The sin of wearing a crown

before entering this small single room.

Lynn mentioned to Bill that he and this Chan Ning had a relationship once, and hoped that the rest of the conversation would be dominated by him. Considering that there was no coincidence in the mystery, Mr. Squinted Eyes, who had already treated this matter as an extraordinary event, agreed to Lin En's request after careful consideration.

However, Beier still reminded Linn to be careful.

Even though Lin En already possesses good fighting ability, he still has a bloody experience with death row prisoners.

Regarding the two law enforcers in his small cell, Qian Ning still looked calm. If he hadn't moved his head slightly and simply looked at his eyes, both of them would have felt that his vision was hollow, as if they had ignored what they were looking at.

"Channing?"

Starting by calling out his name, Linn's right hand holding the cane touched the ground, showing a friendly atmosphere with a habitual smile.

"I know you."

Huddled in the shadows of the corner, looking at Lynn, Channing took a moment to recognize the gentleman who had given him a heads up. His voice was much slower than that of ordinary people, and at the same time it seemed like he was thinking hard. He used a voice that was twice as slow as normal. Chan Ning's eyes in the shadows seemed to brighten a little.

Just a little.

"Yes, but that's not important. What's important is that your next answer to us depends on whether you can successfully leave this terrible pigsty." Linn nodded, his tone brisk and easy-going, and the green hair under the brim of his hat His eyes never left Qian Ning's face.

"Is that important?" Qian Ning replied slowly.

"I think it's very important. You should cooperate with me. I think you won't make me feel embarrassed."

Lin En, who was smiling, stared at him without any doubt. After a moment, Qian Ning nodded, indicating that he would cooperate. Bill on the side hid his left hand behind his back. Unseen from Qian Ning's perspective, a ray of fluorescence flashed between the gloved fingers from time to time. The basic ability of the [Manufacturer] was being detected quietly.

Although Lin En behaved a bit forcefully at first, the following questions were almost chatty.

The young gentleman first chatted with Qian Ning about how the weather has been lately, what he likes to do, the first thing he should do when he gets his salary, and whether he has a crush on a girl. These questions don't sound nutritious at all, and they don't seem to be helpful to their investigation.

But Bill knew what Lynn was doing.

In the office, when the three teams were chatting, Linn mentioned some interrogation methods and techniques. For example, good cops and bad cops, or frame-ups that leave no traces, and some beatings that leave no scars. The lighthouse country's prisoner torture and interrogation techniques, which are far ahead of the world, were spread to the world by Lin En, an unscrupulous guy.

Now Linn is the baseline for testing Channing, to see how fast and loud he speaks when he is relaxed and nervous.

When talking about micro-expressions, Lynn also described this baseline in detail to Clark and Bill. After understanding it, both of them said that they would not be able to do it on the spot. Only those who are gifted at capturing facial expressions, or those like Lin En who use powerful memory for rapid comparative analysis, can detect whether a person is lying on the spot.

When Bill was detecting whether there was extraordinary power, he glanced at his companion.

He noticed that Lin En's expression became much more cautious without realizing it.

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"What? You can't measure his baseline? That doesn't make sense."

Outside the small single room, Bill couldn't accept Linn's answer. You must know that Linn tested him and Clark. The two of them tried hard to keep their expressions natural, but the young gentleman still accurately identified the baseline between lying and telling the truth during the chat.

The reason Bill couldn't accept it was that he and Clark actually lost to a child?

Lin En was still recalling that in his opinion, Qian Ning was not a troublesome pervert, an antisocial lunatic, nor was there such a thing as a dual personality. He was just simply numb.

"His emotional range is gone, and that's the trouble."

"How about I take over? How about I break off one of his fingers to test it?" Bill did not hesitate to come up with a bad idea. In this era, torture is very normal, and the human rights of prisoners mentioned by lawyers have not yet been recognized by the legal system. of attention.

"no."

Lin En immediately shook his head with a look of disapproval.

"I don't mean to underestimate you, Bill. However, if you change people rashly during the confrontation, it will only give the other party greater confidence."

"Is this a new theory?" Mr. Narrow Eyes suddenly lost his attention.

"Yes."

Linn continued to insist, and seeing this, Bill could only give up. He still believed in the little gentleman's mind, and based on Douglas's description, this Qian Ning was probably not afraid of torture. If he wanted to use physical torture to make him speak obediently, he would most likely fail.

Bill didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Lynn, it was about face.

"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll go find Mr. Douglas to talk about this guy's background and information. I've just checked, and he doesn't have any sexual aura on him. Unless his power far exceeds mine, otherwise he is An ordinary person. I don’t think a very strong extraordinary person would stay in this stinky pigsty for so long.”

"Leave it to me. I'm going to try [Flower Maker]'s soothing ability. He should be able to speak better in a good state."

Linn's flexible mind quickly came up with new methods. Before leaving, Bill fanned the air under his nose and wished him success.

It’s good to do whatever comes to your mind.

The highly mobile young man returned to the small single room. When Lin En's spirituality began to fluctuate and he was about to release the accelerating activity, Qian Ning's expression, which had always been very indifferent, changed.

"Interesting, are you scared?" Lin En, controlling her ability to be in a semi-activated state, moved her hand closer to Qian Ning.

"leave me alone."

Qian Ning ran from one corner to another with agility that was not in line with his body. He stared at Lin En's hand as if there was a bottle of deadly concentrated sulfuric acid on it.

"Tell me, Qian Ning, why are you afraid? This is just a blessing to cheer people up. Your fear is too strong." Lin En stared at Qian Ning. There was only so much room in the small single room. Where could the other party hide? It is impossible to escape from one's own control.

"Get away!" Linn responded with fear and pain.

"It seems we have to change the way we talk." Lin En canceled the promotion activity with a smile.

Channing immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second! Lin En stepped forward and slapped Qian Ning hard on the chest. The energy-promoting blessing was directly injected into the young man's body. Suddenly, Qian Ning looked like a grilled prawn, covering his head and kneeling on the ground with curls!

The prison guard William, who was standing far away from the cell, suddenly shivered all over, as if he heard a voice from hell. That sound was even more tragic than the first time a man entered prison and wailed in a passionate and in-depth exchange with his fellow inmates!