Lying Gun Cannon Fodder Deduction Record

Chi Jiamu sneered: "You guys are so scary?" His figure was motionless, and experienced people could tell at a glance that Chi Jiamu couldn't move after being hit by acupuncture points, so he could only maintain this position all the time .

Unmoved, Song Zhuo stretched out a skinny palm and pressed it against Chi Jiamu's left chest, where Chi Jiamu's heart was pounding, and he was very healthy and energetic just touching it.Song Zhuo moved closer half an inch to listen to Chi Jiamu's powerful heartbeat.He smiled: "Why does Mr. Chi slap his face swollen in front of me to pretend to be fat? Your heart beats very fast."

"My heart beats faster because I drank too much strong tea when I was waiting for you in the morning." Chi Jiamu was not in a hurry, with a leisurely look on his face.What was said seemed to be credible.

Song Zhuo chuckled lightly. "If Mr. Chi is not nervous, why bother to drink so much strong tea?" Perhaps it was the consequence of poisoning all the year round. Song Zhuo's face was also skinny, with prominent cheekbones, which made him look a little better than a skeleton.It was just that it was so much better, which gave him a sense of popularity and innocence. Besides, he looked gloomy all over.

"I have the habit of drinking strong tea every morning. Why, can this also be a reason for me to be nervous? Is it important to you whether I am nervous?"

Song Zhuo's complexion sank slightly, and then he smiled again: "It doesn't matter to me, because whether you are nervous or not, you will probably feel scared in the future. I hope Mr. Chi won't make fun of his life, it's better earlier It would be good to explain the origin of the millennium black tortoise board."

"I've said it before. I've never heard of the thousand-year-old black tortoise shell. Are you delaying your chance to handle the case by asking someone who has nothing to do with this matter?"

"Mr. Chi is also a well-known doctor in the world. Isn't it too disreputable to say such nonsense? Or, Mr. Chi has always been used to nonsense, just like proving Wei Xiu, the son of Marquis Wei, is a woman for the sake of beauty?"

"Your Excellency, you look down on me too much. I seem to be the kind of person who would damage his reputation for the sake of beauty?" Chi Jiamu said straightforwardly. Anyway, he really didn't help Zhao Tuanzhi because of beauty.

Song Zhuo chuckled again: "There is no one else here. You and I know some things well, and Mr. Chi doesn't need to waste his time trying to cover up for Wei Xiu." Jiamu whispered word by word in his ear, like a poisonous snake whispering quietly, it doesn't know when it will suddenly jump up and eat people in one bite.

The lingering breath spit out on the side of Chi Jiamu's ear, which made Chi Jiamu's hair stand on end.

If Chi Jiamu hadn't been tapped, and his concentration was good, he might have jumped up.

abnormal!He had already spit out Song Zhuo's spit in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, four long thin silver needles appeared in front of his eyes. The needle tip was only an inch away from Chi Jiamu's eyes, and Chi Jiamu's pupils shrank suddenly.Song Zhuo's long needles dangled in front of his eyes, lifted Ti Chi Jiamu's nerves, and then he turned his wrist and held the four long needles in his palm.He picked up Chi Jiamu's hand and looked down at his five fingers.Chi Jiamu's fingers were the same as his appearance. They were relatively ordinary in shape, with well-proportioned flesh and bones. The fingers were neither long nor short. They were not particularly beautiful, but they were not eye-catching either.

Song Zhuo held Chi Jiamu's palm, looked at it over and over, and commented: "It looks good."

"Are you perverted?" Chi Jiamu stared at him coldly.

Song Zhuo chuckled again, without answering or speaking, just took out a silver needle from his palm, and pressed the tip of the needle to Chi Jiamu's middle finger, "Mr. Chi, why don't we play a game. "

Chi Jiamu remained silent.

Song Zhuo continued on his own: "Mr. Chi must be no stranger to the topic of poisoning." He raised his palm and showed Chi Jiamu the palm with three dark purple spots, "Mr. Chi should also know , The poison in my palm is extremely strong, if it is extradited to Mr. Chi by the silver needle, what will happen?" Song Zhuo pursed his lips, showing a curious look.

Chi Jiamu glared at him: "You might as well slap me directly."

Song Zhuo laughed twice again, and his laughter revealed a trace of coldness: "Give Mr. Chi a slap directly, I am afraid that Mr. will not be able to bear it, and he will die too soon. I just wanted to try it a long time ago. Try this method, Mr. Chi is lucky today, you can try it first." He said, and pushed the silver needle into Chi Jiamu's middle finger little by little, Chi Jiamu groaned in pain With a sound, Song Zhuo laughed again, and pushed in an inch before stopping.

Chi Jiamu regained his strength, and stared at him fiercely, with no intention of giving in to his lust.

Song Zhuo still had the same slow look, smiled sinisterly, and took out the second silver needle, and inserted it in bit by bit as before, ten fingers connected to the heart, he inserted four in a row, and finally Stopping, it turns out that these thin silver needles are hollow, and blood has already flowed out of the needle tail along the needle body.Song Zhuo pressed the four needle tails with his toxin-accumulated palms, and the purple toxin squeezed from one end of the needle tail to the other end of the needle little by little, and dripped into Chi Jiamu's fingers.

Chi Jiamu was tortured so much that his head was covered with sweat, and Song Zhuo was still in the mood to wipe his sweat with a handkerchief while he was interrogating him.After wiping, he took off the few silver needles, took Chi Jiamu's hand again, and turned over and over to carefully watch the poison oozing from his four fingers.

The center of Chi Jiamu's four fingers has slowly changed color, and the muscle condition of his fingers has changed, turning into a purple color after a beating.But he is different from Gu Shengjin, the poison spreads from the fingertips to the body, so it is naturally slower than being poisoned directly on the body.

After waiting for a while, Chi Jiamu hadn't felt the feeling of vomiting blood, Song Zhuo had already thrown the silver needle into the tea tray beside him, and shook his head: "It seems that the introduction of poison is still a bit slow."

He leaned down again and looked at Chi Jiamu steadfastly: "Then Mr. Chi, have you thought about it now? Do you know who got the thousand-year-old black tortoise shell that Gu Shengjin used to detoxify?"

Chi Jiamu smiled dripping with sweat: "You didn't find Gu Shengjin, how did you know he was detoxified?"

"There is no news of death after three days of poisoning, isn't it detoxification?" Song Zhuo pinched his chin and held it tightly, "Don't change the subject."

Chi Jiamu sneered, "I don't know how many times you ask me that question before."

Song Zhuo was not annoyed, he took a look at his palm again, and sneered, "It's really too slow." He stretched out his palm and pressed it on Chi Jiamu's thigh, "Mr. Chi, you should know this poison Toxicity, starting from the legs, is too ugly."

Chi Jiamu was really taken aback by him, and couldn't hold back any longer. He gave Song Zhuo a hard look. "abnormal!"