Erguotou and Brandy

"Three family doctors, one is in jail, one died in a drunk driving accident, and one is in China." Jia Mian said.

With the nepotism of Interpol, it is much more convenient to do things.

Guo Ding thought about it and said, "Can I go back to China tomorrow?"

Mian nodded, went back to the room and began to pack his things.

"Sit down."

Brandy sat on the chair and said, "I'll sit down obediently..."

Ke Fan smiled, his light blue eyes were very attractive.

"Your family won't tell you that I used to be very close to you." Ke Fan said, and asked Zeng Jiaqi to put a chair in front of Brandy.

"You may remember that you learned programming well, but you must have forgotten who taught you?"

Brandy didn't speak, and some not-so-good memories seemed to be tearing apart his consciousness, forcing him to rush out.

Early in the morning, Jia Mian and Guo Dian were not busy looking for their family doctor, leaving Wen Yun and Mian in the police station.

"Hey... so much fun, what's the matter?" Wen Yun replied lazily when answering the phone.

Mian was watching Chang Jie interrogate Ke Fan's father seriously in the observation room.

Chang Jie came out of the interrogation room with a frown, and said angrily, "No oil or salt."

Wen Yun hung up the phone and said, "The other person who took Brandy away has been found out, Zeng Jiaqi."

Chang Jie nodded and said, "I'm going to check Zeng Jiaqi's information, and I'll leave this person to you."

After speaking, he hurried out the door.

"...It's the first time I saw someone annoy the wood like this, how annoying is this person?" Wen Yun stroked the stubble on her chin and said.

Mian shook his head and said, "A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. Ah... is this proverb correct?"

"..." Wen Yun gave a thumbs up and said, "It works very well."

Mian looked at the information a little shyly, and said, "Then...give it to me?"

Wen Yun nodded.

Mian entered the room and said, "Mr. Ke, good afternoon."

Ke Qing was wearing an old man's shirt, with his head tilted, and his seldom-groomed beard was messy. Mian, who was watching him coming in, swallowed his saliva unknown.

Wen Yun looked at Ke Qing's facial expression, frowned, and compared the faces of Ke Fan and Mian.

They are all foreigners with sunken eye sockets, strange-colored eyes, thin stature and blond hair.

this person...

Mian took out three pencils from his pocket, touched the back of his head shyly and said, "...well, I'm more used to taking notes with pencils, please speak slowly if you don't mind?"

Ke Qing just sat up straight, stroked the beard on his chin, moved a little closer to Mian's position, and said, "Okay, okay...you can ask."

"Well, Ke Fan's mother died young?" Mian said.

Ke Qing chuckled, and said: "Oh...Ke Fan is a fucking j/girl. I made money and wanted to play with foreign products, but I won the lottery once. That sao/ product was given to me after Ke Fan was born. Later, I heard that she was rounded up by more than a dozen people, and she was poured with cement and thrown into the sea to hide evidence."

"..." Mian forced a smile and said, "Really, it's really pitiful. Then how did Ke Fan become an international spy?"

"This... I don't know. Hey, I said pretty boy, when can I leave... Why do you bring me here and lock me up if I haven't broken the law?"

Mian ignored Ke Qing's clamor and said, "You really don't know why Ke Fan became an international spy?"

Ke Qing pulled his face down, patted the table with some displeasure, and said, "I don't know what else I want to do after I said it?!"

Mian looked around, paused on the one-way mirror, and sighed, "You'll regret that you didn't take the initiative to tell me."

Immediately he stood up, turned off the camera and radio with a blank expression, and said, "Mr. Ke, why did Ke Fan become an international spy?"

Ke Qing was completely irritated, kicked the corner of the table and said, "You are fucking sick!"

Mian quickly pressed Ke Qing's hand, and a pencil directly penetrated Ke Qing's hand and the iron table below.

Ke Qing roared, wanting to pull his hand out, but trembling because of the pain.

Blood trickled down the desk from the pencil.

Wen Yun: "..."

Mian took out the second pencil on the table, twirled it a few times in the palm of his hand, and said slowly: "That person just now looked like a policeman, right? He's so gentle. Let me... It’s not a policeman, to be precise, it’s not a policeman in this bureau, so even if I kill you now, the people in this bureau still have to consider the issue of diplomatic immunity. Do you understand?”

As soon as the words fell, Mian inserted a pencil into Ke Qing's palm again. This time it was much easier than the first time, as easy as piercing into a piece of frozen meat.

Ke Qing was already trembling with pain, and said: "Ah...don't, I was wrong, I was wrong, I said...I can say anything."

Mian smiled, played with the third pencil, and said, "You want to talk now? Ah...but I don't really want to hear it."

After speaking, the third pencil was inserted again, this time with the strongest force, almost piercing the iron table below.

Ke Qing was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, his face was dripping with cold sweat, and his hands were shaking.

"Okay, Mr. Ke, let me ask again, do you know why Ke Fan became an international spy?" Mian said with a smile.

When Guo Ding came back with the family doctor, Wen Yun was sitting with a pale face drinking coffee, and at the other end of the table was Mian who was sorting out the notes.

"What are you doing, you two, there is a clear distinction..."

Wen Yun grabbed Guo Ding's arm and said, "Dice, you are too gentle. Really."

"what?"

Jia Mian looked at Mian who was smiling wryly beside him, and raised his eyebrows knowingly.

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