A Divine Farmer

Chapter 170 - Let Go of That Man!

Zhang Xiaolong was making his second appearance in the interrogation room. His first visit had been on account of a murder charge, and now he was here for assaulting an officer and attempting to seize a firearm.

Reflecting on this, Zhang Xiaolong couldn't help but let out a wry chuckle. It seemed he was the type to get involved in serious matters!

Luckily, there had been plenty of witnesses both times. Otherwise, he might have ended up indefinitely confined to a dark cell.

As he stepped into the interrogation room this time, however, something felt off. The lighting was dim, casting a gloomy atmosphere that felt somewhat oppressive.

“Wait here for a moment; I'll find someone to take your statement,” Fu Yuan said before stepping out.

He soon returned with a cup brimming with water and offered it to Zhang Xiaolong, “Have some water.”

“No, thanks.” Zhang Xiaolong gave the cup a brief glance but didn't take it.

“You'll want it when you're thirsty later,” Fu Yuan insisted, pressing the cup into Zhang Xiaolong's hands. “Drink up!”

Zhang Xiaolong eyed the cup thoughtfully, then brought it to his lips for a sip, his brow furrowing slightly.

Noticing that Zhang Xiaolong had finally taken a drink, a smug look crossed Fu Yuan's face. He stood, approached, and said, “If you're so reluctant, then don't bother drinking.”

He snatched the cup back and strode out of the room.

Zhang Xiaolong's expression grew stern. He was certain the water had been tampered with, laced with a drug that induced hallucinations. But such substances had no effect on him—after all, he was a descendant of Shennong, the legendary figure in medicine.

While pondering Fu Yuan's intentions, the interrogation room door swung open again. To Zhang Xiaolong's surprise, the entrant wasn't Fu Yuan but the gaunt man he had encountered at the villa the previous night.

“You don't seem to be a cop,” Zhang Xiaolong observed cautiously.

“I'm certainly not,” the man replied, his face twisting into a chilling smile as he produced a dark blue crystal ball. “I've come to rescue you. Look into this, and you'll see your past and future. Remember, only I can save you. I am your deity…”

Zhang Xiaolong narrowed his eyes. “Are you my god?”

“Indeed, I am your god. My commands are divine directives. Now, think back to what you did yesterday. Do you comprehend?” The gaunt man swayed the crystal ball.

Zhang Xiaolong's gaze followed the movement of the crystal ball. “Understood.”

“Who am I?” The gaunt man asked with a haughty air, as if he had truly transformed into a deity.

“You're a god…” Zhang Xiaolong's voice was indistinct, but then his eyes snapped up, his piercing look seeming to penetrate the man's soul. “You're insane!”

The skinny man, poised to savor the sensation of adoration, was abruptly taken aback by Zhang Xiaolong's outburst. Astonished, he exclaimed, “You drank the water, how could this be…”

“Who are you? Why are you trying to hypnotize me?” Zhang Xiaolong wasn't about to reveal anything, instead fixing the man with a predatory stare. “Did you also hypnotize Wang Zongming and Su Mei?”

“Somebody help, there's going to be a murder!” The skinny man reacted quickly, dashing towards the exit.

He was fast, but Zhang Xiaolong was faster. In an instant, he was in front of the man, his arm extended to grasp the skinny man's throat. “Tell the truth, or do you think you can still leave?”

“This is a police station; you wouldn't dare kill anyone!” The skinny man rasped, eyes brimming with loathing. “Moreover, crossing me will bring you no good fortune. I am a messenger of the gods… Ah…”

“A messenger of the gods?” Zhang Xiaolong reached out and snapped the man's arms. “Seems you're missing a pair of wings, aren't you?”

The man let out a sharp cry of pain. As Zhang Xiaolong exerted his divine power, he silenced the man's screams; no sound could escape, no matter how hard he tried.

The eerie silence left the self-proclaimed deity horrified, his face contorting with shock. He was certain he was alive, yet he couldn't utter a sound. His eyes were a mix of panic and incredulity.

“For now, you've only lost your ability to speak. If you refuse to disclose the truth, I'm not opposed to introducing you to other forms of agony,” Zhang Xiaolong said icily, his gaze unwavering.

Although the gaunt man was frightened, he refused to submit so easily. His eyes darted to the camera in the interrogation room.

“You think someone else might see what's happening here?” Zhang Xiaolong chuckled. “You're underestimating Captain Fu. If he's gone to the trouble of setting up this room, why would he allow the events within to be observed by outsiders? If he were that careless, your affairs would have been exposed long ago. So, have you decided to come clean about everything?”

Zhang Xiaolong had identified this man as a key figure the previous night and had been contemplating how to draw him out. To his surprise, the man had eagerly leapt into the fray today, sparing Zhang Xiaolong the effort.

Everyone, including the enigmatic woman, had shown their faces publicly. A simple inquiry to Su Mei would reveal the woman's identity.

Yet, Zhang Xiaolong suspected that not even Su Mei or Wang Zongyi were aware of this man's existence. And considering his “intimate” connection with Su Mei, it was a matter worth contemplating.

Despite this, the man clearly had no intention of cooperating. Knowing he couldn't make a sound, he abandoned his efforts and simply glared silently at Zhang Xiaolong.

“Do you really think that's going to cut it?” Zhang Xiaolong knew the man's demeanor was only because he hadn't yet experienced the ‘treatment' he deserved. Grasping the man's arms, he pressed gently.

With the application of a mysterious technique, the agony of dislocated bones and torn flesh instantly intensified on the gaunt man's body.

If he had previously thought Zhang Xiaolong was merely bluffing, he was now utterly convinced. This method could indeed inflict suffering a hundredfold worse than death.

He didn't believe his captor would dare to kill, but at this point, he found himself wishing for Zhang Xiaolong to end his life swiftly, to halt the relentless pain.

But such hopes were in vain. Under this excruciating torment, the man couldn't even take his own life.

“Ready to talk now?” Zhang Xiaolong had no sympathy for someone like him. “If you're still not ready, be prepared for an even more excruciating experience.”

Suddenly, the skinny man found the pain had vanished, and he could speak again. Yet, he was devoid of any desire to scream for help, instead savoring the brief respite from agony.

Just as Zhang Xiaolong was about to say something else, the door to the interrogation room swung open. Zhang Xiaolong inwardly cursed; he had overlooked such a crucial detail.

He had assumed that no one would come in before the gaunt man left, but clearly, he had misjudged the situation.

However, it wasn't entirely his fault. The thin man had indicated as much, but Fu Yuan had an urgent matter to attend to and had to come in, disrupting Zhang Xiaolong's plan.

“You… Why…” Fu Yuan paused, then quickly regained his composure and drew his pistol. “Freeze, release that man!”