Regarding human expressions, Meng Shaoyuan has always believed that he is the only top-level expert in this era.

No one can lie to themselves!

No one is exempt.

When he arrived at the 174th Division, the division commander Wang Zanbin was already waiting there.

"Director Dai sent you?"

As soon as he saw Meng Shaoyuan, Wang Zanbin didn't even say a polite word.

"yes, I ......"

"I know, I know." Wang Zanbin is definitely an anxious person, and without waiting for Meng Shaoyuan to finish speaking, he grabbed him: "That guy is definitely a big guy, hurry up, see if there are any clues, don't let him die, that ...... By the way, what's your name? ”

Meng Shaoyuan couldn't cry or laugh: "Meng Shaoyuan." ”

"Okay, Meng Shaoyuan. Hey, I said are you sure? ”

"I'm not very sure, but there are still seven or eight points."

"Done!"

Wang Zanbin gave a thumbs up.

A wounded man lies in a makeshift room.

This is the Japanese soldier Nakasa, right?

"That's him!" Wang Zanbin pointed at the wounded.

This one......

Meng Shaoyuan was stunned for a moment.

Micro Expressions...... Right...... That one...... Right......

The so-called micro-expression is to accurately analyze whether what he says is true or false from a person's face and movements, judge his inner activities, and reveal psychological secrets.

Meng Shaoyuan is an expert, of course...... He needed to see the man's face...... Even if it's the person's body part.

If there is such a person in front of you, from head to toe, bandaged like a dumpling, what do you think?

Lying motionless on a hospital bed like a dead man, what do you think?

The person in front of you is.

Moreover, he was even tied to the bed and couldn't move.

Meng Shaoyuan was dumbfounded.

"Who's that...... That's him. ”

Wang Zanbin was full of interest: "What's your name?" No matter, let's try it, the sooner you ask, the better. ”

Your sister!

How the fuck is this?

"I'm not very sure, but there are still seven or eight points."

This is the bull that Young Master Meng just bragged about.

The cow that has been bragged by himself will be blown with tears in his eyes.

"Master Wang." Meng Shaoyuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "He can't even speak, right?" ”

"It should be possible, consciously." Wang Zanbin quickly replied: "When he came to his senses, he made a 'whine' sound, his body struggled desperately, his wounds burst, and it seemed that he was bent on dying there." If I want to live, I have him tied up. ”

Meng Shaoyuan didn't want to speak, he just wanted to be alone.

Calm down.

"Trial, you can start the trial."

Wang Zanbin kept urging on the side.

How to judge?

Will you interrogate me?

Meng Shaoyuan stiffened: "Senior Master Wang, this person ...... The situation is more special...... I need a quiet environment, I don't need it, no one to disturb me...... You help me get some food and drink, and a few packs of cigarettes. ”

"Done."

Although he was a little dissatisfied with not being able to interrogate immediately and get the desired result immediately, Wang Zanbin still agreed.

Meng Shaoyuan moved a stool and sat down next to the Japanese soldier Zhongzuo.

The eyes of the Japanese, who were exposed outside the gauze, were tightly closed, and they did not know whether they were continuing to be unconscious or if they did not want to open their eyes.

Who bandaged it?

Is it necessary to wrap it up like this?

"You say, what's good about fighting?"

Faced with a difficult challenge that he had never encountered before, Meng Shaoyuan still decided to give it a try: "So many people have died, Chinese, Japanese, men, women, ......"

What sounds like a pointless question is actually a tentative attack there......

The Japanese did not react at all.

It's no wonder that his body is so tightly bandaged, tied to the bed, and his eyes are still closed, can he see what is analyzed?

Meng Shaoyuan spoke Chinese before, but when the other party did not react, he suddenly changed to Japanese: "I really miss Japan......"

It's moving!

Nakasa's eyelids moved.

He could hear, and he was awake.

"Kaiseki cuisine in Kyoto...... Osaka's skewered shrimp ......" Meng Shaoyuan said one by one.

Still no response.

"Tokyo's Lobster Roll ......"

It's moving!

Nakasa's eyelids moved again, just like the reaction he had just had when he heard Japanese.

There's a good chance he's from Tokyo!

"Grilled crispy bread wrapped in Osaka skewered shrimp ......"

Meng Shaoyuan deliberately said it wrong.

The muscles of the lower part of the eyes that were closed tightly moved.

"Oh, no, I remember wrong." Meng Shaoyuan immediately changed his words: "In the lobster roll, it should be lobster meat and crab meat......

Well, the eyebrows moved slightly.

Okay, now there's a control.

When he said it wrong and didn't guess correctly, the muscles under the corners of his eyes would show contempt...... And when he said it right, he moved his eyebrows in approval......

Faces speak.

The eyes will give you the answer too.

No matter how much you try to hide yourself, the activity of your heart will always be reflected in a certain part.

Mouth, nose, eyes...... It's possible at any site.

In the case of references, the following becomes a little simpler.

Meng Shaoyuan's mind was trying to think about everything related to Tokyo.

"Tokyo Bay keeps me at peace...... Nihonbashi should be the place with the best traditional Japanese culture......"

Meng Shaoyuan said the places that came to mind one after another.

Nakasa didn't say anything.

He's from Tokyo, but not interested in these places?

Didn't affect him in the slightest?

Meng Shaoyuan was not discouraged, but kept saying one place after another related to Tokyo: "...... By the way, there is also Asakusa, which is said to have inherited the spirit of the last samurai of the Edo period......"

It's moving!

The muscles under Nakasa's eyes move!

That's an expression of contempt!

Asakusa, to put it nicely, is adhering to the spirit of the last samurai in the Edo period, in fact, it is a mixture of dragons and snakes, and most of the people living in Japan are small people, down-and-out samurai.

Nakasa doesn't look down on this place at all!

Well, all the poor and backward places can be left without saying.

Akihabara, Shibuya, Shinjuku......

Meng Shaoyuan continued to guess one by one.

When it came to "Chiyoda", Nakasa's face changed again.

His eyebrows twitched.

Chiyoda!

Why does this place make him appreciate it so much?

What attracted him?

There, there is a place that is extremely sacred to the Japanese:

Palace!

Something to do with the Royal Palace?

Meng Shao had never been to the Japanese Imperial Palace, and neither had his teacher Yuria Yamashita.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't know anything about the Japanese Imperial Palace.

But this is not difficult for Young Master Meng.

One word:

Weave!

Meng Shaoyuan began to imagine China's Forbidden City and the imperial palaces he had seen in movies and television in the past.

Nakasa's reactions gradually became more frequent.

All are contempt.

If he can speak now and is willing to speak, he will definitely tell Meng Shaoyuan:

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You've been to the palace, and you're familiar with the palace!" Meng Shaoyuan changed to Chinese, and muttered to himself: "What do you have to do with the palace?" You ......"

Nakasa's eyelids blinked quietly unnoticed.

Fuck, this guy can understand Chinese!