Chapter 297 Judicial Milk Tea
Haruyo frowned as he approached, "Can we still be saved?"
Yin Xiu shook his head, "I am sure to save those who are killed by others, but even Jesus cannot save those who are killed by me."
When the two of them looked at Du Chen's body and shook their heads and sighed, there was a sudden sound of breaking ice crystals behind them.
Yin Xiu turned around and saw Ma Xiaoyu pulling out a man in black robes whose face was covered with frost. It was obvious that the man could not move, but he was not completely dead and still had enough consciousness to answer questions.
This time, Yin Xiu would not make the same mistake again. He gently pressed his hand on the other person's chin, and the man's jaw immediately fell off and stretched out, making it look like his mouth was open.
This dislocation of the joints is enough to ensure that the opponent does not bite his teeth to commit suicide, or dig out a poison from a gap in his teeth and eat it.
The sudden soreness and pain made the man in black robe sober up a lot.
He sat on the ground, his body in a state of numbness, and when he saw the three people staring at him motionlessly, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Don't worry, not everyone is like Du Chen, who doesn't take life and death seriously. For me, running to Wujian is precisely to survive, not to die."
Because of his disjointed jaw, his words were a bit slurred, as if he had a big tongue, but he could barely be heard clearly.
Seeing that he seemed to want to talk, Yin Xiu took out a small bottle of liquor from his pocket and handed it to the man.
But the man turned his head to the side in disdain and did not answer. He just glanced at Yin Xiu coldly from the corner of his eyes.
When Yin Xiu saw this, she didn't say anything. Instead, she turned her thumb on the bottle cap, and the tightly closed bottle cap flew out with a crunch.
Then, Yin Xiu grabbed the man's hair and poured strong liquor into his mouth and nose.
A series of sounds of struggling and choking echoed in the cave for a while, as if something was drinking water, or as if some creature was about to drown, which sent chills down one's spine.
Ma Xiaoyu turned around, facing away from them, and silently recited the Heart-Cleaning Mantra.
Chun Dai also frowned while watching. After seeing Yin Xiu take out a new bottle of wine from his pocket, he quickly went up to stop it.
"Yin Xiu, stop filling me in!"
He grabbed the bottle and said, "How can you be as professional as me when it comes to forcing confessions? Don't challenge our profession with the hobbies you read about in books."
As he spoke, Haruyo unscrewed the bottle, and then took a swig, drinking probably less than one-third of the wine.
After exhaling, under the surprised gaze of the man, Haruyo took out another brown paper bag from his pocket.
It was about the size of a palm, and as the paper bag was opened, the aroma of cream wafted out.
But this was not enough, Haruyo took out his short sword again and walked towards the man.
But what surprised the other party was that Haruyo did not use the knife to cut his eyes or ears, but only took a bunch of hair from his head.
Then, Haruyo put down the knife and poured the bunch of hair along the mouth of the bottle into the wine. Ma Xiaoyu, who was watching from the side, furrowed his brows.
Immediately afterwards, even Yin Xiu couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.
Haruyo picked up the packet of cream again and poured it into the wine bottle with his fingers.
Then he blocked the mouth of the bottle with his thumb and shook it up and down vigorously, so that the hair, wine, and cream were fully mixed together, making it look like a steel needle had fallen into the milk tea.
At this time, Haruyo sniffed his thumb with satisfaction, his face full of intoxication.
"Have you been to the police station before?" Haruyo asked suddenly. The man shook his head, "I never argue with others, I am not curious, and I have no sense of justice. Even if I see something harmful to nature, I just pretend that I can't see it, never act as a witness, and I don't talk too much."
"Oh..."
Haruyo seemed a little disappointed, "It's a pity. People have said that entering the kiln and the police station is an opportunity for a person to grow and learn. You missed the opportunity to see many new things, such as this!"
He showed the other party the bottle of strange liquid in his hand that he didn't know whether it could still be called wine.
“In the past, when we were at the police station, when we encountered suspects who were uncooperative, refused to speak, and dragged them to death, we would treat them to a cup of milk tea.
Many prisoners call this [judicial milk tea]. How to do it? As you can see, it means cutting your hair into pieces, throwing it into the milk tea, and then inviting you to drink it.
You know, those ghost inspectors and lawyers are very troublesome now, and they always accuse you of torturing suspects to extract confessions.
Those moves that used to make you smash rocks on your chest while holding a ledger, or make you accidentally fall when you go to the toilet are no longer useful.
That’s why we specially invite tough guys like you to drink this cup of [Judicial Milk Tea].
Don't look at the hair inside, but it actually doesn't taste that bad.
The most important thing is that after you drink it, milk tea and the like are naturally nothing. The main thing is those hair fragments that will hang on your intestines and stick to your stomach.
The better your gastrointestinal motility is, the tighter the hair will stick until it is like a steel needle, piercing into your intestinal wall, making you miserable.
Usually, you will inevitably have diarrhea when you eat something spicy or drink something cold. With all the hair in your stomach, you will be vomiting and having diarrhea after a while.
I've seen some tough guys who didn't say anything no matter how hard they were beaten, or even frowned no matter how hard they were beaten.
As a result, after buying them a drink, these bastards had diarrhea from night to morning. They lay there almost drowned in their own vomit and feces. They looked so miserable that they couldn't even recognize their mothers. ah. ”
Harushi said coldly, and Ma Xiaoyu and Yin Xiu who were standing aside felt a physical discomfort.
Not to mention the person sitting on the ground right now.
The strong smell of alcohol emanating from the mouth of the bottle, mixed with the sweet and greasy taste of cream, was right in front of the nose.
No matter how it smelled or looked, it looked like the vomit of a drunken man who drank too much. Just looking at it made him feel nauseous and his throat had acid reflux.
"You're not so good at playing, are you, brother?" the man said tremblingly.
"Where are you?"
Haruyo looked unconcerned, "They play judicial milk tea, which is just tea with milk. I'm different. I like to add wine, which makes it stronger and more ferocious."
When he said this, his face was flushed from the strong alcohol and the strong smell of alcohol in his mouth.
They all made the other party wonder whether Haruyo was already drunk. At this time, he could no longer demand and treat him according to ordinary people's behavior patterns.
In fact, not only him, but also Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu looked at him as if they were looking at a perverted murderer, with complex expressions.
Ignoring this, Haruyo chuckled, "Since you don't want to say it, then I'll buy you a drink first. We'll discuss it later when you are willing to say it."
"Brother, you should ask me questions first!"
(End of chapter)