Omori Yakumo.

This tall man used to be just an ordinary black-haired man, and he was also very thin.

Once teamed up with a meagre known as "Lantern", the two tried to kill Arima and Tomira.

Arima Gui won without any suspense, and Omori Yakumo was captured and taken to the mew asylum.

While in the detention center, the perverted investigator Tokage Hiroshi abused him and tortured the captured mesticulus with all kinds of torture, causing him to have a nervous breakdown.

Later, following an accident, Omori Yakumo managed to escape and take revenge on the investigator.

Since then, the man has known himself as "Jason" and has become a well-known mew in District 11 for his pleasure in torturing and abusing others.

A year ago, he was approached by Tatara and finally introduced the power of the bronze tree.

Here's all his intelligence.

......

Bronze Tree.

A two-story building, a large interrogation room.

The floor was black and white, and the large space was dimly lit, surrounded by tools and buckets dedicated to blood.

Mew species are very resilient.

But it is precisely because of this vitality that it is difficult for them to die even if they are tortured by all kinds of torture.

That's what Jason loves.

"Huh?"

"I said whoever came in didn't knock on the door,"

"Ayaluo, do you have any arrangements for the organization?"

Jason's voice couldn't hide the excitement.

He threw a nameless corpse on the ground, his bag had been eaten and his body was in tatters.

"There is no arrangement,"

"You seem to like the pleasure of torturing people."

Ayaluo said lightly.

On the table on one side were several arms, all grown out of the body of the dead mew.

First he cut off his arms, then he fed his human flesh and blood, grew them back and cut them off again, as well as his feet, ears, and so on.

The smell of blood here is very strong, and the smell of corpses makes the meow frown.

"Hehehe,"

"Ayaraku, are you interested in this too?"

"I'm not going to give you this room."

The gecko smiled.

The other party's position of strength is comparable to him in the bronze tree, so he doesn't mind chatting with the other party and joking.

"What if I have to use this room?"

Ayaraku smiled mysteriously.

"What do you mean?"

Hearing this, the gecko finally couldn't help frowning.

What does the other party seem to have in mind?

What does he want to do?

"You should know this thing, that's where I found it."

Ayaraku pulled out a notebook.

The book was covered in dust, and it looked like it hadn't been opened in years.

Its owner is not the meow in front of him, but an investigator named Tokage Hiromasa.

On it, the various ways and torture of the gecko were recorded.

"You bastard, do you want to fight?"

The gecko's eyes become unkind.

This is already a deliberate provocation against him.

What do you do with that thing?

Mocking his past?

"I told you, I'm going to borrow your room,"

"But this process also requires you to stay in it...... Otherwise, where will I find someone to be tortured? ”

Ayara laughed uncontrollably.

"I see,"

"Huh."

The gecko's eyes turned blood-red, and two giant purple-red tails grew from their backs.

If it was Tatara, he might not dare to do this.

But since the opponent's strength is not much different from his, he doesn't have so much patience to joke with him.

Kill and kill.

As long as you prove that your value is greater than that of the other party, the bronze tree will only act as if nothing happened!

Ten minutes later.

Interrogation room.

"I see, straining the sinner to the seat, and handcuffing it with his hands behind his back, including his neck and feet,"

"In order to create a fearful atmosphere, it is necessary to cover the eyes with a black blindfold,"

"It is better if the seat is fixed and cannot be shaken no matter how much the sinner struggles,"

"In this way, it will make his psychological defense collapse even more......"

Ayaluo held the notebook and studied it.

I have to say that the investigator is a pervert who is good at using torture, every detail, every kind of torture, is not at all the pain that ordinary people can imagine.

Payne is an insider.

"Smack."

Ayaraku puts on a black whirlpool mask and slaps the unconscious gecko.

Keeping the executioner a little mysterious can increase the psychological pressure on the sinner.

"Smack, smack."

Another two slaps that were too hard.

Ayaraku wore special gloves, and each palm smashed into his face like a piece of metal.

Before the torture, Ayaro had already prepared a large number of Rc inhibitors.

Injecting into the gecko's body through the eyeballs, he can't use Katsuko.

"Ahem, ahem."

The gecko slowly opened its eyes, and blood flowed naturally from the corners of its mouth.

He was restrained by the chair that Ayaro had prepared in advance, all in the most familiar way he could remember.

This is how he was tortured.

It's also his way of torturing others.

"Ayaro!!"

"Bastard!! Die!! ”

The gecko roared like a wild beast, anger filling his eyes.

"One thousand minus seven, what is it?"

The young man's face was calm.

His expression looked like that of a white-collar worker in the office who had just gotten off work, as if he was considering whether to peel an apple.

Hearing this, the gecko's eyes widened.

Familiar scenes, familiar memories, familiar torture methods.

After many years, he became the side of the abused again.

"Hehehehe."

Ayaraku's laughter sounded cruel, without the slightest fluctuation of feelings.

"Poof—"

Without any hint, Ayaro slashed his right arm with a knife.

A knife was inserted into the surface of the wound, and the handle of the knife was rotated more than a dozen times, and the hot blood flowed all over the ground.

"Ahh

As strong as a gecko, it can't help but scream.

For many years, he had been torturing others, and he was hardly seriously injured.

And now, Ayaro helps him remember those dark days.

"One thousand minus seven,"

"How much?"

Ayaluo asked lightly.

The gecko gasped for breath and rested for a moment when Ayaro didn't move.

His body was in great pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't speak.

What does this question mean?

No one knows better than him.

The executioner constantly reminds the perpetrator to calculate this simple equation in order to keep the tortured person sane and conscious.

As a result, the tortured person suffers even more......

"One thousand minus seven, what is it?"

Ayaraku's tone was still flat.

Seeing that the gecko did not answer, he casually picked up the special pliers.

The man's newly reborn arm was then pinched off one by one, and every time the gecko let out a heart-rending wail.

All his fingers were broken, and there was more and more blood on the ground.

The gecko's body began to tremble.

The nightmare of the past befell him again, and the abyss of fear swallowed him.

"Nine hundred...... Ninety-three. ”

The man replied tremblingly.

The young man in front of him, at this moment the face is final.

"Go on."

"Nine hundred and eighty-six...... Nine hundred and seventy-nine ......"