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"'Wanying's girlfriend wants to use 'Ling' King's identity information as a way to monetize her money."

"Kim Hee-woo is a middleman who was pushed out to find people who are interested in this news."

"As for the final deal, it still depends on that bitch."

Fang Mo stood up, took two steps towards the transparent glass and knocked on it with his hand.

dong dong dong.

Jin Xiyu in the room on the other side suddenly became nervous.

"Who?"

"Who's over there?"

Fang Mo glanced at the information in his hand and said calmly;

"Jin Xiyu, let me ask you a few questions. If you answer them honestly, you can still have a hot dinner at home before tonight."

"If you don't cooperate, you will stay here forever."

"First question, who is Miss x?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Xiyu gritted his teeth and rubbed his neck with a tangled expression.

"Don't ask anything. Anyway, I don't know anything, and I won't say anything."

"Um?!"

Halfway through his words, Jin Xiyu suddenly froze.

What did he just say?

The next moment, his eyes widened and he asked Fang Mo with a shocked expression;

"Miss x? How do you know about Miss x!?"

Fang Mo sneered, knocked on the glass again, and said four words lightly.

"your phone."

cell phone! ?

They actually cracked my phone password?

Jin Xiyu's expression suddenly changed.

"So not only do I know that Ms.

"Even if someone really wants to buy King Ling's identity information from you, you probably won't be able to provide it. Instead, you will lead them to find Miss x. Am I right?"

"you……"

As soon as these words came out, Jin Xiyu's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously in the room.

He really didn't expect that national security had so many methods.

I originally thought that I would refuse to admit it, but I didn't know anything about it anyway. No matter what I asked him, I didn't know the answer.

Guoan has nothing to do with itself.

Anyway, there is no evidence to prove that Jin Xiyu really sold his identity as King Ling.

In the end, it was nothing more than a stalemate and he let himself go.

Who knew that Fang Mo would expose his background easily.

"Come on, think carefully about whether you want to cooperate."

"I saw the message your wife sent you. You seem to have a three-and-a-half-year-old son, right?"

"You told your wife that you were looking for a job. If your family knew about it, your so-called "looking for a job to make a lot of money" was just using your identity as an information broker to sell the identity information of national security personnel."

"How do you think your family reacted?"

After saying this, Fang Mo clicked his tongue meaningfully;

"Do you think if we really want to imprison you, can we give you a sentence of three to five years?"

Whoa!

Hearing this, Jin Xiyu suddenly became nervous.

Cold sweat covered his forehead, and his whole body couldn't stop shaking crazily.

Fang Mo hit the nail on the head and hit his sore spot directly.

Who does this kind of thing, who wants to be exposed in front of his family?

This thing cannot be said to be disgraceful.

Damn, dressing up in women's clothing and going to a live broadcast platform to attract men is better than selling the identity of an important national security personnel!

This is obviously a criminal act by Kim Hee-woo.

However, the first one has not been successful in sales, and the second one has not really affected King Ling.

The most important thing is that he doesn't even know who King Ling really is.

Therefore, the characterization of this matter becomes intriguing.

Things can be big or small.

It all depends on whether he can cooperate.

Fang Mo looked at Jin Xiyu in his two words and raised the corners of his lips slightly;

"Second question, where does Ms. x live?"

"The third question is, how did you, a gambling dog, come into contact with the organization? I'll let you go after answering."

"If you don't cooperate, I'll call your wife now and help you considerately tell her that her husband has committed a crime and there is no way to go back for dinner tonight."

Fang Mo didn't give Jin Xiyu time to breathe and think. He quickly finished the question in one breath.

This time Jin Xiyu was left with time to think.

Anyone who is not an idiot will understand who has the initiative and decision-making power now.

He began to wander around the interrogation room like an ant on a hot pot.

There is a very special detail in a place like the interrogation room.

That's the table.

From a psychological point of view, a round table is suitable for family reunion meals and gives people a relaxed feeling.

The square table gives people a sense of psychological oppression.

This is also a habit.

From childhood to adulthood, most tables are square, whether in study or work settings.

Therefore, people will naturally feel a sense of urgency and anxiety in an environment with a square table.

Using a square table in the interrogation environment of the prisoner will inadvertently cause psychological oppression to him.

The more Jin Xiyu wanders around, the more anxious he will become.

What's more, the bright environment itself gave Jin Xiyu a sense of oppression.

Intense incandescent lights can cause severe discomfort.

Over time, it can easily lead to mental exhaustion.

Usually during torture, similar methods are used to increase the shock value of the interrogator.

Considering this environment, even without Fang Mo, Jin Xiyu probably wouldn't be able to persist for long with his tough talk.

Sure enough, a minute later, Jin Xiyu sat down on the chair with a slumped face and let out a long sigh.

"Okay, I'll give it all up."

"I want to go home for dinner tonight."

After speaking, he opened his dry lips;

"Could you get me a glass of water?"

Fang Mo was still able to satisfy this small request. He waved his hand and asked Liu Shanghua to arrange for someone to deliver water to him.

At this moment, Liu Shanghua looked at Fang Mo with a touch of shock.

Unexpectedly, the information obtained by a hacker using technical means can be the last straw that breaks the camel's back during the interrogation of a prisoner, breaking down his inner defenses.

Liu Shanghua couldn't help but praise;

"No wonder they all talk about modern means, but today you used reality to teach me a lesson."

"Hehe, congratulations."

Fang Mo was not complacent. When he asked someone to bring water to Jin Xiyu, he sent him three pieces of white paper.

Liu Shanghua, the second monk, was confused;

"what does this mean?"

"After all, King Ling's identity information is of great importance. If this interrogation recording is accidentally leaked, it will be troublesome. I asked him to write down the address of the person involved first."

"We can directly silence the surveillance video of this interrogation later and avoid a lot of trouble."

As soon as these words came out, Liu Shanghua was almost stunned for almost half a minute before he digested the connotation of Fang Mo's words.

This guy obviously meant what he said.

He looked at Fang Mo with trembling pupils.

"You mean... there is a mole in the national security system?"