Soul echo

Chapter 185 'Supply'

"Can you tell me, where is your source of supply?"

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

The floor was cold, and even though they were wearing leather jackets, several hallucinogen dealers turned blue from the cold.

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

It's not as cold inside the warehouse as outside, but it doesn't have much insulation effect either.

With Zhong Ye's physique, this bit of cold couldn't hurt him at all, but it was enough to be fatal to the three hallucinogen dealers.

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

One person was shivering because of fear or the cold, and kept begging for mercy. Tears of remorse slipped from the corners of his eyes, and several tear stains were drawn on his face.

The other two are almost the same, but they haven't cried bitterly yet.

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

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

They still looked the same, they didn't react to Zhong Ye's words.

The crying ones were still crying, and the trembling ones were still trembling, as if they hadn't heard Zhong Ye's words.

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

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were stunned. They stopped all movements and voices, and stared blankly at Zhong Ye with their heads up.

"Is there anything more important than your lives? Or, as long as you tell the source of the goods, your family members will be killed?" Zhong Ye couldn't help laughing at this point, "You are so timid. Or a hallucinogen dealer?"

Drug dealers are ostracized no matter where they are on Earth—even in South America, even in Southeast Asia, even in West Africa.

Drug trafficking means taking risks. Every drug dealer is standing on a steel wire, and below is a bottomless abyss.

So they are not afraid of death, or in the eyes of this group of rotten people who dare to harm others for a little profit, there is nothing that cannot be trampled on.

They are real desperadoes, truly selfish, cold-blooded people - even if their relatives or subordinates are caught, they will find an opportunity to assassinate their relatives first, because they only have themselves in their eyes and nothing else.

Zhong Ye has never seen those guys with his own eyes, but just by the words of the news, he can taste the ruthlessness of those people.

Now these three hallucinogen dealers made him feel very uncomfortable, and even felt a little ridiculous.

The three of them looked at Zhong Ye blankly, not understanding why he said that.

They looked at Zhong Ye, and Zhong Ye also looked at them. After thinking for a while, he took out a bottle from his waist pocket.

"Do you know about demon hunters? They specialize in hunting monsters and cultists that ravage the countryside. In order to pry open the mouths of those cultists who refuse to open their mouths, they developed a potion. They call that potion the 'True Essence Elixir'." .

"I'm on good terms with them, and when they knew I was going after you hallucinogen dealers, they sent me a bottle, which is the one I'm holding.

"Although the potion is good, there is only one flaw. After using it, the user may 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 the murder of your relatives... ..."

"No!" The three of them screamed.

Zhong Ye glanced at them, and continued: "'True Vomiting Elixir' needs to go through a ritual before using it, which is to truthfully inform the user of the effect of the potion, that is, you, which represents 'honesty'. Alright , the ceremony is finally completed, you were the loudest just now, so I will choose you!"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked over to the hallucinogen dealer who was crying bitterly and confessed his remorse.

The other two breathed a sigh of relief. The person who had been targeted looked at Zhong Ye walking slowly, with more and more fear in his eyes, and finally rolled his eyes and passed out.

Zhong Ye kicked him, and couldn't help but sneer: "Did you faint?"

Then he turned his head to look at the other two, walked over without saying anything.

The two shook their heads in succession and screamed: "No, no! Don't!"

"Actually, it doesn't matter who said it, because we are the only ones here, and no one outside knows who told the source of the goods."

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

Having said that, Zhong Ye grinned and laughed, "Let's choose, who will drink?"

"He! Let him drink!"

"No! He should be allowed to drink!"

The two immediately became infighting, identifying each other one after another, looking at each other with anger and resentment in their eyes.

Seeing their reaction, Zhong Ye narrowed his eyes, is this 'can't say'?
The scolding battle between the two lasted for a while, Zhong Ye reckoned the time, and thought it was time, pretending to be bored, he spat: "Okay! I'll choose one at random...it's you!"

The face of the person he pointed at suddenly became stiff, and then turned red, "No! Why is it me, why not him?!"

The other person breathed a sigh of relief, looking at that person with gloating eyes.

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

"……I say!"

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

Zhong Ye stopped moving and looked at him for a long time, until he felt hairy all over, before putting him down and taking the bottle back.

He had been held up by Zhong Ye just now, and his body had long been unable to support the raised neck. After his head was released, his chin hit the ground directly, and the pain stimulated the lacrimal gland, causing the man's tears to flow out.

For the rest of his life, the man gulped the air, felt the beating heart in his chest, the illusion of sound echoed in his ears, and his mind went blank.

Zhong Ye suppressed his smile, put the cork back on, and pretended to put the bottle back in his waist pocket solemnly.

"Go ahead."

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

The hallucinogen dealer, who had been mentally 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.

"Ahem... it's 'True Whitefish', we all call him True Whitefish."

Just mentioning that name, fear appeared in the eyes of the hallucinogen dealer, "I, I didn't want to, I was just a thief, it was that guy, he suddenly gave me those things..."

The foreword does not match the afterword, and a lot of information is skipped.

Zhong Ye frowned slightly, "You, or you, why are you under his control? Also, how do you contact him? Where is he?"

"Because, because..."

Speaking of this, the hallucinogen dealer began to look away, unwilling to continue to answer.

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

"Hallucinogens?"

The hallucinogen dealer's face froze, he nodded, and stammered, "He, he gave us better...we will give us more if we are obedient..."

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

The hallucinogen dealer winced, "Steal, steal..."

Suddenly, Zhong Ye raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you usually contact him?"

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

Facing Zhong Ye's pressing questioning, the hallucinogen dealer curled up directly, repeating a sentence with eyes full of horror, his body trembling.

Looking to the other side, another person was lying on the ground, rubbing the ground mechanically 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 quite like it, but it's a bit like the "withdrawal reaction" in the documentary.

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

"The cultists didn't find it, but they ran into this strange thing..."

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

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

(End of this chapter)