Chapter 1569 Laoganma Chili Noodles

"It's just a dream, don't be afraid." Zhang Yu felt Wen Qiong's trembling body and subconsciously raised his hand to hug her.

"Yes." Wen Qiong responded softly, feeling the man's warm chest and gentle arms, her heart became more at ease.

This feeling has never happened before. This feeling couldn't help but make people feel at ease, and it also made people feel comfortable, making her never want to leave this man's arms again.

In an empty room.

Ye Buli was lying on the cold ground. He had been shocked by electric shock and had lost consciousness.

With a "wow" sound, Ye Buli shuddered suddenly and opened his eyes.

Only then did I realize that my face and body were wet with cold water.

"You're awake!" A man in patrol uniform said in a cold tone.

Ye Buli had seen this person before, the same person who shocked him with an electric baton before. Next to the patrolman, there were two other patrolmen standing. One of them had a can in his hand, and he didn't know what was inside.

"Wake up." Ye Buli said a little worriedly.

To be honest, this was the first time he had enjoyed this kind of treatment. In his opinion, is this a police patrol interrogating prisoners? How does it look like those government officials on TV interrogating prisoners?

"Where have all those people gone?" the patrolman asked coldly.

"I don't know." Ye Buli said innocently.

"Are you uncooperative?" The patrolman's voice became darker.

"I really don't know, where is the lack of cooperation?" Ye Buli said bitterly.

"Okay, it seems that if I don't give you some clues, you really don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has." The patrolman said, and immediately gave the patrolman next to him a wink.

The patrolman nodded immediately, squatted down, and reached out to unbuckle Ye Buli's waistband.

Ye Buli was horrified and asked eagerly: "What are you doing? I...I know how to poop..."

Is the waistband of his pants casually unbuttoned? Ye Buli was even worried whether the patrolman had any special hobbies.

"You have a lot to think about, but I don't have that hobby. Hahahaha..." The patrolman said this, and he actually smiled evilly.

Ye Buli felt anxious and said hurriedly: "Then... what are you doing to unbutton my belt..."

"It's nothing." This time it was the patrolman holding the can and bottle who said, "I just want to stuff some good stuff into your ass."

"Good stuff." Ye Buli trembled and said, "What good stuff can there be?"

"Laoganma chili noodles, who knows who is spicy?" The patrolman holding the can reached out and grabbed a handful of chili noodles from the bottle.

It's said to be chili noodles, but it's not much different from chili oil. He licked it with his mouth, and then made a "tsk tsk" sound, "It's strong enough and spicy enough. One spoonful is enough for the next bowl of rice. It's a bargain for you."

"Oh my god" Ye Buli almost didn't cry.

At this moment, the patrolman who was unbuttoning his trousers had completed his task and was about to take off Ye Buli's trousers.

Ye Buli had never experienced this before and hurriedly shouted: "Don't, don't tell me, I'll tell you."

"Are you really telling a lie?" the patrolman who spoke before asked coldly.

"Speak really, really say, say anything." Ye Buli said with a tearful voice.

He was not a steel warrior, and he did not need to be tortured. As soon as he heard the punishment, he accepted it.

The patrolman nodded with satisfaction and said: "Send him over. But be honest. If you dare to deny it again, don't blame us for being rude. By then, it will be too late for you to regret it!"

"Okay. I must be honest," Ye Buli said with a frown.

Another patrolman tied up his belt and dragged him up from the ground.

The person holding the can of chili pepper wiped the chili oil that had just touched his hand on his mouth and said, "Have a taste."

Ye Buli was unprepared. Even if he was prepared, he wouldn't be able to do anything in this situation.

As soon as the chili oil touched his mouth, it made him cry. It was so spicy.

"Does it taste good?" the patrolman asked.

"Not bad." Ye Buli said with a cry.

At this moment, he already had runny nose and tears.

"Since it's good, let's try it again." The patrolman said with a smile.

"No, no, no." Ye Buli shook his head.

The entrance to the room is a large iron door. The patrol officer who spoke first took out a black cloth cover from his pocket, put it on Ye Buli's head, and then escorted him out of the room.

After walking out, there is a corridor, and soon you come to the stairs.

Ye Buli couldn't see anything, so he could only follow others and go up the steps.

After going up, you have to walk down a corridor, then go up the stairs again. As he walked, Ye Buli calculated the direction of his action. Even though he couldn't see anything, this guy could vaguely remember how he walked.

After walking two floors in a row, they came to a room. Just like last time, Ye Buli was forced to sit down before someone took off his hood.

Just looking at it, I saw that the room was the same as last time, and I was also locked in an iron cage. There is a long table in front of it, and four patrol officers are sitting behind it.

However, at this moment, Ye Buli's heart moved and doubts arose.

"Something's wrong," Ye Buli muttered secretly in his heart.

How smart he was. The room he was locked in just now had no windows at all. It was dark and damp, and the floor was wet and cold. It didn't look like a detention room at all.

You know, I didn't act like this when I was in the prison cell.

Where is this place now? Patrol room or patrol room?

I wear a hood everywhere I go, so I can't see anything on the road. If I was just wearing a hood on the way here, that would make sense. Is it really necessary to go somewhere else? His previous crime was not serious, just minor injury, but now he is at best a prison escape, like a multiple criminal.

Moreover, he clearly remembered that when he arrived, he only went up two floors before entering the interrogation room.

I just went up three floors to get here. There is no difference in the rooms, so they probably haven't been changed. Could it be that places like the patrol main room and patrol room also have basements?

It shouldn’t be.

"Ye Buli, should you say it now? Where have those people gone?" the tough patrolman opposite asked loudly.

"This." Ye Buli groaned deliberately, sizing up the patrolman across from him.

There are black curtains here, so you can't tell the difference between day and night, and the light is not particularly bright. Plus, it's a bit far away, so you can't see as clearly as if you were seeing someone at close range.

But judging from his face and outline, Ye Buli felt that the other person didn't look like a public official. There was a vicious look on his face, and he didn't look like a good person. At most, he is just wearing a suit of leather.

"What are you waiting for? Come on!" the tough patrol officer urged again angrily.

The patrolman standing behind Ye Buli raised his hand and touched the back of his head again.

"Snapped!"

"Come on! Do you want to try Lao Gan Ma's chili noodles?"

"I said, I said." Ye Buli said hurriedly: "After I escaped from Tangniu Mountain, I was picked up by Mo Daguang, the veteran of Shangqingguan. I really don't know where the others went. If you don't believe it, , you can ask Mo Daguang and you will know."