Before leaving, I took out a ghost from the lamp tray and placed it in the corridor, and arranged a small light array in the corridor to prevent the ghost from running outside to make a demon.

Although I don't want to startle the snakes, I can't let the cultists kill others here, and it is really helpless to place ghosts in the corridors.

The centipede and I sneaked all the way through most of the city with the skinny man, and finally returned to the autopsy room by twelve o'clock in the night.

Whether to stay in the autopsy room and wait for the results, or to leave right away, was a question I had to face.

Staying, it means that I have to watch the centipede punish the thin man, although the thin man is not a good bird, but as a person from the civilized world, I have too much compassion, and I really can't see the bloodshed when the centipede is executed, but if I leave, it is difficult to say what will happen next, and I can't make the thin man suddenly burst out and kill the centipede...... This is not a joke, after all, I don't know what kind of ability the thin man has, but since he can become a small leader in the cult, he must have something extraordinary.

After much thought, I finally decided to stay and let me interrogate this thin middle-aged man myself.

When I dragged the thin man into the autopsy room, the centipede immediately took out the toolbox from under the iron bed.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to the little metal box, until the centipede opened it in front of me, and when I saw the contents, my heart suddenly chilled.

The box was full of all kinds of torture instruments, from hacksaws the length of his little arm, to scalpels that were only half the length of his little finger, knives, hammers, nails, chisels, everything in various shapes.

The centipede took a tube of needles out of the toolbox and asked me, "Do you want to wake him up first?" ”

"What's in your hand?"

"Adrenaline, this thing keeps him awake while he is being tortured."

In a place where this kind of bird doesn't poop, you can still find adrenaline, and I take it too.

I said you better rest, I'll judge him.

Hearing me say this, the centipede immediately pushed the toolbox in front of me.

I pushed the toolbox aside, and then beckoned to the centipede, and the two of them worked together to place the thin man on the iron bed, and tied the thin man's hands and feet with shackles.

"How are you going to interrogate?" The centipede asked.

I didn't respond to his question immediately, but pointed to the metal shelf next to the iron bed: "Can you find a piece of cloth to cover the shelf, I look at the thing on it in a panic." ”

The centipede winked at me, but fortunately he didn't say anything, and immediately summoned a piece of oilcloth from the warehouse and covered the metal frame tightly.

Just as the centipede went out to find the cloth, I had already found a resentful spirit from the lamp plate that was not particularly strong in yin energy, and attached it to the thin man.

Although they have been in the lamp plate for a long time, they can indeed be purified to a certain extent, but this purification is not enough to soothe the resentment in their hearts.

The characteristic of ghosts is that if there is resentment, they must vent it, find someone to vent, and find a living person to vent.

At the moment, this resentful spirit has no other ability, but to make people have nightmares.

Nightmares that couldn't be more real.

Not long after being leaned over by the wraith, the thin man struggled in his sleep, his hands and feet twitched, as if he wanted to shrink his body into a ball, but because his wrists and ankles were shackled at this time, he could only twist his spine and waist constantly, and his face could be clearly seen to become more and more pale under the light.

The centipede looked at the thin man in great pain, and his eyes were full of doubt: "What did you do to him?" ”

I made a silent gesture and motioned for the centipede not to speak.

It wasn't until the thin man opened his eyelids slightly and the white of his eyes began to roll up violently that I injected a telekinesis into him to suppress the resentful spirit in his body a little.

After the resentful spirit was suppressed by me, the thin man entered a half-asleep state, he was still trapped by dreams, and his eyes could not be opened, but at the same time he could hear the outside world and speak.

I leaned in front of the iron bed, and I wanted to support the bed board with both hands, but as soon as I thought of what the centipede had done on this iron bed, my heart suddenly felt a diaphragm, and I immediately withdrew my hand again, leaned down to the thin man, and asked, "What is your name?" ”

As for what will become of my voice when it is distorted by dreams, I can't say it myself, but one thing is certain, this sentence can be conveyed to the thin man in its entirety after being filtered by dreams.

It was about five or six seconds before the thin man heard my voice, and he suddenly screamed, "Help, help me!" ”

There was fear in his voice, and the skin on his chin was twisted as he shouted.

These people who have lived in the dark world all year round have seen bloody killings, and their mental endurance is indeed a little stronger than that of ordinary people, but this does not prevent them from being afraid of ghosts, and the fear brought by ghosts is directly acting on the soul, and it is difficult for people who have not cultivated to resist, but there are exceptions, like the kind of people who have an iron will, or who have a long righteousness in their hearts, they are not afraid of ghosts.

But obviously, thin people don't belong to these two categories.

I said to the thin man, "Answer my question well, and I'll let you out." ”

Another five or six seconds passed before the thin man shouted in response, "Jato, my name is Jato." ”

The centipede couldn't help frowning: "Why is he?" ”

I turned to the centipede and asked, "Do you know him?" ”

"I haven't seen me, but I've heard that he is a well-known cat dealer in the West Side area, and it is said that he has always been close to the Brotherhood."

"Cat dealers, cat sellers?"

"Two-legged cats, that is, people."

I couldn't help frowning.

Since every time I asked a question, it took five or six seconds for the skinny man to respond, so to save time, I asked the two most important questions directly.

What exactly are the cultists planning?

Who are his accomplices?

Fortunately, I was wise and asked these two questions as soon as I came up, otherwise I would regret it.

The thin man said that they wanted to take back order for the king in yellow, and the so-called recovering order was to kill the heads of the three major order factions and let the apostles of the king of yellow take their place.

Ymir's side alone, there are more than thirty apostles, because the names of foreigners are really difficult to remember, a large number of duplicate names are not repeated, and some even have duplicate surnames, except for one named "Andrei", I don't remember any of the other people's names, but the centipede seems to know these people, and when these names are reported one by one, the centipede's eyes become more and more shocked.

The reason why I remember the name "Andrei" is because when the thin man said this name, the centipede's eyes were extremely stunned for a moment.