Nineteen minutes

After checking again and again, Gao Ming was certain that there was no one in this underground room besides him and the Investigator.

The Vengeful Ghost isn't on my side? Then why isn't the Investigator running? He's sitting in that chair, but his hands and feet aren't tied. He could just get up and leave!

The Investigator's chair was made of metal and leather, with large bloodstains covering its back and cushion.

"Help me! Save me!" The Investigator sat motionless in the chair, shouting for help, yet he did not even dare lean to one side. He seemed to be deliberately luring Gao Ming over, but the cold sweat covering his face did not look like an act.

"What are you afraid of? What's hiding in this room?" This was clearly a trap. How could Gao Ming dare approach him?

The Investigator shook his head slightly, cold sweat rolling down his face. It was not that he did not know, but that he did not dare say.

"Is there a Ghost in here that I can't see?" Gao Ming asked tentatively. The Investigator shook his head again, glancing to the side as though warning Gao Ming to watch out for the torture instruments around him.

The moment he did so, the seemingly ordinary chair suddenly locked his hands in place, and the surrounding torture instruments began moving on their own.

"Save me! Save me!!"

The Investigator's body was bent at unnatural angles. He had eaten the Flesh and Blood, leaving his skin and bones connected, but that did nothing to lessen his pain.

As his screams rang out, every torture instrument in the room reacted like a shark scenting blood. Linked by red threads, they swarmed toward the Investigator in the chair!

The sight was agonizing. Gao Ming could barely