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

With the competition at this point, both intellectual duels were a foregone conclusion, and Jinghai had secured first place in both.

But this time, the investigators from various branches had a completely different mindset than at the end of the first session.

The first match was frustrating; I felt resentful and unconvinced.

This time...

Hey, I'm impressed, really impressed.

Why?

Look—

First of all, the people of Jinghai have a refined and sophisticated style!

There's a bugged dog that can read minds and copy answers directly, but they say they don't need it.

What's that called? That's called style! That's called the confidence to "crush you all without even needing to cheat"!

The second, and most important, point is that Jinghai's interrogation methods are damn effective!

These phrases like "Sir, you didn't want to either...", "Roulette betting on Kun Kun", and "Happy Dog Set Meal"... which of them can be learned from the "749 Bureau Interrogation Standards Manual"?

Which of these things can those bespectacled, slow-talking psychological counselors in the bureau teach you?

Some things can only be learned through practical experience, explored in the gray areas, and figured out on your own through repeated trials of "this is illegal but it's fucking effective."

Think about it, do you really expect a highly respected senior colleague in the bureau to pat you on the shoulder and say earnestly:

"Young comrade, interrogation requires methods and approaches. Maslow's hierarchy of needs and cognitive dissonance theory are all nonsense. Come on, let me teach you—see that whip soaked in salt water? Strike his buttocks, hard! Strike until he confesses everything about his ancestors!"

This is utter nonsense!

Some things should never be exposed; some unspoken rules should never be brought into the open.

But this guy from Jinghai not only stirred things up, but he did it in all sorts of creative ways, and he did it with a straight face.

On the stage, the directors and deputy directors of each branch bureau had faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

Let's not even talk about how Jinghai gained the upper hand in the two consecutive verbal battles.

The key issue is that their own investigators have completely gone astray.

Oh dear, what a terrible thing to do.

Well, let's look on the bright side. At least these little rascals of ours didn't come for nothing!

No matter how unorthodox or unconventional the methods or approaches, it works!

It's like sending your child to school. Even though you find that the teacher is teaching unorthodox methods like "how to repeatedly circumvent the rules and win," the child's final exam scores have genuinely improved...

Should parents scold the teacher for being inappropriate, or praise their child for learning quickly?

My feelings are very complicated.

Especially looking at the audience below, those kids of his, who used to be a bit arrogant and always thought of persuading people with reason during interrogations, have now all learned, without being taught, how to "hide a knife with a smile," "hide a needle with cotton," and "persuade with physical force," and their interrogation efficiency has visibly increased...

The bureau chiefs exchanged glances, each reading a complex and unfathomable meaning in the other's eyes.

Damn, these bandits from Jinghai are actually pretty good, huh?

In the past, literary contests didn't test these things; they only compared who could recite better and who had a more solid theoretical foundation, so it was hard to tell who was more knowledgeable.

These two shows today, good heavens, were like blasting a cesspool with a detonator. With a "bang," they unleashed all the wicked skills hidden deep within Jinghai, splattering everyone with a pungent smell.

Some quick-thinking bureau chiefs had already started plotting their own schemes:

"How about we draft a report, under the guise of exchange and learning, and send those bright but overly righteous greenhorns in the bureau to Jinghai for a year or two of training?"

"Whether I can learn anything else is another matter, but just for that cunning and unpredictable bandit-like style, it's worth the price of admission!"

"Although Zhang Yucheng is a cunning old fox, he's actually quite capable of leading troops."

Of course, these are just thoughts in my mind; I would never say them out loud.

After all, our Bureau 749 is a legitimate unit, and we should be civilized and set a good example.

The third round of the debate, which followed, involved emergency treatment.

As the saying goes, when you're out in the world, you're bound to get hurt.

The investigators at Bureau 749 are always doing jobs that put their lives on the line.

Walking at night too often inevitably leads to encountering ghosts. When carrying out a mission, if you're unlucky and run into tough guys or ruthless characters, getting injured or bruised is commonplace.

Therefore, the department has always emphasized that healing magic is a mandatory course for investigators and a bottom line for survival.

I wouldn't dare say that everyone is a reincarnation of Hua Tuo or Bian Que, but at least everyone knows a few reliable first aid techniques for stopping bleeding, relieving pain, and stabilizing injuries.

Make sure that no matter how serious the injury, at least you have enough breath left to survive until you are carried back to the police station's medical department.

Of course, these are the rules, but there are always exceptions.

And this exception, unsurprisingly, was once again the Jinghai Branch.

Every single investigator in Jinghai is completely ignorant of healing magic.

Even Zhang Yucheng is the same; his healing abilities are all inherent to his supernatural powers.

Their talent trees are all focused on the two branches of "how to kill the opponent faster and more ruthlessly" and "how to kill the opponent before being killed."

Despite this situation, the annual casualty reports of the Jinghai Branch, especially the mortality rate, are shockingly low, hovering near zero for many years.

Why?

There's no secret to it, it's just that I'm incredibly lucky.

There was once a tough guy from Jinghai who was unfortunately disemboweled during a mission. His belly was ripped open, and half of his intestines spilled out and dragged on the ground.

Anyone else would have either been lying down and waiting for rescue or giving their last words.

This tough guy, without changing his expression, calmly pulled his protruding intestines back in and stuffed them back in.

After killing his opponent, he clutched his abdomen, took a deep breath, and, relying on his iron feet, ran for five miles before crashing into the door of the 749 Bureau's medical department.

In retrospect, if this guy had known even the slightest bit of healing magic, even the most rudimentary one, he could have stopped the bleeding and calmed himself down, and such a hardcore drama wouldn't have happened.

But that's just Jinghai's style.

Last year's grand martial arts exercise also included an emergency treatment assessment.

Liu Ming, who was representing Jinghai at the time, fell into deep thought as he faced an experimental prisoner with a small cut on his body.

He doesn't know healing spells, but he has runes.

So, under everyone's watchful eyes, Liu Ming took out a hemostatic talisman and solemnly slapped it down.

What followed became one of the lingering nightmares of last year's grand military exercise.

The prisoner didn't feel his wounds healing; he only felt his blood rush through his body, as if it had been compressed, and then—

"puff!!!"

Blood spurted from all seven orifices!

Yes, blood gushing out, those blood arrows shot out with great force and vibrant color.

The most recent shot landed directly on the referee's tablecloth three meters away, creating a scene that was both extremely brutal and spectacular.

A perfectly good hemostatic talisman was used to create the effect of a blood explosion talisman.

Afterwards, the referee in charge of that match silently wiped away cold sweat for three days when no one was around.

Because in the initial plan, based on the principles of fairness, impartiality, and prioritizing experience, he intended to personally go on stage and let Liu Ming test the talisman on him. After all, it was a minor injury case, and there was no need to bring a prisoner along.

For some reason, he inexplicably and inexplicably changed his mind at the last minute and switched to being a prisoner.

Because that day he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

I reckon it was their ancestors down there who knocked the coffin lid almost until it was smoking, which saved his life.

Therefore, when the news that the third literary contest was about to begin was announced, everyone's eyes once again turned towards Jinghai with a complex mix of feelings: awe, curiosity, and wondering "what new tricks will they come up with this time?"

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I generated a few nice images and posted them in the paragraph comments around 6:30 this morning. (¯▽¯)