Human Genius? Sorry, I’m a Deviant Chapter 94

Su Zhan's eyes flickered slightly as Wang Mingyuan pressed down on his shoulder.

Wang Mingyuan's hand rested on Su Zhan's shoulder with just the right amount of pressure, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"I know what this reminds you of. This scene is quite similar to how Doberman treated you, but this is the only method available. If he's innocent, I'll apply for special compensation afterward."

Su Zhan stared at President Zhang in the interrogation room, whose fingers were mangled and bloody, his throat tightening.

Compensation?

When he had been tortured nearly to death by Doberman, no one had mentioned any compensation.

If he hadn't awakened an SSS-grade Life Soul, he would have died long ago.

That they could offer compensation now truly counted as "progress."

Su Zhan realized that Wang Mingyuan's willingness to explain was already exceptional consideration.

He knew he had no right to question anything.

He could neither reveal his aberrant identity nor change the Aberrant Purge Division's operational procedures.

He could only take the way out Wang Mingyuan offered.

"I understand," Su Zhan finally responded in a low, hoarse voice. "It's all for the investigation."

As these words left his mouth,

Su Zhan suddenly felt incredibly weary.

He remembered Doberman saying similar things years ago, but now the positions were reversed, and he had become the silent observer.

The bloodstains on the interrogation chair blurred in his vision.

In his daze, he couldn't tell whether it was President Zhang's blood or his own from before.

"This is the Heart-Interrogation Needle."

Qin Bai explained without looking up: "Specially made for stubborn mouths like yours. The effects are amplified tenfold."

The second needle pierced the index finger.

President Zhang's body convulsed violently, drool flowing uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

Qin Bai punched President Zhang in the abdomen.

"Cough, cough cough!"

President Zhang spat out bloody foam but still shouted hoarsely: "I'll report you! I have connections in Jiang City's Supervision Department too!"

Qin Bai expressionlessly grabbed his hair.

Slammed his head hard against the metal table.

"Bang!"

The sound of his nose breaking was clearly audible.

President Zhang's entire face instantly became covered in blood, yet he still screamed: "You're finished! Just wait for the tribunal!"

"Bang!"

Another heavy impact.

Two of President Zhang's front teeth shattered, blood splattering on the interrogation record book.

"Tell me, what's your relationship with the Transcendence Society?"

Qin Bai's voice was cold and mechanical as he simultaneously lifted President Zhang's already deformed fingers, bending them backward one by one.

"Ah!!! I, I really don't know!"

President Zhang was drenched in sweat from pain, his whole body trembling, screaming agonizingly: "Kill me! I don't know either!"

And so.

Su Zhan witnessed a brutal, one-sided torture session.

If it were any other scene, he might not have cared.

But now he found himself empathizing with President Zhang.

As if they shared the same suffering.

After who knows how long, President Zhang was no longer recognizable as human.

Even his speech became extremely weak.

Qin Bai suddenly drew his specially issued pistol, pressing the black muzzle against President Zhang's bloody, mangled chest.

"Last chance."

His voice was icy: "I'll count to three."

President Zhang laboriously raised his swollen eyelids, his voice barely a whisper: "Kill me... that's still the answer..."

He grinned with his bleeding mouth: "If I live... I'll expose... all your... actions..."

"Three..."

"Bang!"

The gunshot exploded in the confined interrogation room.

The bullet pierced through the chest, splattering a blood flower on Qin Bai's clothes.

President Zhang's head snapped backward, never to lift again.

Su Zhan's pupils contracted sharply.

He just killed him?!

If President Zhang was an aberrant,

If he didn't die, his injuries would automatically heal because the wound was in his heart - without healing he would die, so the body's protection mechanism would desperately activate aberrant factors to repair it, even if the body's owner tried to suppress it.

If he died, then his body would transform into its aberrant form.

But what if he was ordinary?

Then this was outright murder!

Su Zhan's fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

At least Doberman had gone through the full tribunal procedure back then, but now Qin Bai dared to shoot directly in the interrogation room?

And Wang Mingyuan remained unmoved, as if this were completely normal.

Better to wrongfully kill than let escape?

This phrase surfaced in his mind.

He didn't know how many times he'd heard this phrase - in novels, TV dramas, and so on...

But only at this moment did he truly understand what these six words meant.

Six words that were casually mentioned carried such injustice when applied to reality.

As unjust as what he himself had experienced.

Qin Bai methodically holstered his pistol.

Bloody gloves left dark red fingerprints on the black leather.

He said lightly: "Don't worry, he won't die."

Su Zhan stiffened completely at these words.

Before him, this bloody, mangled man clearly had a bullet hole in his chest, his blood nearly drained.

Any normal person should have been long dead.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Mingyuan adjusted his glasses: "The Heart-Interrogation Needle showed no reaction, the gunshot caused no transformation. Commander Qin, you'd better not be wrong this time."

Su Zhan stared at the black, gaping wound on President Zhang's chest.

"What do you think, Student Su?"

Qin Bai suddenly turned: "I heard you endured Doberman's electric baton back then..."

Su Zhan's blood instantly froze: "I don't understand what you mean."

"I'm asking your opinion on my interrogation methods - approval or disapproval?"

Qin Bai explained this way.

Su Zhan instantly felt relieved internally, his expression unchanged: "I think... you must have your reasons for doing this."

Even if he disapproved, what could he do?

In this situation, flattering the other party was better.

In front of someone of Qin Bai's status, opposing him or creating enmity would be the most foolish move.

"Heh."

Qin Bai chuckled lightly: "Watch carefully."

"Cough, cough cough cough!"

The previously limp President Zhang suddenly convulsed violently.

The flesh around the bullet hole in his chest began to squirm.

Su Zhan watched as the man's fingernails blackened and lengthened at visible speed.

And the heart injury rapidly healed.

Su Zhan already had the answer.

This kind of regenerative response was undoubtedly that of an aberrant.

"Understand now?"

Qin Bai said calmly: "Some scum need to be tested with their lives."

President Zhang's eyelids fluttered, the bullet hole in his chest already completely healed.

He shook his dizzy head, and when he clearly saw the scene before him, his face instantly turned deathly pale.

He immediately realized.

His body's self-protection mechanism had exposed his identity.

This was something no one could control.

"When the mist descends, transcendence shall—"

He suddenly roared, his face contorted fiercely.

Twelve silver flashes.

The afterimage of Qin Bai's fingers still lingered in the air.

Those hair-thin silver needles had already precisely pierced specific points on President Zhang's neck, temples, and spine.

President Zhang's body instantly stiffened, unable to even move his fingers.

"I've long since figured out your self-destruction tricks."

Qin Bai said methodically: "Seal these nodes, and your mist energy can't circulate."

Despair surfaced in President Zhang's eyes.

"I've specialized in hunting aberrants for over twenty years."

Qin Bai leaned down, staring into President Zhang's eyes: "Playing these games before me is too foolish."

President Zhang couldn't even commit suicide now, could only slump in the interrogation chair, his eyes full of terror.

"I know your Transcendence Society's rules."

Qin Bai picked up a scalpel gleaming with cold light from the instrument table, gently stroking the blade: "Rather die than talk, right?

But now, you don't even have the right to die.

I have plenty of time to play with you.

Let's see whether your mouth is harder, or my tools are harder.

Guess how long you can last?"

Qin Bai suddenly smiled: "Oh no, I'll definitely make you last very long, otherwise... how boring."

President Zhang's pupils contracted violently, his expression struggling intensely, but to no avail.