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Ten thirty in the morning, interrogation room zero.

This is a not too big interrogation room, only about fifteen square meters.

There is only one special steel chair for criminals in the entire interrogation room.

Opposite this steel chair is a leather seat that looks very comfortable. The person sitting on it can even lie down on it very comfortably, which looks very casual.

It was surrounded by dark walls, and there was only a small dim light on the roof that couldn't even illuminate the entire room.

The pale Joel was fixed on the steel chair. He had been interrogated and tortured by the police for the past two days, but he did not leak any information.

Because he knew that, if not mentioned, it would be some torture and torture, followed by several years of prison life, and in the end, death at worst.

But if he did, he would live in endless fear for the rest of his life, making life worse than death.

He had not seen the methods used in that mental hospital, but he had seen the results of those self-righteous guys provoking that mental hospital.

The weird eyes, inhuman posture, even if he has turned into a corpse, can make onlookers feel the indescribable weirdness and terror he experienced before his death.

Arkham, that dreamy place, a paradise for criminals, a magical place isolated from the world in the Rosas Empire, keeping the secrets there has become a secret that people on the road keep.

It is their safe haven and the source of their wealth.

In the past three months, I kept my clothes simple, and my income from selling drugs was more than I had earned from reselling arms in a year.

And because of those magical potions, they have more capital and status.

While he was deep in thought, the door was opened. In the dark room, he only saw an old man walking in with a cane, and then Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the chair.

Due to the dim light, he could only see the old man's body below his chest, but could not clearly see his appearance.

But he is an old man on the road after all, so he naturally knows something about Interrogation Room Zero of the Massa Police Station.

"Unexpectedly, it was Director Kane, the legendary Massa Tiger, who personally took action." Joel's pale face showed a hint of mockery.

He was ready to die here.

When a person loses the fear of death, then this kind of person is the most difficult to deal with.

Kane put down his cane and looked at Joel, who was all under the light. Years of torture experience told him that this guy was very difficult to deal with. With that kind of posture and eyes, he had given up all hope and turned into a real person. The fearless man.

However, he did not find this situation difficult. Interrogation Room Zero was specially designed for him. In the past thirty years, he has solved at least 150 major and difficult cases here and has seen all kinds of crimes. perverts and lunatics.

"Joel, who would be sad if you died here?" Although Kane's voice has become a little weak due to illness, at this moment, it possesses a special kind of majesty and magnetism. Anyone who is in that steel seat When the people on the chair heard this sound, they would feel faint fear and nervousness.

Joel lay lazily on the small table and chair: "That must be my father."

Then he changed his mind and said: "Unfortunately, he has been dead for twenty years, haha."

Kane continued: "You are wrong. When you die, the only one who is really sad is you."

"Everyone is selfish. We may be deceived by friendship, love, and family affection, but when we are on the verge of death, we will all regret that we did not cherish our own lives."

After hearing this, Joel still lay there without speaking.

Kane's special voice continued to come slowly from the darkness.

"No one is disrespectful of death. Even if we give ourselves enough psychological hints, when death gradually embraces us, fear will arise. At that time, you can't help but think about the beauty of life and the things you haven't had time to do. Think back to the unfulfilled wish.”

"I've been close to death three times and experienced that feeling several times, so I've come up with an important theory."

"What?" Joel raised his head slightly and asked.

Kane crossed his legs and lay lazily on the chair, letting his chin appear in the light: "Life itself is meaningless. Only death can let you understand the true meaning of human nature."

"Now I have understood the true meaning of human nature."

Joel was silent for a few seconds, and then sneered: "It's a good insight, but it seems to be of no use to me, because I already understood what you said when I was a teenager."

"Really?" Kane said, raising his hand.

Then, two strong men in police uniforms suddenly walked out of the darkness.

"What new tricks do you have? Feel free to use them." Joel smiled.

Kane's body was leaning forward slightly at this time, and his solemn face with Chinese characters combined with the shadow formed on his face by the dim light gave people the impression of a god who controls life and death in the darkness.

"I hope you will still have such thoughts after you die."

Immediately, the two big men stretched out their hands and grabbed Joel's neck.

Joel did not resist at first, but as the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and he felt the emptiness and powerlessness gradually swallowing up everything in him, Joel suddenly recalled his 35 years of life, his parents, his missing sister, the real purpose of joining the gang, and his somewhat ridiculous dreams and goals.

The feeling of suffocation had pulled him into the border of life and death. He felt cold all over and gradually lost control of his body.

"No! I can't die yet! I can't die yet!"

In an instant, Joel, who had just been motionless waiting for death, suddenly burst out with great strength and began to struggle violently.

Kyle's mouth curled up slightly, and he waved his hand to signal the two policemen to let go.

Huhuhuhu...

Like a drowning person being rescued, Joel's face was red and purple at this time, and he was greedily panting for air, and his chest rose and fell rapidly like a bellows.

Kane did not speak either, and only exposed his chin again, looking at him quietly.

Ten minutes later, Joel, who had calmed down, asked in a hoarse voice: "What you said...maybe it's right."

Kane asked: "Then what?"

Joel's handcuffed hands clenched into fists: "I can tell you everything about my relationship with the gang."

"You know, this is not what I want to know." Kane said.

But Joel was surprisingly tough at this time, and said firmly: "I can only tell you this much! I don't know anything else!"

Kane leaned forward again, raised his hand and asked: "What are you afraid of?"

Joel's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He answered: "That indescribable existence!"