CHAPTER 381: CHAPTER 307: TORTURE (ADDITIONAL CHAPTER 4/6 FOR ALLIANCE LEADER "PANDA321222")_3

"No," Yu Shujun glanced at the other person’s spread legs, "bring your legs together."

Wen Nan lowered his head to glance at his own legs, then looked back at Yu Shujun, "I’m afraid that’s not very convenient."

Yu Shujun couldn’t understand how simply pulling in his legs could be inconvenient, so he reached out with the electric baton in his hand, pressing it against the outside of Wen Nan’s thigh, ready to use force to help the other person bring his legs together.

Wen Nan’s thighs had gone numb and immobile, suddenly hit by the hard baton—painful yet itchy—he gasped in a breath of cold air, instinctively raised his hand, and grabbed the baton, blurting out, "Hey! Don’t move!"

An unintentional remark, yet it acted as a clear command, and instantly triggered the effect of the golden control pattern.

The golden control pattern possessed the highest level of authority in the gaming world, and its associated commands evidently took precedence over the interrogation tool set in the instance system.

For a moment, Yu Shujun’s body couldn’t move, but one hand still held the baton. Wen Nan’s tugging on the baton forced Yu Shujun to lose balance and fall onto Wen Nan.

The baton, moving across Wen Nan’s legs, made his former "wood" become "root" in an instant. Wen Nan’s heart tightened, and he hurriedly reached up to grab the baton in Yu Shujun’s hand, pulling it towards him.

Yu Shujun, unable to move his body and already unstable, was toppled over by the loss of the baton from his hand.

Wen Nan instinctively raised a hand, wanting to catch the other, as the warning sound from the baton echoed in his ears—

[Detected malicious behavior from interrogation target attempting to seize interrogation tool! This is deemed a severe provocation and resistance! Instance system judges to increase penalty strength!]

Before the warning finished, an urgent "crackling" of electricity came from the baton in Wen Nan’s hand, paralyzing his arm, and the baton fell to the ground, while the "bracelets" that had just loosened bound him anew, drawing him back into a "big" position.

With Wen Nan’s hands no longer supporting him, Yu Shujun’s body went limp and he fell between Wen Nan’s legs.

Wen Nan, unable to move, glanced down between his own legs, "Investigator sir, you’re not trying to force a confession from me in this way, are you?"

"Get up quickly, like this I might actually be coerced into confessing."

Yu Shujun coldly raised his eyes to look at him, "Don’t play games with words."

"If not games with words, can it be verbal sparring?"

Only then did Yu Shujun realize the awkwardness of his current position, his mouth almost touching the glow of the [Silver Star].

With the control pattern’s effect released, Yu Shujun stood up, warningly looking at Wen Nan, "If you provoke the investigator again, beware the baton has no eyes, and the system has no mercy."

Wen Nan shrugged, glancing at the countdown in his mind, realizing the halftime was almost over—this "interrogation" likely needed to finish quickly, so he really didn’t drag on further.

Since the other side wanted to hear the details, Wen Nan vividly recounted the situation in the bathroom that night.

On hearing about the "water pipe," Yu Shujun’s brows slightly furrowed, "She... together?"

Wen Nan, recalling how previously he and Lv Qingqing were in Lv Xiaohong’s bedroom and Yu Shujun had acted against Lv Qingqing, guessed Yu Shujun did not favor such shared-space situations, hesitated to nod, then defended himself, "At that time, Wu Qing was turned away from me, I really had to hold onto her, it was quite inconvenient."

At this, Yu Shujun asked again, "She was facing away from you the whole time?"

Wen Nan nodded, not understanding the issue, but seeing Yu Shujun’s previously furrowed brow suddenly relax, decided to nod once more,

"Yes, always in the ’卜亻’ position."

The shadow on Yu Shujun’s face cleared away, he nodded, "Continue."

Wen Nan grew ever more uncertain of the other’s thoughts, but since the investigator liked to listen, he didn’t mind sacrificing some of his privacy, cleared his throat, and began narrating the details.

Yu Shujun flipped his wrist and the baton that had fallen returned to his hand.

The man on the sofa earnestly described those indescribable scenes, Yu Shujun listening with a face growing redder, his gaze unconsciously focusing on a specific area, his eyes showing an ambiguous look.

This size, simply comparable to the baton in his hand...

Thinking this, Yu Shujun gripped the baton in his hand tighter and tighter, until the warning "crackling" sound came from it.

Wen Nan, immersed in storytelling, didn’t notice the investigator’s odd reaction until an unusual sensation from his waist made his abdominal muscles tense, looking down to find the investigator pressing the baton against his [Silver Star]’s glow.

"Did I say something wrong, Investigator sir?" This time Wen Nan was truly puzzled.

Yu Shujun did not respond, his gaze fixed on Wen Nan’s waistline.

Earlier, at the staircase, the half-done task, uncompleted, now, in this enclosed audio-visual room, with the identity of a system investigator, Yu Shujun suddenly had the courage, wishing to press on.

Taking a step forward, Yu Shujun stood firm between Wen Nan’s legs, slightly bending over, one hand reaching into the glow of the [Silver Star]...

Wen Nan’s muscles tensed instantly, his face showing a trace of panic, "Hey, you—"

Pa!

Just as Wen Nan opened his mouth to say a word, Yu Shujun swung his arm, the baton in his grip horizontally across Wen Nan’s neck, forcing him to lift his face and swallow back the words.

The two were now so close that Yu Shujun could clearly see every subtle expression on the man’s face in front of him.