Chapter 207: The Real Interrogation Method—Extreme Psychological Pressure and Suggestion

At this moment.

Seeing the Boning Knife in Su Ming’s hand, Butcher froze for a moment, then instinctively swallowed, his throat tightening in a way he couldn’t explain.

His mind involuntarily began to replay those moments when he had used this very Boning Knife to sever the arteries of his prey, leading to their deaths by blood loss.

The despair on their faces before death, and the warmth of their freshly spilled blood, were still vivid in his memory. Was he now going to experience the same miserable end as his prey?

Just moments ago, Butcher had still been aggressive and vicious, but now, just seeing this rusted Boning Knife—the same knife he had used to kill twelve victims—caused a faint panic and tension to stir within him.

But Su Ming gave Butcher no chance to refute or beg for mercy.

He continued pulling items from the black plastic bag—an opaque blindfold and a filthy bundle of cloth from some unknown place.

Then he strode up to Butcher, and without caring about the man’s fractured jaw, grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his head down hard onto the interrogation chair’s tabletop.

“Ah———”

The intense pain from the pressure on his already broken jaw made Butcher scream uncontrollably, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.

But the next second.

The scream was abruptly cut off—Su Ming had stuffed the filthy cloth directly into Butcher’s mouth, rendering him incapable of speaking a single word.

At the same time.

He picked up the blindfold and covered Butcher’s eyes, preventing him from perceiving anything visually.

After doing all this.

Su Ming finally released his grip on Butcher’s neck, then turned to Liu Yang, Bai Yu, and Xu Changsheng—who, although aware of the plan in advance, were still visibly stunned—and raised an eyebrow slightly, as if helplessly.

“Brother Sheng.”

“Help me get Forensic Doctor Shen.”

“After I cut open Butcher’s radial artery, we’ll need to inject some anticoagulant to prevent the blood from clotting into a scab midway. It’d be a hassle to make a second cut.”

As soon as he finished speaking.

Xu Changsheng immediately understood, nodded to Su Ming, then deliberately made his footsteps loud as he left—just to let Butcher know… he had exited the interrogation room.

Now blindfolded, Butcher would rely on his hearing more than ever—especially under the current circumstances, when he was about to undergo what his victims once endured.

Every single sound in the room would now provoke countless imaginations in his mind.

Half a minute later.

Shen Lin, who had long received her instructions and had been waiting in the conference room, walked into the interrogation room with a medical kit in her right hand.

She adjusted the side of her gold-rimmed half-frame glasses with her left hand, then looked at Su Ming and asked softly.

“Shall I begin?”

Su Ming didn’t reply aloud—he simply gave a slight nod, plunging Butcher deeper into fear and darkness.

However, the sound of the medical kit’s clasps being opened rang clearly in Butcher’s ears, followed by the crisp snap of a medical ampoule being broken open.

Butcher’s throat began to contract repeatedly, a clear sign that panic was starting to set in.

After mixing two specially formulated psychiatric drugs into a syringe, Shen Lin, with the assistance of Su Ming and Xu Changsheng, administered the full dose via a rapid and rough intravenous injection.

At this moment.

With Butcher’s senses heightened, he could clearly feel…

A stream of icy liquid coursing through the veins in his left arm, sending chills through his entire body—so much so that even his teeth began to chatter.

Under normal circumstances.

Even with a rapid IV push, the medicine might cause some slight chill—but never to the point of chattering teeth.

Clearly.

Under the deliberate string of psychological cues from Su Ming and the others, the blindfolded Butcher kept replaying one terrifying thought in his mind—he was about to die a slow and painful death from blood loss.

This, without a doubt, magnified his fear to the extreme.

But for Su Ming, the setup wasn’t complete yet. He had to be absolutely certain that Butcher would spill everything he knew.

At this moment.

Su Ming tightly gripped Butcher’s right wrist. While reinforcing the suggestion through touch, he spoke in a calm, emotionless voice.

“Butcher, don’t worry.”

“I just had Dr. Shen inject you with anticoagulants, so once I cut open your radial artery, it won’t scab and close up midway by accident.”

“You’ll be able to feel your blood drain out and your life fade—just like your victims did.”

After he finished speaking.

Su Ming glanced at Shen Lin beside him and gave a subtle nod.

Pretending to tidy up the medical supplies, Shen Lin immediately took a bag of plasma from the medical kit and used the syringe tip to make a modest tear in it.

Meanwhile, Su Ming picked up the rusted Boning Knife and, carefully avoiding the radial artery and veins, made a deep cut on Butcher’s right wrist.

The amplified pain surged instantly through Butcher’s nerves, making him instinctively groan and whimper.

But with the filthy cloth still stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t utter a single word.

The next second.

A large stream of “blood” immediately oozed from the wound, covering Butcher’s wrist and starting to drip toward the floor.

“Drip—drip———”

Like a leaky faucet, each drop landed directly on Butcher’s nerves.

It was plainly visible now.

Butcher’s face grew even paler, his legs subtly trembled, and he swallowed more frequently.

He was scared.

Terrified… that he would be drained to death just like the prey he had once slaughtered.

But it was far from over.

Su Ming looked at the dripping blood and tapped the back of the Boning Knife against Butcher’s wrist, murmuring softly.

“This is too slow.”

“Butcher, let me help the blood flow a little faster. No need to waste time.”

With that said.

Su Ming immediately scraped the blade’s dull back across the already open wound.

The intensified pain made Butcher thrash and jerk violently, while Shen Lin used that moment to quickly invert the blood bag, letting the plasma drip faster onto the floor.

“Drip—drip—drip———”

The dripping sound clearly accelerated severalfold, and even the scent of blood thickened exponentially.

In that instant.

The heightened senses, the effects of the psychiatric drugs, the fear of the unknown, and the memories of watching his own victims bleed out—

All combined into a true torment that overwhelmed Butcher’s psyche.

His face turned ghostly white, his breathing ragged, his legs trembling, throat tightening—the thick psychological defenses he once relied on were crumbling, down to just one fragile barrier.

And at that moment—

A voice as calm and chilling as the devil himself whispered in his ear once more.

“Still too slow… let’s make another cut.”