Soul Echo

"Can you tell me where your supply is?"

Sitting on a wooden box, Zhong Ye looked down at the people lying on the ground.

The floor was cold, and even in leather jackets, several hallucinogen dealers turned blue from the cold.

Different from the warm hall, there is no fireplace here. This place is originally a warehouse. In order to better store the goods, it is destined to be dry and low temperature in the design stage.

The inside of the warehouse is not as cold as outside, but there is not much thermal insulation effect.

With Zhong Ye's physique, this cold can't hurt him at all, but for three hallucinogen dealers, it's deadly enough.

"Please, please, let us go, let us go! I promise, I will never do this kind of thing again!"

I don't know if it's because of fear or Cold and shiver coldly, she kept crying and begging for mercy, tears of remorse slipped from the corners of her eyes, and streaked several tears on her face.

The same goes for the other two, just not weeping bitter tears.

But Zhong Ye knew very well that they were not regretting what they had done at all, but that they trembled and cried because they were caught and felt fear.

"Tell me, where is your source of goods!" Zhong Ye said again coldly.

They were still the same and didn't react to Zhong Ye's words.

The one who cried was still crying, and the one who was trembling was still trembling, as if he didn't hear what Zhong Ye said.

"Can't you say it? Or don't you dare say it?"

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were stunned. He raised his head and stared at Zhong Ye.

"Is there anything more important than your life? Or, as long as you tell the source of the goods, your family members will be killed?" Speaking of this, Zhong Ye couldn't help laughing "So terrified and over-cautious, are you still hallucinogen dealers?"

In Earth, drug dealers are ostracized everywhere—even in South America, even in Southeast Asia, even in West Africa.

Drug trafficking means taking desperate risks. Every drug dealer is standing on a tightrope. Below is a bottomless abyss.

So they are fierce and unafraid of death.

They are real outlaws, real selfish, cold-blooded people - even if their relatives or their subordinates are caught, they will be vicious and merciless first to find opportunities to assassinate relatives, because they see There is only oneself, nothing else.

Zhong Ye has not seen those guys with his own eyes, but just based on the words of the news, he can taste the ruthless ruthlessness of those people.

The three hallucinogen dealers now make him feel very unaccustomed, and even feels has several points of ridiculous.

The three looked at Zhong Ye dully, not understanding why he said that.

They looked at Zhong Ye, and Zhong Ye also looked at them, thought about it, and took out a bottle from his waist pocket.

"Do you know demonhunter? They specialize in hunting monsters and cultists who are ravaging the villages. In order to pry open the mouths of those cultists who can't open their mouths, they have developed a potion, which they call ' Spit up True Spirit'.

"I have a good relationship with them, and after knowing I was going after you psychedelic dealers, they gave me a bottle, which is the one I'm holding now. bottle.

"Although the potion is good, there is only one flaw. After using it, the user will have a chance to become an idiot, but this may be a good thing for you. As long as you become an idiot, you don't have to worry about it. The relatives were brutally murdered..."

"Don't!" The three of them screamed.

Zhong Ye glanced at them and continued: "'Spit True Spirit medicine' requires a ceremony before using it, that is to truthfully inform the user of the effect of the medicine, that is, you, which means Saying 'honesty'. Well, ceremony is finally done, you were the loudest just now, so choose you!"

Speaking, he stood up and expressed his remorse to the weeping bitter tears just now. The hallucinogen dealer walked over.

The other two were obviously sighed in relief, the one who was targeted watched Zhong Ye walk slowly, the fear in his eyes was accumulating more and more, and finally he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Zhong Ye kicked and couldn't help sneering: "Dizzy?"

Then turned to look at the other two, didn't say anything, and walked straight over .

The two shook their heads and screamed, "No, no! No!"

"Actually, no matter who said it, it doesn't make a difference, because we are the only ones here, and no one outside knows who it is. Who told the source."

Zhong Ye squatted down, flicked the cork of the bottle with his thumb, and said leisurely: "As long as one person said it, they don't know who said it. , the people behind you probably won't do nothing, but will choose to kill all your relatives."

Here, Zhong Ye grinned and laughed, "Let's choose, who will drink?"

"He! Let him Hah!"

"no! Should let him Hah!"

The two Infighting broke out in an instant, and they identified each other one after another, looking towards the other party's eyes filled with anger and resentment.

Seeing their reaction, Zhong Ye squinted his eyes, is this 'can't say'?

The scolding battle between the two continued for a while, Zhong Ye estimated the time and felt it was time, pretending to be annoyed and spat: "Okay! I can choose one... just you. !"

The face of the man he pointed stiffened immediately, and then turned red, "no! Why is it me, why not him?!"

The other person was obviously Sighed in relief, looked towards the man's eyes full of taking pleasure in other people's misfortune.

"Because to me, there is no difference." With that, Zhong Ye pinched the man's mouth, and under his horrified eyes, he leaned over the bottle.

"...I said!"

The tip of the nose seemed to smell the medicine, and the man hurriedly shouted: "I said! I don't want to eat this, don't!"

"... p>

Zhong Ye stopped, looked at him for a while, and saw that he was covered in hair before putting him down and taking back the bottle.

He had been held by Zhong Ye just now, and his body had long been unable to support his raised neck. After his head was released, his chin hit the ground directly. The pain stimulated the lacrimal glands, causing the man to burst into tears.

avoided a catastrophe, the man gulping for air, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, the hallucinations of sound echoing in his ears, his mind going blank.

Zhong Ye smiled, put the cork back on, and put the bottle back into his waist pocket with a pretense.

"Speak."

Hearing Zhong Ye's words, his consciousness returned to his empty brain, and he opened the door of memory.

The hallucinogen dealer, who had been tortured for a long time, glanced at the other person resentfully, opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was extremely dry, and he coughed twice.

"cough cough...it's 'real whitefish', we call him real whitefish."

Just mentioning that name, the hallucinogen dealer's eyes showed fear , "I, I didn't want to, I was originally just a thief, it was that guy, who suddenly gave me those things..."

The preface didn't fit the description, skipping a lot of information.

Zhong Ye brows slightly wrinkle, "Why are you, or you, under his control? Also, how do you contact him? Where is he?"

"Because , because..."

Speaking of this, the hallucinogen dealer's eyes began to evade, unwilling to continue to answer.

Zhong Ye squinted his eyes, looked at the other person, and found that the person lowered his head, but the whole person exuded a decadent atmosphere.

"Psychedelics?"

The hallucinogen dealer complexion stiffened, nodded, stammered: "He, he gave us better...we are obedient, give more More..."

"How did you meet him?" Zhong Ye asked again.

The hallucinogen dealer shrugged, "Stealing, stealing things..."

Suddenly, Zhong Ye raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you usually get along with each other? Did he contact him?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything... I don't know, I don't know..."

Faced with Zhong Ye's pressing question, he was hallucinated The drug dealer curled up directly, repeating a sentence with horror in his eyes, his body shiver coldly.

Looking towards the other side, another person was lying on the ground, mechanically rubbing the ground with his body, his movements were slow, and his expression was numb.

spell? curse?

Zhong Ye took a deep breath and stood up.

It's not very similar, but a bit like the 'withdrawal reaction' in a documentary.

——If it's spell or curse, why not just let them die?

"The cultist didn't find it, but instead bumped into this kind of strange thing..."

Zhong Ye muttered to himself, turned and left the warehouse.

He went begging for some wood or coal, but he couldn't let those hallucinogen dealers freeze to death, they were still useful.