The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Sure enough, shortly after the lights in Shen Hui's room were turned on, the door opened.

Shen Hui looked outside, and vaguely saw Ye Zhibing standing on the aisle.

"Ye Zhibing, why are you still awake at this late hour?"

Shen Hui asked suspiciously.

Ye Zhibing clasped the dagger behind his sleeve and explained, "Oh, it's a bit hot in the room, so I'll come out to dissipate the heat."

"But I thought I heard someone talking just now."

"No, no, Shen Hui, I didn't talk to anyone, it must be a hallucination, hallucination."

Because Shen Hui also heard it vaguely, she was not sure if what she heard was true. When Ye Zhibing said this, she was even more uncertain.

Shen Hui came out and glanced at Ye Zhibing, "Is your room very hot? Is your fan broken?"

Ye Zhibing was afraid that Shen Hui would enter his room, if he saw a woman lying on his bed with her hands and feet bound, it would be a bad thing.

He perfunctorily said: "It's not bad, it's just that the wind is a little weaker and it's not cool enough. Shen Hui, go and rest, I'm not too hot, I can go back to sleep."

Shen Hui was sleepy at first, and barely opened her eyes. Seeing that Ye Zhibing was fine, she nodded, "Well, I'm going back to sleep, and you go to sleep too. Ah..."

After finishing speaking, Shen Hui yawned big, turned around and entered the room, closed the door and lights, and went to sleep.

Ye Zhibing heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that his room was not the place to interrogate the killer, and a slight movement would disturb others.

He remembered that on the way back from the resort, there was an abandoned factory, which was deserted, and it was a good place to interrogate killers.

Moreover, the sky is now slightly bright, and there are almost no pedestrians on the road, so it is more convenient to transfer the killer.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhibing knew what to do.

He walked into the room, turned on the light, and saw that the killer was still unconscious. It seemed that the blow just now had seriously injured her.

In order to prevent the killer from waking up and screaming, Ye Zhibing stuffed a towel into the killer's mouth, changed his clothes, picked up the killer, went downstairs quietly, and left the killer in the back seat.

Ye Zhibing started the car and drove to the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

When I arrived at the factory, the sky was already pale, and I could see my face clearly.

Ye Zhibing pushed the killer out of the car and threw her into a corner of the abandoned factory building, and began to interrogate her.

This killer is about twenty years old, and he is quite beautiful, with almond eyes, peach cheeks, willow eyebrows, fair skin, and a healthy and well-proportioned figure because of his martial arts training.

The killer still had his eyes closed, so Ye Zhibing stepped forward and took out the towel stuffed in the killer's mouth, and patted her face, "Wake up, wake up."

After a while, the killer woke up slowly, but immediately felt a dull pain in his internal organs, and couldn't help frowning and moaning softly.

"Hey, hello!"

Ye Zhibing yelled at the killer a few times, reminding her to notice his existence.

The killer finally opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on the concrete floor with his hands and feet tied, and a young man was standing in front of him.

Take a closer look, isn't this young man the same Ye Zhibing who he wants to kill?
Although he had only seen the photos, the killer had a very deep memory of Ye Zhibing's appearance.

"Why am I here?"

The killer asked, talking to himself.

Ye Zhibing sneered and said, "You really don't remember?"

"I……"

The memory of the killer suddenly came back slowly, and he went to assassinate Ye Zhibing himself, but was knocked out by him...

God, she remembered that she is Ye Zhibing's prisoner now!

The killer became nervous, and wanted to kill Ye Zhibing himself, but in the end, he failed and became a prisoner instead, which was dangerous now.

Seeing the killer's expression changed drastically, Ye Zhibing was extremely frightened, so he guessed that she remembered what happened last night.

"Remember? This dagger..."

Ye Zhibing took out the dagger and shook it in front of the killer, "You don't remember, do you?"

The killer nodded, "It's mine."

"It's good to know. You plan to use it to kill me, and I am the most fair person. In everything, an eye for an eye is an eye for an eye. If you kill me with a dagger, I will kill you with a dagger. It's fair, yes no?"

The killer didn't want to die, but now she didn't even have a chance to resist, her hands and feet were tied and she couldn't move.

"You... don't kill me, I don't want to die."

The killer begged Ye Zhibing for mercy, his eyes were full of horror.

Ye Zhibing pretended to be angry and said, "Oh, when you killed me, did you ever think that I don't want to die? But you stabbed me with a knife without saying a word?"

The killer was speechless, pursed his lips tightly, and remained silent.

"Is it wrong? It's easy to handle. Since I'm not dead, I won't kill you, but capital crimes can be forgiven, but living crimes are hard to forgive."

A gleam of joy flashed across the killer's face, he was glad he was still alive, but then it darkened, and he asked Ye Zhibing, "What do you want to do?"

Ye Zhibing snorted coldly, "Haven't you ever read a book? You don't know what it means to be exempt from a capital crime, but not to be forgiven for a living crime? You said that you want to be a killer and a hooligan, at least you have to be educated. An uneducated hooligan like you doesn't know how Not terrible, almost dead."

The killer finally spoke, "I know what it means."

"Oh? Then you admit that you are a cultured hooligan?"

"You...I'm not a hooligan."

Embarrassment flashed across the killer's face, and he denied Ye Zhibing's accusation.

Ye Zhibing didn't dwell on this point, and asked the killer straightforwardly: "Okay, you understand what it means to live a crime that cannot be forgiven, and this is very good. As for what kind of punishment you will receive, it depends on whether you cooperate or not, understand? By the way, I forgot to tell you, there is no one here for five miles, so don’t think that someone will come if you call for help.”

The killer's face was pale, and he observed the surrounding environment. Seeing that the place was dilapidated, as if no one had come here for many years, he felt nervous.

"Also, I have studied ancient history and know the ten most severe tortures. If you don't cooperate, I can try my skills."

"You... don't scare me, I... my master will avenge me."

The killer thought for a while, and brought out her master to intimidate Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing smiled faintly, "You still have a master, where is he? I'm afraid your bones have turned to ashes, and he still can't find you. So I suggest you, ask yourself to be blessed."

The killer frowned, unable to think of anyone who could save him, feeling hopeless in his heart.

Ye Zhibing began to interrogate, "Okay, first question, what's your name?"

The killer was still thinking about her own thoughts and ignored Ye Zhibing's question.

Ye Zhibing got a little angry, don't think I'm talking like farting, it doesn't count.

Now I want to let you know what a professional interrogation is.

Ye Zhibing bent down and tapped the sharp blade of the dagger lightly on the killer's face.

Beads of blood oozed from the killer's face immediately, and a icy chill enveloped her whole body.