Chapter 429 You're going to die...

Seeing that the man had stopped yelling and was standing there dumbfounded, Bai Nuo smiled gently and straightened up by holding his shoulder.

Standing behind the man, she tied the black cloth strip in her hand to his face, covering his eyes, which were filled with fear.

When a person's vision is blocked, all their senses will subconsciously focus on hearing.

The man was powerless to resist and could only let his eyes be covered. He trembled uncontrollably, gasping for breath, his head covered in cold sweat as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

His mind was completely blank; he couldn't recall any of the methods the man had taught him to deal with the police, and his thoughts were a jumbled mess.

The next second, a sharp pain came from my wrist, as if... something had cut my flesh open.

The man's mouth was wide open, and before he could even scream for the police outside to come to his rescue, that cold and gentle voice rang in his ears again.

"I've heard that when a person loses blood, they suddenly break out in a cold sweat, with large amounts of cold sweat pouring out, just like the blood in their body is constantly flowing down."

The skin will become cold, clammy, and pale; breathing will become rapid; and the heart will race uncontrollably.

The girl's voice was soft and slow, carrying a hint of eeriness, as if it had become an invisible hook, drawing people unconsciously to follow her words and imagine the scene in their own minds.

The man was sweating profusely, unable to stop. His already heavy breathing became increasingly rapid, his heartbeat quickened, and his face turned deathly pale.

The sound suddenly stopped, as if even the sound of breathing was reduced to that of a single person.

After an unknown amount of time, the man suddenly heard a strange sound.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The sound seemed to be coming from my left, and it sounded like... water droplets falling to the ground.

It was so clear, it felt like it was right next to my ear!

The man tried to control his breathing and trembling body, trying to ignore the strange sound, but he couldn't. He would subconsciously focus all his attention on the "beep, beep" sound coming from his left.

That soft, eerie female voice rang out again.

"Then, you will feel your vision begin to blur, your vision will turn black in waves, and you will feel very cold. It is a cold that comes from the bottom of your heart and you can't control it. No matter how many clothes you wear, it won't help."

I felt like I was about to die, but I also felt a strange excitement. Do you know why?

"Because you're dying, your blood will slowly seep out of your left wrist. Look, it hasn't been long, and there's already a pool of blood at your feet."

Then the man heard very light footsteps. The girl seemed to have squatted down, right next to his legs. He could have easily kicked her; she was such a thin little girl, he could have knocked her unconscious with just one kick.

But now he felt a chill all over his body, a chill that emanated from within his body, so cold that he trembled all over, large beads of cold sweat slid down his head, his vision blurred, and he began to sway uncontrollably.

"Oh my! How much blood must have been lost? It must be about two thousand milliliters, right? Do you remember how many milliliters of blood I just told you were in the body?"

The girl squatted with her knees together, her hands obediently resting on her knees, tilting her head and smiling at the man.

The man's teeth chattered, he shook his head violently, and subconsciously answered, "Four...four thousand..."

"That's right, it's 4,900 to 5,600 milliliters, so... you can hold on a little longer, keep going, you'll be bleeding out soon!"

The girl stood up from the ground, propped herself up on her legs, bent over and looked at the man with a smile. Her voice became increasingly sinister and terrifying, instantly reminding the man of the ghosts the village elders had mentioned when he was a child.

Evil spirit!

A ruthless killer!

wrong!

She's insane, a madwoman who dares to kill someone right in the police station!

"Sigh, can a person live without blood?"

"No, I don't want to die! Save me, please save me! I'll talk! Where are the police? Police! I'll confess! I'll tell you everything!"

Suddenly, the man was overcome by a strong will to survive. He sat on the specially made chair and struggled frantically. His handcuffed hands quickly bled, but he seemed oblivious to the pain. He stretched his neck toward the door and screamed for help in a heart-wrenching manner.

Bai Nuo stood up straight with a smirk, raised an eyebrow at the wall on her right, and waved her arm.

Qiu Jun, Yan Qingyun, and the second team captain exchanged glances, speechless, their faces showing shock, admiration, and a hint of confusion.

How on earth did that?!

They saw it clearly: the knife in Bai Nuo's hand only made a few light cuts on the man's wrist from beginning to end, without even breaking the skin.

As for the dripping sound, it came from the tap in the corner of the interrogation room.

This interrogation room was originally a storage room for cleaners. The faucet inside was originally installed to make it easier for cleaners to clean their tools. However, after the director took office, he changed the layout of the criminal investigation team and added this interrogation room. The faucet was not removed and has just been placed in the corner.

No one usually uses that faucet; I never expected it to have such a clever use.

Upon hearing someone open the door, the man immediately called for help, asking the police to rescue him.

"Alright, stop howling. You still have more than half a blood in your body, so hurry up and tell us everything you know. Once you've told us, we can get you to the infirmary for bandaging and treatment sooner, otherwise... it might be too late."

"I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll tell you right now!" The man was so scared that he didn't have time to think about anything else. Without Qiu Jun and the others asking, he took the initiative to tell them everything he knew.

During this time, Bai Nuo sat next to him with a sketchbook and drew several portraits based on the descriptions of the men.

"I've told you everything, please save me, please take me to the hospital, please take me to the hospital!"

That's it? That's all? Are you sure?

Yan Qingyun frowned, staring at the man opposite him with a serious expression.

Bai Nuo put away her sketchbook, tilted her head slightly to carefully observe the man's expression, then turned to look at Qiu Jun and nodded.

Qiu Jun stood up and patted Yan Qingyun on the shoulder: "Alright, take him to jail!"

"What do you mean by 'detained'? Take me to the hospital! I'm going to die, I'm really going to die! I can't see anything anymore, I can't see anything at all!"

Yan Qingyun walked over speechlessly, ripped the black cloth strip from the man's head, and stared at him with disgust and coldness: "Idiot, take a good look at your wrists. There's no blood at all. We are police officers, legitimate police officers, we don't do things like torture to extract confessions."