either.
Something about this Liuye Camp sounded very off.
The interrogation of the victim’s great-nephew began.
This kid was tough meat; unyielding and stubborn when dealing with others.
When he was brought in and saw Master Wu, his legs went weak, and his shifty eyes roamed, pondering some scheme.
“Dog Child, both your elder brothers were killed last year, and that didn’t affect you at all, did it?”
As soon as the old policeman started, he cut to the heart of the great-nephew’s situation, staring into his eyes and said coldly, “Who gave you the courage to make trouble at the police station?
Tired of living a peaceful life outside, you want to come in for a jail meal, huh?
Fine, I’ll keep you here for a few more months.”
The great-nephew hurriedly offered a forced smile, “Grandpa Wu, please don’t tease me like this.
I thought you had retired.
Had I known you were still here, I wouldn’t have taken such jobs.
Not to mention here, but I would have to bow down three times and slap myself six times if I saw you on the street!”
“Don’t give me that useless crap!”
The old cop said impatiently, “See those guys over there?
Neither your big brother nor your second brother have tried this.
Do you want to taste it or not?”
“I don’t want to!”
The nephew shook his head like a rattle-drum, “Ask me anything you want, if I tell a single lie, you can pull out my tongue and fry it!”
“Who told you to cause trouble?”
“Senior Brother Zhao from the Great Luo Sect.”
“What’s this Senior Brother Zhao’s full name?
Where does he live…”
The nephew was quite forthcoming.
These days, loafers are not what they used to be—they’re all cowards and weaklings, easy to break with a single poke.
The result of the interrogation was somewhat surprising.
The old Taoist who was shot in the head was called Zhao Dabao.
Later, to deceive his ignorant followers, he changed his name to something more domineering, calling himself Zhao Gongming.
He really had nephews, and not just one; two nephews, Zhao Yilong and Zhao Yihu, flaunted their power and enjoyed good times following their cousin uncle in the sect.
Zhao Yilong was the one who operated the fire-breathing altar and was knocked unconscious by Guozi with a stick.
He still hasn’t come to.
Zhao Yihu, upon hearing of his uncle’s death, didn’t dare come himself, so he sent Dog Child to take his place at the police station to mourn and simultaneously inquire about the specifics.
As for that old lawyer who distorted truth and falsehood as soon as he spoke, he was also sought out by him; Dog Child didn’t even know him.
A small-time loafer like him could only manage to mingle at this level.
Next, they interrogated the old lawyer, who wasn’t young either, appearing to be in his seventies or eighties with a head full of white hair, a full forehead, square jaw, and a calm, ruddy complexion.
He sat down steadily on the chair with his cane, glanced at the nearby torture devices, and shook his head nonchalantly, “Don’t try those tricks on me, I’m not easily frightened.
As people of the Official Residence, are you really going to resort to torture to extort confessions, knowingly violating the law?
If you yourselves don’t uphold the authority of the law, how can you expect others to believe that the new government’s laws will be enforced?
The government is already struggling to implement new laws, and you henchmen are making things even worse.
I think this new government set up by the President is doomed!”
Hats were thrown at him in quick succession.
The old cop ignored him and turned to ask the two men in grey military uniforms, “What do you think we should do?”
Qi Bing smiled and said, “Let’s beat him for ten minutes, take a break, and then beat him for another ten, see if he starts talking sense.”
“But this old man is quite old…”
“No problem, if he dies, it’s on me.”
Qi Bing’s smile was grim, and his gaze sinister, “Old man, riding on the fact that you’re old, like to criticize the President, huh?
Don’t worry, after I kill you, I’ll take the blame!”
The old lawyer turned pale, raised his hand, and pointed at Qi Bing with a trembling finger, “You…
you beast!
How dare you do this?
When have I ever criticized the President?
It’s you who disgraced the President’s reputation!”
“The President earned her reputation through campaigns and battles, whether she did right or wrong will be judged by posterity.
It’s old dogs like you who were worthless to the country, eating people’s bread soaked in blood when you were young.
Getting old hasn’t made you repent, and every time you open your mouth, it’s full of crap, surviving till now is just a waste of the country’s food.”
Qi Bing sneered, “Old dog, if you bark again, I’ll personally send you off!”
The old lawyer swallowed, took a deep breath, and looked at the old cop, “What did you want to ask just now?”