A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The prisoner actually managed to break free of his restraints.

Liu Ming was startled and almost reflexively activated the hundreds of Five Thunder Talismans in his sleeve!

He fixed his eyes.

The prisoner who was holding his hand had somehow raised his head.

The arrogance, ferocity, and ruthlessness that had been on that face, now covered in an unidentified liquid, had vanished without a trace.

Instead, there was an expression that was a mixture of extreme longing, humble pleading, and a kind of almost pious fanaticism.

His chapped lips trembled violently, and with all his might, he forced out a hoarse, tearful, almost pleading voice from his throat:

"Give...give it to me..."

"Please... let it... bite me again..."

"Just one bite... then give me another bite..."

"I...I haven't had enough...I want more..."

"Please... let me have one more time... I'll tell you everything... really... I'll tell you everything..."

His fingers, gripping Liu Ming's wrist, turned white from the force, and his eyes were filled with a humble, pitiful, yet terrifyingly burning desire.

It was like a person dying of thirst in the desert seeing the last drop of sweet spring water.

No, it's even worse than that.

That look in his eyes was like an addict seeing drugs, a hungry ghost seeing delicious food, or a lecher seeing a stunning beauty.

Liu Ming felt a chill run down his spine from that look in his eyes, and goosebumps instantly rose on his arms.

He abruptly shook off the prisoner's hand as if shaking off something dirty, and stumbled back several steps, hiding next to Ji Zuodao.

Looking at Ji Zuodao with lingering fear, he whispered:

"Brother Ji... isn't this mosquito... a bit too potent?"

Ji Zuodao's lips curled into a faint, predictable smile.

"How is it?"

"I told you so."

"A sophisticated interrogation is one that makes him unable to hold back any longer, begging you to spill all the dirty secrets he knows, embellishing them as if he wanted to reveal even the secrets of his ancestors."

"That's more interesting."

His smile grew even brighter and more harmless.

"Look, isn't that it...?"

"Has the verdict been reached?"

The prisoner, as if he had finally found the right person, scrambled to Ji Zuodao's feet, clung tightly to his leg, and smeared his snot, tears, sweat, and saliva all over the expensive-looking trench coat and trousers.

"My lord! My lord! What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything! I won't keep a single word to myself!"

He tilted his head back, his expression contorted, a mixture of extreme humility and a morbid longing, his voice hoarse as he pleaded:

"Please... that feeling just now... just once more! I feel so uncomfortable all over!"

The prisoner felt like he'd only peed halfway when, suddenly, it got stuck! He couldn't go up or down, feeling like a hundred claws were scratching at his heart, every bone in his body was pricking him!

Ji Zuodao looked down at the large patch of unidentified water stains that had quickly spread across his trouser leg. His brows furrowed instantly, and his face was filled with undisguised disgust.

"Damn it! Get away from me! You've got it all over my pants! This material is expensive!"

He raised his foot and kicked the prisoner hard in the shoulder, as if kicking a stray dog ​​blocking his way.

The prisoner rolled around several times, getting covered in dust.

But instead of being annoyed, he seemed to have received some kind of reward, and excitedly got up again, bowing and scraping:

"Yes, yes, yes! You're right, sir! I am your dog! I'll bite whoever you tell me to bite! Woof! Woof woof!"

After saying that, he actually got down on all fours, imitating a dog, and ran back, obediently lying down at Ji Zuodao's feet.

It even turned its head and bared its teeth fiercely at the judges and other investigators who were dumbfounded, making a low growl in its throat, as if defending its master's territory and warning others not to come near.

Its appearance and demeanor were exactly like those of a well-trained, fiercely protective dog.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Ji Zuodao was amused and slapped his thigh, laughing out loud. He turned to Dog Master, who was lying next to him yawning, and teased him:

"Look at him, Dog Lord! Look at him! That awareness, that attitude! That's what a dog should be like! You're just a 'lord' at best, and I still have to serve you."

Dog Lord lifted one eyelid, his expression chilling:

"You brat, are you itching for a beating?"

Ji Zuodao chuckled, didn't respond, and gently nudged the prisoner beside him who was looking at him expectantly with his toe:

"Alright, good boy, you're a good dog. Come on, tell me everything you know, whether you should or shouldn't. If you do, you'll get a reward... you'll be well taken."

"Alright! Just you wait and see, sir!"

Upon hearing the word "reward," the prisoner's eyes lit up, more excited than a wild dog that hadn't eaten for three days and was seeing a bone.

He's now spilling the beans, not only revealing all his crimes, his accomplices, and the whereabouts of his ill-gotten gains, but also exceeding his quotas and behaving very positively.

"Grandpa! The boss in our organization, he's my dad! My biological father!"

"I know he drinks a cup of ginseng tea before bed every night. I'll drug him! Just tell me whether you want him knocked out and tied up, or just kill him and drown him in the river. I guarantee I'll handle it perfectly and won't cause you any trouble!"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

The act of mourning in the ancestral hall is considered a great act of filial piety.

I've seen people betray their friends for personal gain, and I've seen people sacrifice pawns to save their chariots, but this guy who volunteered to put righteousness before family and even offered a one-stop service of "knocking him out and killing him" is truly an eye-opener.

Especially when the prisoner said this, his expression was so sincere and earnest, and his eyes were so loyal, as if poisoning his own father was some kind of glorious and worthwhile job that everyone would rush to do.

The referee standing to the side had his face twitching wildly, and subconsciously activated his spell "Discern Right from Wrong".

The information returned by the spell made his already complex expression even more intriguing—

That bastard is telling the truth! Every word is true! Including the part about wanting to kill his own father, that was so sincere, without the slightest bit of reluctance!

What kind of filial son is this?!

Ji Zuodao nodded in satisfaction, reaching out to stroke the prisoner's messy, dog-nest-like hair, as if rewarding a pet that had completed a difficult task:

"Good boy/girl. Here, this is your reward."

With a thought, the dark red blood-winged mosquito silently landed again and gently bit the prisoner on the other side of his neck.

"Ughh ...

The melodious, winding moans, tinged with extreme pleasure and a sense of relief, pierced the silent sky once again.

The prisoner slumped down like a lump of mud, as if all his bones had been removed, and then began to writhe, twist, and roll violently and joyfully on the ground.

His expression was ecstatic, and he was drooling, as if he had reached the pinnacle of bliss.

All the investigators, regardless of gender, shivered, a chill running from their tailbone straight to the top of their head.

That's fucking terrifying!

This method goes beyond simple torture to extract confessions.

This is to directly erase, crush, and flush down the sewer everything that makes a person human, including their dignity, personality, ethics, family ties, and all the things that make them human!

That mosquito was incredibly venomous.

It is fast-acting, highly effective, and extremely addictive.

Compared to this stuff, drugs are like mild desserts. It's like the difference between "Viagra" and "veterinary drugs for estrus"!

fine……

This terrifying thing is in the hands of our investigators from Bureau 749.

The moment the thought of relief crossed everyone's minds, their gazes involuntarily fell upon Ji Zuodao, who was in the center of the room with a joyful smile, watching his "beloved dog" frolic.

Then, everyone felt a sudden jolt of unease.

and many more……

This guy seems to have some ulterior motives.

It's more than just wrong!

This is completely off-topic!