William Shire opened his eyes and saw a narrow and closed basement. The electric light above his head flickered with a blazing yellow light, flickering on and off.
Surrounded by tall wooden racks, filled with wooden wine barrels.
"This is...the wine cellar beneath the bar? Why am I here?"
William looked confused and wanted to touch his forehead, but found that he was tied to a high-backed chair and unable to move.
"Help!"
He shouted and found no one answered outside.
"Wait...it's Barkin, it's Barkin!"
William recalled the scene before coma. It seemed that after the bar closed, he had just mopped the floor, and then Barkin smiled and handed him a glass of beer to quench his thirst...
"Why did Barkin put drugs in the wine...why did he make me unconscious?"
The more William thought about it, the more frightened he became.
If he is just an ordinary person, he will feel that he is impoverished and has nothing to worry about.
But he knows some mysterious knowledge and understands that living people are a very common material in rituals!
"Barkin...isn't he also a secret worshiper of evil?"
"Does he want to sacrifice me?"
William's teeth began to tremble because of fear.
The little mysterious power he possesses is of no help to the current situation.
Just when William was frightening himself, the wine cellar door creaked open and Aaron walked in slowly.
"Mr. Potter..."
Looking at the unexpected person, William looked a little confused.
But when he saw the book "As the Wise Freud Said" in Aaron's hand, he screamed and twisted his body wildly: "What are you going to do? That's my thing, I
Yes! Give it back to me!"
"Is this the sequelae of turning on the First Essence?"
Aaron smiled and closed the secret message he found from William's residence, and said calmly: "Don't always try to solve problems with force, like a barbarian... However, your behavior in killing Harris was not bad, at least you didn't leave too much behind.
Many clues and traces.”
William's expression turned pale for a moment. He trembled his lips and defended: "Mr. Potter, you must have made something wrong. I didn't... I didn't kill anyone..."
"Lying is wrong. For hiding something from me, you need to be punished."
Aaron smiled and stuffed a unique dagger into his collar, letting William's skin come into close contact with the 'Weeping Blade'.
Then, he moved his fist and his joints cracked.
'Is it just a few punches? Then I should be able to bear it...'
Although William felt something strange in his body, he was so angry that he was ready to beat him to death but would not admit it.
Snap!
The next moment, Aaron came to William and slapped him.
William's tears suddenly fell down in dissatisfaction: "Mom...it hurts!!!"
William swore that he was a man and would never act like someone slapped him in tears.
But this slap...it hurts so much!
It was as if his face was torn open and a red-hot iron stick was inserted directly into his head through the nostrils!
The severe pain even made his thinking blurry to a certain extent, and he almost fainted from the pain.
'Making good use of the negative effects of the 'Crying Blade' is a good tool for extracting confessions. Well, it is worthy of the name 'Crying Blade'. Regardless of men or women, everyone will cry when they encounter it!'
Aaron slapped William again with satisfaction: "Tell me, have you killed anyone?"
"I plead guilty! Forgive...forgive me! Please forgive me!"
William's face was mixed with tears and snot, and he cried bitterly and answered loudly.
In order not to suffer this kind of pain, he admitted it even if he was tried for murder!
"Very well, I'll ask you a question and you answer it. If you can't answer it, I'll beat you up!"
Aaron nodded with satisfaction and said, "What's your name?"
"William! William Shire!"
puff!
Aaron punched William in the stomach, making him feel that his internal organs were twisted into a ball: "I swear... on the name of my mother, this is true!!!"
"Very good, it seems you have mastered the rules of the game."
A smile appeared on Aaron's face and he continued to ask some questions, including how old William was when he wet the bed, who his first love was, and even more shameful privacy.
Use this kind of questions to continuously break down the other party's psychological defenses and gain more secrets.
"Why come to Pulmouth?"
"In order to... to decipher that book and gain mysterious power..."
"What do you think of your parents' death? Do you know any secrets?"
"..."
…
'It seems...William actually came to Pulmouth mainly to pursue the mystery. He didn't know more about the mysterious decline of his family. Maybe...his subconscious sensed the danger and made the decision to leave home?
'
Aaron was playing with a gold coin in his hand, with a smile on his face: "Last question...are you prepared to use spells to deal with me?"
"No……"
William replied with a blank look in his eyes.
Zheng!
Aaron tossed the gold coin and nodded after getting the result: "It seems that madman still thinks too bad about people. You haven't had such thoughts yet..."
Of course, it's hard to say what will happen when the other party goes further and further in the mystery and the level of the original substance rises again.
"Congratulations, you made the right choice."
Aaron took out the 'Weeping Blade', cut the rope around William's body, and threw the secret message he had seen to him.
William's body curled up on the ground, and he felt that the severe pain disappeared in an instant.
He stood up in surprise, touched his face, and found that he was not beaten seriously, and he didn't even see blood.
"I originally thought I was a tough guy, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even withstand such a level of beating, and I resorted to anything..."
He fell into deep doubts about himself.
"No...no, it's that dagger!"
However, William was an Extraordinary after all. He immediately reacted and stared at the dagger in Aaron's hand with fear: "Mysterious item...Boss, are you also an Extraordinary?"
"Not only that, the Hunter Bar is an entrance to the Black Queen...Thanks for working here for so long..."
Aaron shrugged his shoulders and said: "You have two choices now. The first is to take your book and get out...the second choice is to stay and work."
William subconsciously wanted to run, but suddenly stopped and asked strangely: "The second choice is obviously wrong, why give me a choice?"