[Comprehensive] Open your mouth and take medicine!

Combined with the perfect security measures in this world, I think the channel through which I ordered dangerous items such as magnesium powder should be found out soon, so I quickly moved to... ...Well, the lower floor of the otaku's room—there is no one in this family, and I tied up someone in the same way. As for the otaku...I gave him food, so he shouldn't starve to death.

I took out a dry and tasteless sandwich from the package—it tasted like white flour steamed buns sprinkled with salt and monosodium glutamate, it was even more evil than tasteless—I took a bite, and the naked little beauty never woke up— —Could it be that I didn't pay attention to the dosage, so he couldn't wake up for a while?

I don't think no matter how experienced hounds are, they won't think that the person they are looking for is right under their feet when searching.After waiting for a while, Spectacle Boy finally woke up. He was a little dazed at first, probably because the effects of the medicine hadn’t passed. Then he immediately found himself stripped naked and thrown on the bed. His body was only covered with a rag. She was still tied up, and her mouth was sealed with tape.

"Hiss... I was wondering if I should at least leave you a pair of socks or a tie..." Noticing that his expression was still that disappointingly serious, I shrugged my shoulders, "What should I do? Well..." His index finger stroked his lower lip, "The more you put on this expression, the more people want to do something unreasonable to you." Then he showed an evil smile that you don't need to look in the mirror, his His expression turned slightly blue, and finally calmed down quickly.

"You must be very strange, why did I go to such lengths to kidnap you, right? In fact, it doesn't matter if I tell you," I took out a switchblade from my pocket, and flicked it away with a "da", " I'm not an antisocial personality, I just want to get something from you..." He seemed to be trying to adjust his breathing.

Stockholm syndrome, generally speaking, in psychology, there are four necessary conditions for this kind of psychology, the most important of which are two, one is to make the other party realize that his life and death are completely controlled by the perpetrator, and One is to give small favors and small favors in a timely manner—young people in this world are very poor in stress resistance, and a little adjustment|teaching will cause outbreaks of M or Stockholm Syndrome.

For example, the otaku upstairs who was just taken away by the police.

Human beings can be domesticated. No matter how technology changes, some things flowing in human genes will never change. If you look at various literary works of human beings for thousands of years, you will find that this poor, upright The way animals think when they walk hasn't changed fundamentally until modern times.

"Your companions came just now, and they easily found the place where I bought the equipment, but they didn't seem to think that someone would dare to do this kind of thing under their noses, if they searched the building a little bit, They'll find you - ah, do you feel pain in your hand? Sorry to take some human tissue - if your companions are smart enough, then they should realize that my message to them is not 'this person has dead' rather than 'this person is alive'."

I put the blade on the face of the bespectacled boy with a disappointed expression. I deliberately let the surveillance camera outside the door capture the picture of me leaving with a cleaner's clothes and carrying a large bag of garbage, and then flashed back here.

It was an interesting psychological battle, I sat down next to him, he was tied up in a shameful position, it's been ten hours since I kidnapped him, he should feel thirsty and need water by now, ether It does a lot of harm to people. He should feel no appetite, but he will definitely need to drink water.

"Need some water? By the way, no one will notice you even if you yell out loud. The sound insulation effect of this building is superb." I squinted my eyes and tore off the tape on his mouth, and he coughed He tried to get up twice, but the torn clothes that covered him slipped off as soon as he moved, so he had no choice but to give up this behavior. I unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip by myself, and then brought the water to his mouth, "Drink it , not poisonous." He stared at me for a long time, and then his eyes stayed on the bottle mouth, turned his face away from the tough guy and didn't speak.

"I just want to ask you something, don't be so uncooperative." I smiled and twisted the bottle cap, "And if you want to get up, you can just say it, I checked all over your body, even the fingernails I haven’t seen or touched it, so there’s nothing to be shy about.” He coughed loudly, “You!” He glared at me.

"...I originally wanted that cute little girl, but the guy next to her was too difficult to deal with, so he set his sights on you. It's also a kind of fate. Don't be so angry." I patted his head, " Then, Mr. Police, I would like to ask you a question, during your tenure, have you ever dealt with beautiful artworks, such as sculptures, paintings, handicrafts, etc... um, homicide cases."

His expression changed slightly, "I have nothing to tell you." His expression was really serious, not only serious but also a little gloomy.

"Do you have a dog?" I smiled and scraped the blade. "Not only do you have a dog, but you don't have a lover. You live alone... I like to play with landscape plants, but I pay attention to my own cleanliness and appearance..." I touched myself The softer part of the lower lip - I like this touch very much, and it can also focus my thinking, "I was depressed for some reason in my childhood... Maybe it was discrimination or rejection... Well, it was probably because of my family. Relationship..." Every time I said a word, his expression became ugly, and I sighed, "As a result, he developed a strange, almost paranoid self-esteem, and he didn't want others to question his values..."

His expression changed a few times when he started talking, but then he seemed to be trying to adjust his state, he just closed his eyes and stopped talking, and then I heard a grunt, I just ate a sandwich, so this is definitely not My voice, I smiled and moved my eyes to his abdomen, he curled up directly as if trying to avoid my sight, I took a sandwich out of the package and put it to his mouth, "Do you want to eat it? It tastes really bad though."

He didn't say a word and ignored me—what a tough guy, I sighed, "You forced me, beauty." Putting the knife aside, I took out the bag I found in the otaku's room Some evil sniffing toys - well, I'm definitely not thinking about the weakling in front of me, it's just that using this is much more effective than chopping off a few fingers and toes without harming the NPC's physical health.

"Let's play a game, beauty, how many gears do you want to use?"

He finally couldn't calm down, and reprimanded loudly: "You pervert! Devil!" I took out a mirror and showed him my expression, "He shouted pervert and devil, but look at yourself, The pupils constricted, the complexion began to turn red, sweating, and the muscles tensed—could it be...beauty, you are actually...excited?" Once again, he licked his lips with a smile that was once evaluated as evil by several friends in the boudoir.

His face was even more ugly, and he was struggling, so I turned him over and pressed him on the bed.How should I put it, his expression is a little humiliated—hate, this kind of expression like a delicate little flower that has been torn by a strong wind...

"The last tens of seconds, tell me what I want to know... Ah, actually, I don't want you to figure it out so quickly. After all, this kind of interesting little game can help relieve psychological pressure-your mental state doesn't seem to be It looks so good, has it been suppressed for too long? Big sister, I completely understand..."

"Ten." Turn on the electric switch of the toy in your hand.

"Nine." Turn up the toy adjustment switch in your hand one by one.Listening to that growing sound was stressful enough even if it couldn't be seen.

"Eight." Put the ♂ toy on his neck, slowly move down the spine, and increase it by one stop every time it moves a short distance.

"Seven." Moved to the back.He seemed to be trying to control his body's reactions.

"Six." Sliding down his back to his waist, he had already started to tremble.

"Five." The little toy reached into the rag covering his buttocks and raised a little.He started to make a sound like he was about to cry—brother, don't do this...I can't play anymore.

"Four……"

"What exactly do you want to know?" Hey, why do you feel a little crying?

This is a good boy.I turned off the small toy in my hand, "During your tenure, have you handled any cases related to beautiful artworks, thefts that provoke the government, or murders with anti-social tendencies are fine."

This brat, if he cooperates earlier, he will be fine.