Chapter 298

I am an interrogator of some note.

People outside said that maybe I secretly took the counseling psychologist exam, but I didn’t tell anyone, so no one knew.

They don’t even think about how they knew if I really didn’t tell anyone.

This is not to say that I have really passed the exam or that I really have that certificate, but that the rumor is false.

But someone believed the rumor and came to me.

"I came to you to ask you to help me interrogate someone."

That person is a young boy.

"Who is it?"

I asked.

"A murderer."

The young boy said.

"What do you want to ask?"

“Ask him why he did that.”

The young boy said.

"How much do you want for me?"

"100,000."

The young boy said.

"I'll take this job."

I nodded to him.

He happily took me into the car.

The car stopped right in front of my house.

After I got in the car, he drove me all the way to my destination.

It was a dark place with locked doors and windows everywhere, and it looked very serious.

I sat down in a room, opposite a man who kept smiling and seemed very excited.

"Why did you kill someone?"

I asked.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for someone to ask me this question, but no one has asked me for a long time. I feel terrible. I thought they were all damned.

I didn't expect you to show up. It's great to see you. I will tell you everything I know.

What did you just say? You asked me why I killed people. That's ridiculous. Why would I kill people?

I'm just saving them, they are big trash, big rotten people, and things that deserve to die.

You can't blame me for anything. You should blame themselves because they deserve it.

He died today because he was wrong yesterday, and they die in this life because of their mistakes in their previous lives.

This is clearly their own fault, how can they blame me? They are too much, they will blame me even if they die.

Bah, if you have the ability, protect yourself, what a piece of rubbish.

Their death is entirely their own fault, it is their own fault. They will think it is my fault, it is their fault.

How can I not let them go to the rooftop when they were wrong? How can I not let them start over when they were so wrong? "

The smile on the man's face disappeared, replaced by a gnashing of teeth.

"So what did they do wrong to make you think of them like that?"

I asked.

"What are you talking about? I don't miss him. I think they are mentally ill, and those who are mentally ill can die."

The man said.

"Do you remember what it was like when they died? What were you thinking at that time?"

I asked.

"That's the right question you asked. That's exactly what I need you to ask, and I'll answer it now.

Because that family has a shameless, disgusting child, a little boy, but it doesn’t matter, I have already circumcised the little one.

From now on, the child can only be called a child, regardless of gender. This is the happiest thing in the world, and we should celebrate it.

To celebrate, I killed his entire family.

Do you know what the child said before he died?

He said his mom was the best in the world, but I didn't believe him and insisted on comparing myself to her, so I had to kill him because he was so disgusting.

He personally brought me to his doorstep, and I couldn't help myself because he was so damn annoying.

His mother was so disgusting that she even dared to hold him in her arms in front of me, as if I would really do something to them. Well, if they think so, I will do as they wish.

By the way, I actually killed his mother in front of him. He said his mother was beautiful, so I scratched her face.

He also said that his mother could make money. I thought that one needs to use hands to make money, so I cut off his mother's hands as well. Before cutting them off, I pulled out her nails first, then cut her fingers, and finally her wrists.

Then cut off the arm.

Then I thought that if you want to make money you have to walk, so I'll chop off that man's legs.

Because the legs were so big, I had to use a lot of strength and an axe.

You don't know that after I chopped it several times, there was actually a bone. I had to kick it and the bone broke. There was still a layer of skin, which I carefully cut open with a knife.

That dirty, disgusting, nauseating, fat, disgusting woman had more blood than fat on her body. It was everywhere and stained my face.

I almost missed the expression on the child's face.

You don't know how great that feels.

He deserves to die, his whole family deserves to die, they all deserve to die.

That's a good day.

Don't they want a good life? I gave them a good life, they should be grateful to me. What are they happy about? Because they are shameless. Ah, I knew it.

I must be right, right?

Your expression hasn't changed at all, how boring.

Do you know what happened to the people who heard me say this before?

In fact, the first person who heard me tell this story was a man, yes, the child's father.

After I killed that dirty woman, that dirty man also went home.

I really couldn't believe that there were men in the world. I liked women just like her, but after seeing that man, I knew there were such men because they were just as dirty.

People who are that dirty always prefer to be with people who are just as dirty as themselves.

They are the dirtiest, most vile things in the world.

I think, there are not even cockroaches, they are disgusting, and there are rats in the sewers in the world, and even rats are not as smelly as them.

They deserve to die. Why shouldn't people like them deserve to die?

This is not because they have money or not.

Because I'm pretty sure I've seen people who were richer and poorer than them before, but I saw that those people didn't think there was anything wrong, but I saw that they thought there was a problem.

Then it must be their problem.

It's not my fault at all.

Why don't you let me go?

Why don't you believe what I say?

You think what I say is wrong, then why do you listen?

You think what I said doesn't make sense, so why are you asking?

You guys just wanna waste time, don't you?

I should have known that all people are the same.

But the extent to which you are bad is totally different.

I am so disgusted that I want to dig out your heart to see how dark it is. I also want to dig out your brain to see whether it is white or full of water.

Maybe your brain is made of tofu pudding, that must be delicious. I want to try adding sugar or salt and a little chili, and it will taste better if heated in the pot.

I like you.

Come here and let me take a bite of you."

The man looked crazy, shaking repeatedly, and said.

There were iron chains wrapped around his body, which made a rattling noise when he moved.

His eyes were red, his face was pale, his hair was messy, and his clothes seemed untidy and wrinkled, like a handful of pickled cabbage just taken out of a jar, smelling bad.

The smell on his body was different from that of people who didn't like cleanliness. The smell he emitted was not the smell of not taking a shower often, but a disgusting, unapproachable, and horrible smell.

If people who don't take a shower often smell like a trash can.

The stench of the man in front of me was like a red eye that had just been dug out and was rolling on the ground with blood, but was still throbbing with life.

The same smile that he had given me when I first came in appeared on his face again.

If the smile of an ordinary person is an expression, then the smile of this person is like a flag representing victory.

And usually, his flag appears in the background of the ancient battlefield where tribes were fighting each other, in front of the raw meat and blood-drinking tribes, and in the blurred cross-section reflection of the bloody and severed heads of livestock.

A more vivid picture is that next to the bloody corpses on the battlefield, on top of the huge war drum made of inhuman leather, there is a victory flag decorated with cheap stick drawings.

"I'm so hungry, please come over and let me have a bite, let me eat you, you look delicious, do you know what you look like? A delicious and juicy strawberry.

I'm hungry, give me a bite, can you watch me starve to death in front of you? You are too much, how can someone watch such a horrible thing happen?"

The man asked through gritted teeth.

The expression on his face is hard to describe.

His face was still pale, but his cheeks were flushed, his teeth were white, and his lips were deep red.

He bit his lips with his teeth and blood came out of them, as if his teeth were very sharp, just the right sharpness for biting other people's skin.

He bent his lips, creating an exaggerated arc on his face that is difficult for humans to form naturally, as if he was a clown in a circus in the past and was deliberately playing pranks to entertain people.

But it's really not funny looking at his face.

To be fair, he's good looking.

But he has a gloomy temperament, making people feel that he lives in a dark cave, a dirty sewer, but has little to do with trash cans.

He doesn't have a comedic sense that can make people laugh, but instead has a constant feeling of madness.

"Can you tell me what happened earlier in simple terms?"

I asked.

"A kid was so disgusting, I killed his whole family."

The man answered.

"I understand. Do you have anything else to add?"

I nodded.

"There's nothing else to add. You want to hear what I have to say? I have nothing to say anymore. I can't wait to eat something. Can you understand my mood?

Can you give me something to eat? Or give me something, but I don't want insoles. Because someone actually gave me that before.

But don't worry, I gave it back, they ate more than me. Their faces were blue, red and purple, and swollen, like steamed buns.

They are no match for me.”