After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

In a special place like the interrogation room.

His eyes were tightly blindfolded and he could not see any pictures, which undoubtedly put great psychological pressure on the butcher. He could only rely on other senses of his body to judge the current specific situation.

But if you do this.

In an instant, the sound of blood dripping in his ears, the smell of blood lingering on the tip of his nose, and the pain coming from his wrist became increasingly clear and tense.

Followed by.

The butcher subconsciously remembered that Su Ming had just walked to the back of the interrogation room and turned off the camera, as if he had already planned to torture him to extract a confession.

And...the picture of the prey that had been bled to death by himself, the kind of desperate struggle in pain.

Now the butcher felt some indescribable empathy. Hearing the ticking sound that was getting faster and faster, he even seemed to feel it very clearly...

The right wrist was cut open with a bone-deep wound, and bursts of severe pain were being felt. The blood dripped on the ground and formed a small river.

The butcher became frightened and began to have that uncontrollable panic.

His body began to tremble continuously, and his lips seemed to have lost too much blood in a short period of time. They looked extremely pale and frightened. He kept trying to shrink back, but was firmly detained in the interrogation chair.

But in fact.

The wound on the butcher's right wrist had already solidified on its own due to the action of platelets. Only the blood bag held by Shen Lin was still dripping blood rapidly.

But the blindfolded butcher had no way of knowing this situation.

He only felt that the artery in his wrist had been cut open, and blood was continuously pouring out of his body and dripping on the ground.

And due to the excessive blood loss in a short period of time, he might be about to die, just like those prey that had been bled to death.

If he didn't tell that information, he might die in the interrogation room in the next second, or in the next minute.

fear.

It’s the fear of the unknown and death.

......

at this time.

Su Ming, who was standing nearby, keenly judged that most of the butcher's seemingly solid psychological defense had been damaged.

All it takes is a stronger stimulus, and the butcher will probably reveal everything completely.

Mental oppression, fear of the unknown, and the pain of just waiting for death.

Although this method does not belong to the Great Memory Restoration Technique, it is obviously very useful when facing people like the Butcher, as it can dig open his mouth that is as hard as a stone.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Ming's rather plain voice sounded immediately.

"It's better to slow down the flow and make another cut..."

This sentence.

The butcher was stunned for an instant, and even the trembling of his body stopped. However, it was not that he suddenly lost fear, but instead became even more frightened.

Because Su Ming's rather plain voice was as terrifying as a devil in his mind, making the remaining wall of his psychological defense already in pieces and on the verge of collapse.

You know, even he... had never chosen to cut a few new wounds on the prey because of insufficient bleeding.

Moreover, he did not blindfold the prey's eyes to make it feel this true despair.

Devil, this is the real devil.

For the first time, the Butcher felt from the bottom of his heart...that there was someone more suitable for the code name of The Butcher than him.

at this time.

The butcher suddenly and clearly felt the freshly cut wound on his right wrist.

The feeling of cold metal came again, as well as an extremely clear sense of pain when pressed, and even...a slight rough feeling of rust.

Then, before he could express anything, a force of cutting, pressing, and opening wounds immediately came from the wrist, first touching the head and heart.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-"

The sound of blood splattering, which was already very fast, actually became significantly faster, lingering in the entire interrogation room with great clarity.

The butcher's already fragmented psychological defense completely collapsed at this moment, and he began to struggle with all his strength, and kept whining.

Even under the opaque eye mask, there were some traces of tears.

Under this kind of mental and psychological pressure, even the butcher, who had dozens of lives in his hands and was so cruel that it was unimaginable, began to collapse and lose control of his emotions.

cry?

For the butcher, this is an unfamiliar word.

But now... he couldn't control his emotions at all. He was afraid, he was really afraid, of his constantly bleeding wrist and the unknown death.

this moment.

Seeing the butcher's current state, Su Ming just nodded slightly, but there was no emotion at all, because all this was within his expectations.

No matter how tough, brutal and unwilling a criminal is to cooperate, it is difficult to resist this triple torture and suggestion from the spirit, psychology and body.

Moreover, the more a murderer is a butcher and the more he has seen the tragic conditions of people before death, the more afraid they will be of walking on the same path, especially of dying by their most commonly used killing methods.

Pulling out the dirty cloth from the butcher's mouth, before Su Ming could say anything, the emotionally broken butcher immediately spoke in a hoarse and trembling tone.

"Officer Su."

"I said, I said, I said everything!"

"Please don't cut me anymore, I really beg you not to cut me anymore!!!"

The butcher’s words of begging for mercy.

Everyone present looked at Su Ming in unison, with amazement and admiration in their eyes. They didn't expect that the butcher's mouth could be easily pried open in this way.

The most important thing is... this is not an orthodox memory recovery technique at all. The wound on the butcher's wrist has already scabbed and stopped bleeding, and the previous sound of dripping water came from the blood bag.

There was almost no physical harm, it was all mental and psychological oppression.

Su Ming reached out his hand first, took the blood bag held by Shen Lin, nodded and signaled slowly.

"Forensic Doctor Shen."

"Get a tourniquet and tie the blood vessels above the wound to stop the bleeding."

"When the butcher explains everything, and then takes him to deal with the fractured jaw, he won't die for the time being."

The voice fell.

Shen Lin immediately took out a yellow tourniquet from the medicine box and tied it to the upper part of the butcher's left forearm.

Su Ming also pinched the tear of the blood bag slightly to slow down the dripping sound slightly, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked aloud.

"Okay, butcher."

"The blood flow has slowed down, and the situation will not get worse for the time being."

"But I want to remind you that you lost a lot of blood just now. If you don't deal with it quickly, something might happen, so don't waste my time."

"Tell me, the leader of your organization - K, what is his true identity?"

this problem.

The butcher was stunned for a moment, then leaned his head slightly and replied tremblingly.

"I...I don't know K's identity."

Su Ming frowned, and then said without any hesitation in a tone that sounded like a demon in the butcher's mind.

"do not know?"

"It seems you still don't want to say it. Forensic Doctor Shen, take the pulse band..."

Before Su Ming could finish speaking.

The butcher, who had no cloth to cover his mouth, immediately struggled in fear, and then continued in a hoarse, trembling voice.

"Don't, don't, don't let go of the tourniquet."

"I really don't know, I don't know what K's true identity is."

"However, I know... I know there is information about witches and ghosts. I can help you find them. I may be able to help you find them..."