Chapter 208 The Psychological Defense Line Completely Collapsed, Please Don't Cut It Anymore

In a special place like the interrogation room.

With his eyes covered tightly and unable to see any images, the butcher was undoubtedly under great psychological pressure. He could only rely on other senses of his body to judge the current specific situation.

But if this approach was adopted.

Instantly, the dripping sound of blood in his ears, the smell of blood lingering on his nose, and the pain from his wrist became clearer and more tense.

Then.

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.

And... the scene of the prey that had been bled to death by him, the despair of the painful struggle.

Now the butcher felt some indescribable empathy. Listening to the increasingly rapid dripping sound, he even seemed to be able to feel it very clearly...

The right wrist was cut open with a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, and waves of severe pain continued to come. The blood that gushed out dripped on the ground until it formed a small river.

The butcher began to be afraid and began to panic uncontrollably.

His body began to tremble constantly, and his lips seemed to have lost too much blood in a short period of time, looking extremely pale and horrified. 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 long been coagulated and stopped by the action of platelets. Only the blood bag held by Shen Lin was still dripping blood rapidly.

But the butcher, who was blindfolded, had no idea of ​​this situation.

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

And because of 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 those information, he might die in the next second, or the next minute, in the interrogation room.

Fear.

This is the fear of the unknown and death.

......

At this time.

Su Ming, who was standing next to him, made a sharp judgment that the butcher's seemingly solid psychological defense line had been broken for the most part.

It only took a stronger stimulus for the butcher to tell everything.

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

Although this was not a method of great memory recovery, it was obviously quite useful for people like the butcher, and could dig open his mouth, which was as hard as stone.

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

"It still flows a little slower, let's cut another hole..."

This sentence.

The butcher was stunned in an instant, and even the trembling of his body stopped, but he was not suddenly not afraid, but even more terrified.

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

You know, even he...did not choose to cut a few more wounds on the prey's body because of insufficient bleeding.

And he did not blindfold the prey to make it feel this real despair.

Devil, this is the real devil.

For the first time, the butcher felt from the bottom of his heart... There was actually someone more suitable for the code name of Butcher than himself.

At this moment.

The butcher suddenly felt clearly that on the wound that had just been cut on his right wrist.

There was a feeling of cold metal and a very clear pain of pressing, and even seemed to have... a little rough feeling of rust.

Then, before he could even express anything, a force of cutting, pressing, and cutting the wound came from the wrist again, reaching the head and heart.

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

The sound of blood dripping, which was already very fast, was obviously a few points faster, and it lingered very clearly in the entire interrogation room.

The butcher's already shattered psychological defenses collapsed completely at this moment, and he began to struggle with all his strength, and he kept making whimpering sounds.

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

Under this double pressure of mind and psychology, even the butcher who had dozens of lives in his hands and was unimaginably cruel began to collapse and lose control of his emotions.

Cry?

This word was unfamiliar to the butcher.

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

At this moment.

Looking at the butcher's current state, Su Ming just nodded gently, but there was no emotional fluctuation at all, because all this was within his expectations.

No matter how tough, cruel and unwilling to cooperate the criminals were, it was difficult to resist this triple torture and suggestion from the mind, mind and body.

Moreover, the more murderous a butcher is, the more he sees the miserable state of people before they die, and the more he fears that he will follow the same path, especially dying by his most commonly used killing method.

Pulling the dirty cloth out of the butcher's mouth, before Su Ming could say anything, the emotionally collapsed butcher immediately said in a hoarse and trembling voice.

"Officer Su."

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!"

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

The butcher begged for mercy.

The others present all looked at Su Ming at the same time, their eyes full of amazement and admiration. They didn't expect that they could really use this method to easily pry open the butcher's mouth.

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

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

Su Ming directly reached out and took the blood bag held by Shen Lin, nodded and gestured slowly.

"Forensic Doctor Shen."

"Take a cuff and tie the blood vessels above the wound to stop the bleeding first."

"Wait until the butcher has explained everything, and then take him to treat the broken jaw together. After all, he won't die for the time being."

As soon as the voice fell.

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

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

"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 just lost a lot of blood. If you don't deal with it quickly, who knows what will happen, so don't waste my time."

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

This question.

The butcher was stunned for a moment, then slightly leaned his head and answered with some trembling.

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

Su Ming frowned, and then used a tone like a devil in the butcher's mind without any emotional fluctuations, without any hesitation.

"Don't know?"

"It seems that you still don't want to say, Shen, forensic doctor, take the pulse cuff..."

Before Su Ming finished speaking.

The butcher, who had no cloth to block his mouth, immediately struggled in fear, and then hurriedly continued in hoarseness and trembling fear.

"No, no, don't release the cuff."

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

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