[Comprehensive] Open your mouth and take medicine!

Bear boy, you are so arrogant, do your parents know?Oh, I forgot, uncle must know and feel deeply. "Actually, you don't need to worry about my psychological index." It's really clumsy to change the topic.And I'm already a puddle of mud, so I don't need to worry about anything at all.

And the complete opposite is that what he needs to worry about is his own psychological index. I don't think he is the one who can escape unscathed after walking into the darkness. There is something on it, "What is it?"

"Direction sign." He put me on the ground, "or something like a direction sign, with words on it."

"Read it to me." I said to him, but he didn't speak. After a long time, I heard the guy say, "I'm a policeman." The implication is that he intends not to accept the division of labor made by this game, and think for himself these things?Although it's very Assassin is also very good, but brother, can you think about why this guy gave a division of labor?Or do you think you are mentally strong enough to bear the lives of two people alone?

"Read it to me." I emphasized my tone, panting like a dog when I spoke a little harder, "Do you know about pressure?"

"What?" He turned his face, "Of course I know." He frowned and looked like he was thinking hard. It was too difficult for him, and he couldn't understand the logic of that person—it wasn't me If you want to brag, only I can do it here.Because I am of the same kind as that madman.

"The same force applied to a larger area will have much less pressure than a smaller area, and the pressure will be the same. There are no masters or scanners to measure the psychological index, so you can only use it according to your own pressure. Judging by actions, aren’t you used to it?”

"Neither..." His voice sounded a little strange, and after a long while I heard him read: "Cain was Abel's brother, and on that day at the sacrifice Cain sent the produce of the earth, and Abel sent a selection of suckling sheep, and God took Abel's sacrifice and did not favor Cain, so Cain murdered his brother in the land." He paused, "He asked who was wrong gone."

"Cain killed Abel because of jealousy." I gasped, "Most people would think it was Cain's own fault, just like God said 'If you do well enough, you will also be favored and recognized .'"

"Ordinary people?" He repeated my words sharply.

"This story tells us that God loves meat." I laughed.

"Hello!" You could tell from the voice that he couldn't laugh or cry.

"God is wrong! Cough cough cough..." I yelled, and a door opened from the left—or rather, the holographic projection was cut off, revealing the entrance to go deeper. "Next, you should come and shout out the answer. I feel like my lungs have eloped with my trachea."

He recited me without saying a word, "Are... are you sure it's the answer?" He didn't seem to believe me, so I shook my head, "You don't want to hear my deduction process."

"..."

"Mr. Ginoza, although you may feel disgusted when I say this, but now, please trust my judgment completely?" I don't know how long it will take for my state to disappear, but this "game" is definitely not It's as simple as, "Sorry for dragging you into this."

He didn't speak, walked forward, stopped in front of the entrance, I could hear him swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and then stepped into the darkness ahead, the light here was still very dim, as if in the thick black There are countless dangerous traps that can be fatal at any time.

Humans are phototropic animals. If they stay in the dark for too long, their bodies and minds will lose the ability to think rationally due to excessive pressure. What's more, we have to endure another heavy pressure now-the constant countdown Looking at the life-time explosive device, I asked him, "You must be thinking right now 'this guy might be a potential offender,' right?"

He was silent for a while, "Without Heber's judgment, I would not doubt a person because of this kind of thing."

"Is it?" This is really his answer - completely trust Sieber's judgment.The more you believe in something, the more serious the stimulation will be when it collapses—I seem to be beginning to understand why that person brought him here.

It's not just me he wants to see.

"What do you mean you brought me into this?" I heard Nobumoto Ginoza ask.

"Have you seen The Silence of the Lambs?" I didn't answer him, but asked him if he had seen the movie.

"What?" His reaction was obviously that he hadn't watched it before. According to the world view of this world, this movie should be harmful.

"Don't read it if you haven't seen it," I sighed. "Dr. Hannibal asked Clarice in prison: If you rescued the girl, would the lamb in your heart stop screaming. Under the cloth For people in this bureau, you are that girl, that lamb."

"What?" He seemed to be trying to turn his head, and I said, "Don't turn your face away, I will kiss you." I should be lying on his back now.

His neck froze for a moment, "Really, I'm still in the mood to joke around in this situation."

I smiled, and then coughed to death, "Nobumoto Ginoza, I have experienced the same situation once. That time, I was with my colleagues, seniors and friends. We got out of the trap, but he failed. Survive, he is the lamb that keeps screaming in my heart."

"You mean, if you can get me out of here alive, the... um, lamb, inside of you, will stop screaming? Are you feeling guilty about your co-workers?" he asked rhetorically.

I didn't answer him, this bureau is not to make the lamb in my heart stop crying like screaming, but to make it scream louder-"The welfare of the Public Security Bureau is very good?" I asked him like this.

"Well, it should... wait, don't change the subject."

"Why don't we talk about something else? This road looks longer than I imagined. Mr. Ginoza Nobumoto, you are so handsome, why don't you have a girlfriend? Could it be~~~" I said meaningfully The tone is elongated, giving enough room for imagination.

"..." He was silent for a long time, and replied in a voice that seemed to turn from embarrassment into anger: "If you are joking again, I will..." He "just" couldn't say the second half of the sentence for a long time.

"Don't be angry, anger will make the color cloudy."

"Whose fault do you think this is?" Well, this textbook-like arrogance.

"It's mine."

"..."