Chapter 208: Psychological Defense Completely Collapses, “Please, Don’t Cut Me Again”

In a place like the Interrogation Room, with his eyes tightly blindfolded, completely unable to see anything, the psychological pressure on Butcher was immense. He had no choice but to rely on his other senses to judge the current situation.

But doing so—

Made the sound of blood dripping in his ears, the stench of blood at his nose, and the pain from his wrist all the more vivid, tightening every nerve in his body.

Then—

Butcher instinctively recalled how Su Ming had just walked to the back of the Interrogation Room and deliberately turned off the recording camera—clearly planning to use torture from the beginning.

And… the faces of those prey he had once bled to death, the agonized and hopeless struggles.

Now, Butcher found himself, inexplicably, feeling the same.

Listening to the accelerating dripping sound, he could almost clearly feel—

That the wound on his right wrist had been cut so deep it reached the bone, waves of sharp pain rushing in, fresh blood dripping bit by bit onto the ground, slowly pooling into a small stream.

Butcher began to panic, the kind of fear he couldn’t suppress.

His body trembled uncontrollably, his lips—drained of blood—turned deathly pale in horror. He kept trying to shrink back, but was firmly strapped to the interrogation chair.

But in truth—

The wound on Butcher’s right wrist had already clotted thanks to the platelets in his blood. Only the bag Shen Lin held continued dripping rapidly onto the floor.

But with his eyes blindfolded, Butcher had no way of knowing this.

He truly believed… the artery in his wrist had been severed, blood still gushing from his body, falling to the floor.

And because of what he thought was massive blood loss, he believed he was dying—just like the prey he’d once drained to death.

If he didn’t speak now, maybe in the next second, maybe in the next minute, he would die right here in this Interrogation Room.

Fear.

It was fear of the unknown and of death.

…

At this moment—

Su Ming, standing beside him, keenly observed that Butcher’s seemingly solid psychological defenses were already mostly shattered.

One more hard push, and Butcher would probably spill everything.

Psychological pressure, fear of the unknown, and the pain of awaiting death—

Although this didn’t technically fall under the Greater Memory Restoration Technique, for someone like Butcher, it was clearly effective—enough to pry open even a mouth sealed like stone.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Ming’s flat, unfeeling voice rang out again.

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

That sentence—

Made Butcher freeze in place, even his trembling stopped. But not because he was suddenly unafraid—he was more terrified than ever.

Because Su Ming’s calm voice echoed in his mind like a devil’s whisper, and the last wall of his psychological defense was now shattered, on the verge of total collapse.

He knew—even he had never reopened a wound on his prey just because the blood wasn’t flowing fast enough.

And he had certainly never blindfolded them, forcing them to feel this kind of true despair.

A devil. A real devil.

For the first time, Butcher genuinely felt… there was someone more worthy of the name “Butcher” than himself.

And at that very moment—

Butcher suddenly, clearly felt that on the wound just cut into his right wrist—

There was once again the cold sensation of metal, an intensely sharp pain from pressing down, and even… the rough texture of rust.

Then, before he could even react, a cutting, pressing force split the wound at his wrist again, the pain shooting straight to his head and heart.

“Drip—drip-drip—drip-drip———”

The sound of blood dripping, already rapid, became noticeably faster, echoing vividly throughout the Interrogation Room.

Butcher’s already shattered psychological defenses collapsed completely in that instant. He began to struggle with all his might, letting out continuous muffled whimpers.

Even beneath the opaque blindfold, there were faint traces of tears.

Under this dual pressure—mental and psychological—even someone like Butcher, who had dozens of lives on his hands and was unimaginably cruel, began to break down and lose control.

Cry?

That word was almost foreign to Butcher.

But now… he simply couldn’t control his emotions. He was scared—truly terrified—of his bleeding wrist and the unknown death looming ahead.

At that moment.

Watching Butcher’s current state, Su Ming merely nodded slightly, his face void of emotion, for everything was unfolding exactly as he had predicted.

No matter how tough, vicious, or uncooperative a criminal might be, they couldn’t withstand the triple torment and suggestion of mental, psychological, and physical pressure.

What’s more, the more someone like Butcher had killed, the more he had seen the agony of death—and the more he feared suffering the same fate, especially by his own preferred method of killing.

Su Ming pulled the filthy rag out of Butcher’s mouth. Before he could even speak, the emotionally broken Butcher immediately cried out in a hoarse, trembling voice.

“Officer Su!”

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk, I’ll say everything!”

“Please don’t cut me again—please, I’m begging you, no more cutting!!!”

Butcher’s pleas for mercy—

Made the others in the room glance at Su Ming in unison, eyes filled with shock and admiration. None of them had expected he could actually pry open Butcher’s mouth with such a method.

Most importantly… this wasn’t even a proper Greater Memory Restoration Technique. The wound on Butcher’s wrist had already scabbed and stopped bleeding long ago. All that dripping had come from a blood bag.

There was almost no real physical harm—everything had been pure mental and psychological pressure.

Su Ming reached out and took the blood bag from Shen Lin, nodding slightly as he calmly instructed:

“Forensic Doctor Shen.”

“Get a tourniquet and tie off the vessels above the wound to stop the bleeding.”

“Once Butcher confesses everything, we’ll get his jaw fracture treated too—he’s not going to die just yet.”

With that—

Shen Lin immediately pulled a yellow tourniquet from the medical kit and tied it around Butcher’s left forearm, just above the elbow.

Su Ming also lightly pinched the opening of the blood bag to slow the dripping slightly. He narrowed his eyes and asked:

“All right, Butcher.”

“The bleeding has slowed. Things won’t get worse for now.”

“But let me remind you—you’ve already lost quite a bit of blood. If you don’t get treated soon, who knows what might happen. So don’t waste my time.”

“Talk. Your organization’s leader—K—what is his real identity?”

At that question—

Butcher froze, dazed for a moment, then lowered his head slightly and trembled as he replied.

“I… I don’t know K’s identity.”

Su Ming frowned, then without a trace of emotion—his voice like the devil’s in Butcher’s mind—he stated coldly and without hesitation:

“You don’t know?”

“Looks like you still don’t want to talk. Forensic Doctor Shen, remove the tourniq—”

Before Su Ming could even finish—

With his mouth no longer gagged, Butcher immediately began struggling in terror and hastily cried out in a hoarse, trembling panic.

“No, no, don’t take off the tourniquet!”

“I really don’t know! I don’t know what K’s real identity is!”

“But I know… I know information about the Witch and the Ghost. I can help you find them. I might be able to help you find them…”