novelraw Chapter 912: Smoke Grenade
Chapter 912: Smoke Grenade
The scene and sounds in the interrogation room were synchronous, and as Zhang He and the others listened to Ling Feng’s words and saw his actions, they were all dumbfounded.
"What kind of interrogation technique is this? Holding hands the moment you disagree?"
Even the assassin was clueless, not knowing what Ling Feng was up to.
However, unexpectedly, after a moment, Ling Feng turned his head to look at the one-way glass of the interrogation room and said loudly, "That actor isn’t at the award ceremony. He should be in the room marked 301 on the floor below and probably not dead yet!"
"Ah?"
The detectives outside heard this and were stunned.
Zhang He looked at him and said, "Don’t be surprised, I trust my brother’s methods. Hurry up and arrange for someone to go find him!"
"Okay!"
Upon hearing this, the detective nodded and took out his phone.
Of course, the police hadn’t all left. They had already dispatched additional personnel to control all exits, were checking every individual attending the ceremony, and at the same time, looking for the missing actor.
As the call was made to notify them, the assassin in the interrogation room revealed a look of shock and asked Ling Feng stammeringly, "How... how do you know?"
While speaking, he struggled to pull back his hand, seemingly realizing something.
But sadly, Ling Feng’s grip was like a vice, and he couldn’t break free.
Ling Feng, however, smiled and said, "So you can speak Huaxia after all?"
"..."
The other party froze, realizing he had just slipped up!
However, Ling Feng didn’t continue to question about this topic but instead smiled and said, "You can remain silent now. No need to say anything. I’ll find out what I want to know through my own searching!"
After saying this, his Mind Soul Art scanned the other person’s mind once more!
This was a new function that Ling Feng had discovered: as long as he was physically in contact with someone, his consciousness could enter the other person’s consciousness, allowing him to find the answers he wanted in their mind.
He had realized this ability only after interacting with Ling Ling.
It now seemed like this skill was incredibly useful!
Although Ling Feng hadn’t asked about the other party’s background, purpose, or about his accomplices, Ling Feng’s words had already carried an implication, ensuring the assassin would think about it.
Indeed, upon hearing Ling Feng’s words, the assassin’s mind immediately conjured up a scene that occurred before entering the award ceremony.
It was a scene where he and his accomplices intercepted the attending actor on the way and changed looks in his car.
After seeing this, Ling Feng realized that it wasn’t this person who had practiced the Art of Disguise, but another man!
That man had salt-and-pepper hair, sharp eyes, and quickly took out a prepared mask from the car, changing the looks of this assassin in front of him in no time.
"Quite the impressive skill, virtually indistinguishable from the real thing!" Ling Feng inwardly exclaimed. He then nonchalantly asked, "What’s the name of that guy who made the masks?"
Right after asking, Ling Feng got the answer: "Ito Jiro."
"Where is that person now?" Ling Feng continued to ask.
He was interrogating here, but the people watching from the outside were totally confused.
They only saw Ling Feng speaking while the other party remained completely dumbfounded, not saying a word.
But clearly, Ling Feng had already gotten the answers he wanted!
People didn’t know what was going on but looked at Zhang He with puzzled expressions.
Zhang He, on the other hand, looked proud and was beaming with joy.
Ling Feng was awesome, and he felt the glory reflecting on himself as well.
Just then, the detective on the phone exclaimed in surprise, "The person’s really in room 301 downstairs!"
"Ha ha, I told you so, my brother’s abilities are very formidable!" Zhang He laughed proudly.
Even the usually calm Chen Murong was a little bewildered: "How did he do it?"
Zhang He looked at her and said, "Auntie, better not to ask. Who doesn’t have some secrets?"
"But this is too amazing, knowing what he’s thinking without him speaking. Is this mind-reading?" Chen Murong asked.
"It does seem like mind-reading indeed!" Zhang He nodded.
Ling Feng didn’t stay long in the interrogation room and came out after just over ten minutes.
As he left, the assassin’s face had turned pale, with cold sweat beading on his forehead!
He had realized something from Ling Feng’s gaze, which was why his appearance had changed so drastically.
Ling Feng indeed knew a lot, and his quick departure had its reasons.
After stepping out, Ling Feng said to Zhang He, "Let’s go. The commotion earlier was just a smoke bomb, aimed at diverting attention!"
"Ah? What’s going on?" Zhang He was confused for a moment.
Ling Feng didn’t say much and turned to speak to Chen Murong, "Auntie, Miss Zheng’s safety won’t be an issue now. Those people only did that to create an impact, and now that they’ve moved on, they won’t harm her anymore!"
After that, without waiting for her response, Ling Feng looked at Zhang He and said, "Let’s go!"
"Mr. Ling, please wait!"
The detective from Harbor Island hurriedly stepped forward, "What happened, do you need our help?"
"No need, I’ll contact you if necessary. This matter doesn’t concern the police!"
After saying this, Ling Feng left without turning back.
Seeing this, Zhang He quickly reassured the detective, "Don’t worry, we won’t cause any trouble!"
After that, he immediately followed after Ling Feng.
The detective knew the two were from the Mainland Security Bureau, and since their levels were different, he was very interested in knowing what they were planning but had no authority to demand answers.
So he could do nothing but give up reluctantly and turned to Chen Murong, "Mrs. Zheng..."
"Thank you for everything the police did today. If there’s nothing else, my daughter and I will head home now," said Chen Murong.
"That’s fine, I’ll have someone escort you home."
Chen Murong shook her head, "No need, I’ve already arranged for someone from the company to come over. There’s no need to waste police resources."
After she left, the police turned to each other, unsure of what to do now, and then remembered they still hadn’t decided how to handle the assassin!
Although Ling Feng had gotten information, Harbor Island police were without audio and video recordings, and without a written statement, everything that had happened earlier was futile.
"Forget it, the man’s psychological defenses have collapsed. Let’s ask one more time!" The detective said helplessly and shook his head as he walked into the interrogation room.
Ling Feng and Zhang He quickly descended the stairs and hailed a taxi.
After getting in, Ling Feng said to the driver in a serious tone, "Mong Kok!"
"What are we going to do there?" Zhang He asked.
Ling Feng looked at the road ahead, "You’ll naturally find out when we get there."
"For crying out loud, you’re still keeping secrets at this time. Can you not make me anxious, please?" Zhang He said angrily.
Glancing over at him, Ling Feng’s lips curled into a smile, "Don’t be so nervous; it’s nothing serious. We’re just going over to stir the pot and teach some people a lesson, that’s all!"