"Name."
"Niu Sheng."
"How did you survive?"
"...It said its only trigger was 'Unjustified Violence.' I never used violence with malicious intent, so it couldn't eat me." "Is everything you've said true? Have you lied? Hidden anything?"
"Absolutely not."
"Come on, torture him. Get him to say more."
"Please believe me! I really haven't lied! Don't torture me!"
A howl of agony rang out.
Thud.
Something heavy hit the floor.
Niu Sheng lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Cold sweat soaked his back, layer after layer.
Part of it came from the pain of torture.
The other part...
"Do none of you have brains? I told you it doesn't like 'violence'... Did any of you seriously think about what I said?" Grief surfaced on Niu Sheng's face.
"You mean it's still here?" someone across from him asked.
"It's been here all along. How can you not see it?" Niu Sheng said heavily.
The next second.
"Just as I thought."
A strange voice rang out:
"You never investigated. You simply seized this innocent fellow and tortured him because you thought you could."
"I have to ask: what gives you the right to torture an innocent person?"
That "bull demon" appeared in the interrogation room.
It looked like a full-grown member of the Demon Race, but its gaze was far too cold, as though it felt no emotion at all.
"Guards! It's here!"
The interrogators shouted together.
The experts waiting outside surged in.
Niu Sheng listened, sighed wearily, and closed his eyes.
Shouts erupted like gongs and drums sounding together, their deafening clamor exploding in the first instant. Then it was as though every mouth had been covered. Every sound fell silent, cut off at once.
Blood fell like rain.
The rain poured down as though the heavens wept.
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