Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 29

"Be quiet, we are doing bad things, keep a low profile, keep a low profile. It's rude to make noise when there are many people." Qingchuan smiled and looked at the ferocious face of the middle-aged man.

The waiter next door seemed to have gone out to change the dishcloth. Qingchuan glanced at the middle-aged man, picked up the chair and the person on the chair, took his bag, walked out of the door very calmly, walked to a room that had been cleaned, and moved the unconscious handsome man.

If the system had a heart, it would beat out of his chest, but Qingchuan was extremely calm from beginning to end, and completed the task in a little more than three minutes at most while the waiter was changing clothes. The sound of cleaning sounded again next door, and it had changed from the left to the right, but Qingchuan looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

The system silently added background music in my brain, the mysterious and terrifying water piano sound.

The middle-aged man didn't know what was happening, he was still struggling. If you knew that, you might be a lot better behaved.

Soon, the waiter went to change the rag again.

Qingchuan put one of the opponent's fingers into the round hole of the cigar cutter.

"Where did you buy this cigar cutter? It looks very sharp. Okay, let's continue."

"You knew you were committing a crime, but did you realize it was wrong? Do you regret it?"

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and nodded stiffly, with a pleading expression on his face.

Qingchuan's smile suddenly turned cold, "You're lying to me, I don't like this answer that goes against my will. ... I don't want this finger anymore." He pressed his finger, and the middle-aged man's face instantly turned pale, and he shook the chair desperately. But he couldn't move it at all, and the only sound in the air was the sound of his nose breathing heavily.

system:......

It watched as Qingchuan cut a deep incision on the opponent's finger, sprinkled it with the salt packet he carried for some reason... and even tricked the opponent into cutting off the finger.

"Now, have you realized your mistake and regretted it? Think carefully before answering. You still have nine fingers."

The middle-aged man nodded his head tremblingly.

"If you were given a chance, would you still do these things?"

Feeling that something was stuck in his thumb, the middle-aged man trembled, shook his head frantically, and shed miserable tears.

"Does it count?" Qingchuan asked the system in his mind.

"Forget it." The system's voice was a little weak.

"Why didn't the evil thoughts or evil spirits come out? ...Eh?" Just as I was thinking about this, I saw a black shadow floating on the middle-aged man's body. He rushed out of the door very quickly and was caught by the system. Live, just crush it.

So easy? Qingchuan regretfully took back his cigar cutter and turned on the recording equipment.

"Now, tell me everything you have done. Remember, I don't like to be deceived or concealed."

"Host, are you going to let him go like this? In his case, there is no evidence. If there is no victim to come forward to testify, the law will be helpless against him. There are also those lawyers who help the evildoers, who are black and white, and are the best at finding loopholes in the law. , he becomes even more emboldened." The system was still a little indignant when thinking of the persecuted men and women on the phone.