QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 238. Ma You, How Many Levels Of Hell Do You Have?
After leaving the morgue, Fan Jialuo, Song Rui, and Chief Yan returned to the South City Branch, where Ma You was now being held.
“How is he?” Chief Yan asked as he entered the observation room.
“Bent on dying,” Meng Zhong said, pointing at the two-way mirror.
The three looked into the interrogation room next door and saw that Ma You was tightly bound to a chair with a rope, his hands were handcuffed, his feet were weighed down with heavy iron balls and shackles, his upper and lower jaws were propped open by a metal frame, and his mouth was stuffed with cotton. Except for his eyeballs, he could not move any part of his body.
The police tried everything they could to stop him from harming himself.
“It seems he’s gone mad.” Song Rui said coldly.
“Completely insane.” Zhuang Zhen said, pressing down on the pistol strapped to his waist, still shaken, “I tried to intimidate him with the gun, but he took it into his mouth and urged me to pull the trigger.”
Song Rui immediately took a few steps back, keeping a distance from Zhuang Zhen, and asked warily, “Did you disinfect your gun barrel?”
Zhuang Zhen: ……
Meng Zhong: ……
Fan Jialuo turned his head away and silently curled the corners of his lips.
The atmosphere in the observation room suddenly became strange, it wasn’t tense, nor was it relaxed, but everyone’s complexion improved significantly.
Just then, Xiao Li burst in, handed the tablet to Chief Yan, and said urgently, “Chief, look, we’ve lost control of online public opinion. The public is divided into two factions: one is clamoring for Ma You’s execution, and the other is clamoring for his life imprisonment. There are also people spreading fear and selling amulets, talismans, and other superstitious items. Supermarkets are still being emptied by panicked citizens. These are photos from major supermarkets, their inventory is completely depleted, and there’s nowhere to restock. There have been over twenty stampedes alone, and the number of injured is skyrocketing. Vegetables and meat are becoming increasingly expensive, and they’re impossible to buy. If this continues, everyone’s lives will be severely affected.”
Chief Yan took the tablet computer and looked at the news reports from various media outlets with a splitting headache.
Song Rui, however, couldn’t help but rain on his parade, “This is just the beginning. If Ma You isn’t executed, the victims’ families will definitely cause trouble, and public anger and resentment will be hard to quell. If he is executed, all citizens will live in fear and panic, and similar panic buying will continue. Large numbers of people will flee Beijing, and the city’s economic and social structures will be severely disrupted. An even more severe situation is yet to come.”
Chief Yan was flipping through these troubling reports while touching his forehead, when he unexpectedly pulled out a clump of hair. He immediately cursed angrily, “Damn it! If it weren’t for the Tianshui Sect ruining our arrest plan, none of this would have happened!”
“It’s too late to say anything now. Let’s get a news team to interview Ma You.” Song Rui pointed to the person who was tied up across from them.
“Are you sure he won’t say anything inappropriate in front of the camera?” Chief Yan asked hesitantly.
“Him talking nonsense is precisely what I want.” Song Rui said calmly.
Chief Yan was dumbfounded, and Zhuang Zhen and Meng Zhong were also somewhat confused about his tactics.
Fan Jialuo gave Dr. Song a deep look and replied, “The old bait-and-switch? Or more like tearing it down to build it back up?”
Song Rui nodded and said, “Yes, let him be arrogant in front of the camera for a while, making the audience uneasy, then suppress his arrogance and let the audience see for themselves how he becomes a complete mess. Only in this way can everyone’s fear of him be completely eliminated. The pleasure derived from destroying a weak person is nothing compared to destroying a powerful person. The more afraid the audience is of him, the more relaxed and relieved they will feel after seeing him defeated. This is the most effective way to provide psychological guidance.”
After Dr. Song’s explanation, Chief Yan and the others finally understood. That’s right, first exaggerating Ma You’s terrifying image to the extreme, and then completely crushing him at the end, would create an absolutely spectacular impact.
But the question is, can Ma You really be completely defeated? He’s not even afraid of death, so what else could he be afraid of? If this final step fails, Dr. Song’s filming plan will only backfire.
Chief Yan looked at Teacher Fan hesitantly.
Fan Jialuo waved his hand at him, “Go find the news media, I will let Ma You experience firsthand what hell is like.”
Upon hearing Teacher Fan’s words, Chief Yan acted impulsively and immediately rushed out to make arrangements——
Distracted, Zhou He wandered outside for a long time with his equally distracted wife and daughter before returning home. As soon as he opened the door, he saw his father sitting in front of the television, his body stiff, but tears streaming down his face.
“I just called the police station. They still can’t retrieve your mother’s body. They say they’re stitching her up and it’ll take a few more days. She was cut into twenty or thirty pieces, she died so horribly, but the person who killed her won’t even offer an apology.” Suddenly, Father Zhou slammed the remote control he was holding onto the ground, then stood up and smashed everything in sight——tables, chairs, cabinets, kettles……
In the blink of an eye, the house was reduced to ruins.
The greatest pain in the world is not one’s own death, but the passing of one’s dearest loved one. The dead feel nothing. It’s the living who have to endure the endless torture. That heart-wrenching grief of parting, that struggle to let go, only to find oneself involuntarily clenching one’s fists, unable to release the pain no matter how hard one tries, is something that those who have not lived through it can never truly comprehend.
Father Zhou was already somewhat depressed, but the words Ma You said to the media with a smile after his arrest dealt him an even greater blow.
He smashed up what was once a happy and beautiful home, but he himself was on the verge of collapse. He fell to the ground, crying, and asked, “Why are there such people in the world? Is he even human? Why can’t I kill him? Why?”
Zhou He couldn’t answer these questions. Hell is empty, all the devils are here. He couldn’t bear to tell his father that people like Ma You not only exist in the world, but there are many of them. The only difference is that those people don’t have the power to do anything, so they can only be evil in their hearts, while Ma You has the ability to put his evil into action.
Thinking of this, Zhou He couldn’t help but shudder, because he suddenly realized that the world is so vast, who can guarantee that someone like Ma You is just an exception, the only one? What if there are many more people like him hiding in the shadows?
The thought crept into Zhou He’s mind like a ghost, freezing his ability to think. He wanted to help his father up, but his own legs went weak, and he slumped down.
Zhou He’s wife had taken their daughter into the room while her father-in-law was emotionally distraught. After finally getting her daughter to sleep, she ran out to check on him and couldn’t help but tear up. If her husband and father-in-law, who weren’t even survivors of the disaster, were so terrified, how strong could she, a mere survivor, possibly be?
She knelt down and hugged her husband tightly from behind, choking back tears as she said, “Husband, let’s leave this horrible place, I’m scared! Let’s take Huihui and go far away, and never come back, okay?”
“No, your ma hasn’t come home yet!” Father Zhou said resolutely, “I’m going to stay and wait for your ma! I’m going to the police station to put up banners and petition, I’m going to make the government execute Ma You! I’m not afraid even if he becomes a ghost, let him kill me if he dares, at worst I’ll go down to join my wife, and I’ll become a ghost too, let’s see who wins!”
Feeling his wife trembling more and more violently, Zhou He wiped his face and said, forcing back his grief, “Ba, you’re not afraid of death, but what about Huihui? She’s only five years old. Are we going to let her grow up in this terrifying atmosphere?”
The once-strong-willed Father Zhou instantly became dejected, his back visibly hunching over.
“Do you also agree with the court letting him go? If so, wouldn’t your ma have died in vain? Wouldn’t she have nowhere to seek justice? Ma You killed so many people, and in the end, the country still has to feed and care for him, letting him live a comfortable life without illness until old age?” The more Father Zhou spoke, the angrier he became, and he couldn’t help but cry out to the sky, “So many people died in vain? Did your wife suffer in vain? What kind of world is this! God, just kill me already, I don’t want to live anymore!”
He cried so hard he could barely breathe, his throat making cracking sounds as if a huge hole had been punched in his heart.
Zhou He watched in sheer terror, terrified that the old man might fail to catch his breath and follow his mother into the grave. As the family member of a victim, who could possibly bear such an outcome? Yet, even if one could not bear it, what else could be done? To avert an even greater catastrophe, everyone had to compromise!
Thinking of this, an uncontrollable resentment welled up in his heart. He wished that this dark world would be destroyed, so that everyone could die together and that the families of the victims would not have to be sacrificed for the benefit of the majority.
His wife seemed to share his thoughts, whispering in his ear, “Husband, I wish I had been killed like ma. Dying wouldn’t feel like anything, it would just be like closing my eyes and taking a nap. Unlike now, living in such agony! I can’t forget those horrible memories. I tremble at the sight of green, and I dare not close my eyes for a moment, because if I do, I feel like I’m back in that hellish place, unable to escape. I can’t be happy anymore, life is so hard! Husband, if we’re not going to leave, we might as well die together.”
It is clear that the disaster caused her extremely severe psychological trauma, to the point that she cannot recover from it.
Zhou He gripped his wife’s wrist tightly, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but he couldn’t open his mouth. The phrase kept echoing in his mind——Let’s just die together……
The three looked at each other, then stared at the gas stove, their eyes gleaming with resolute determination. They had clearly forgotten that in this room, there was a small life with the right to live, a right they had ruthlessly taken away from it.
Zhou He asked his wife to close the doors and windows, and his father to get tape to seal all the gaps. He then went into the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and carried his sleeping daughter out.
The family of four sat silently on the sofa, awaiting their impending death. As a faint, unpleasant odor wafted from the kitchen, Ma You’s image suddenly appeared on the television screen.
He was tied to a chair, his mouth gagged so he couldn’t speak. A man with gold-rimmed glasses and an air of extraordinary refinement sat opposite him and slowly said, “I am Song Rui, a police consultant and an expert in criminal psychology. You can call me Dr. Song. I’m here to gather evidence for you. If you honestly confess to the crimes you’ve committed, I guarantee the court will sentence you to death as quickly as possible. If you refuse to confess, we can keep you locked up like this for life.”
Ma You stared at him intently, and even though he couldn’t say a word, his fierce eyes were enough to instill fear in everyone.
Song Rui pointed to the medical staff standing to the side and continued, “You’re probably not well-educated, so you probably don’t know that biting off your tongue won’t kill you immediately. Instead, you’ll bleed and suffocate slowly. This process will take about half an hour to an hour and is extremely painful. We have plenty of time to save you. If you survive, you’ll become mute and lose your freedom. You need to think this through.”
Ma You’s fierce eyes flickered slightly, as if he hesitated.
Song Rui decisively said, “Unlock his gag.”
Several medical staff followed the instructions.
As soon as his jaws were freed, Ma You eagerly said, “What do you want to ask? I’ll tell you everything!”
Song Rui opened his notebook and said calmly, “Let’s start with the first case you committed. If I’m not mistaken, you were still working as a security guard back then?”
Ma You tilted his head back, squinted his eyes, and unconsciously licked his lips, as if savoring the feeling. What would be a terrible memory that others could never forget was as sweet as honey to him.
He remained silent for a long time, and Song Rui, sitting opposite him, waited patiently, while the viewers in front of the television grew increasingly anxious and fearful.
What kind of show is this? Why release this devil to torment everyone? Wouldn’t it be better to just lock him up?
Zhou He and his wife clung tightly to each other, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Father Zhou, his eyes bloodshot, stared at the television screen, wishing he could rush in and fight Ma You to the death. At this moment, perhaps only those who had disregarded their own lives could remain unafraid of him.
He licked his lips until they were red and shiny, as if he had drunk blood, before slowly saying, “Yes, back then I was working as a security guard. I forget which construction site it was, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that woman satisfied me so much, hahaha. She knelt down and kowtowed to me, begging me to let her go, and even said she would give me money. I could scare her half to death with just a breath. You didn’t see what she looked like, hahaha, so pitiful, really so pitiful. Seeing her getting weaker and weaker, a very strange feeling welled up inside me.”
He looked up at the ceiling and described it in an extremely excited tone, “How can I describe the feeling? Let me think, let me really think. Oh right, it’s like taking drugs!”
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his nostrils flared, and hissed through his slightly parted mouth, looking exactly like someone taking drugs. He said with deep reminiscence, “Her screams, cries, and pleas for mercy excited me more and more, her disheveled, pitiful, and helpless state filled me with uncontrollable joy. I lured everyone away and hid alone in the monitoring room, watching her for a full day and night. Every time she weakened, my heart pounded violently, and in that moment, I finally found the meaning of life!”
Ma You suddenly opened his eyes, staring intently at Song Rui, and howled excitedly, “I live to enjoy the suffering of others. Every nerve in my body trembles because of their pain. Seeing them struggle in despair makes me ecstatic! I’ve never felt so satisfied. It makes me happier than killing hundreds of cats and dogs! Because cats and dogs can only meow and bark, and I can’t understand what they’re saying at all, but those people scream for help, one scream after another, for hours on end, until they cough up blood. That sound is the most beautiful sound in the world. I often fall asleep to that sound, it’s such a wonderful feeling!”
As Ma You spoke, he closed his eyes again, and his originally twisted and ferocious face showed a peaceful expression. However, this peace, coupled with his cruel and crazy words, made people feel even more terrified.
What was he thinking at that moment? He was probably thinking of the victims’ pleas, cries, and screams. He used those sounds of extreme suffering as a lullaby. What was his heart made of? Stone? Steel? Ice?
No, no, no, none of that. He has no heart at all!
Zhou He and his wife, sitting in front of the television, were completely frozen by the terrifying chill. Even Father Zhou, who had been shouting that he would fight Ma You to the death, was now deathly pale and kept his mouth tightly shut. He suddenly realized that Ma You was not someone an ordinary person could kill, and even if he died, he would become something even more terrifying!
When a person is wicked to the extreme, no one will be unafraid of him, and no one will dare to confront him.
Those watching the interview on television froze, overwhelmed by a boundless panic that robbed them of their ability to think and threatened to break their already fragile nerves. At that moment, they began to profoundly doubt the saying “good will always prevail over evil.” Living in such an absurd, terrifying, and bizarre world, what hope was there for ordinary people?
As public panic escalated, Song Rui added fuel to the fire, “So, you won’t apologize to the victims? You don’t think killing them was wrong?”
Ma You rolled his blood-red eyes and sneered, “I’m just enjoying my life. What’s there to apologize for? It’s their honor to die by my hand.”
These words ignited Father Zhou emotions, causing him to suppress his inner fear. He abruptly stood up, intending to smash the television, but due to lack of oxygen, he swayed and fell back onto the sofa. Many others were similarly traumatized, yet none of them could actually do anything to Ma You. If the other party wasn’t afraid of death, who else would he be afraid of?
However, the moment this desperate thought surfaced, tugging at the hearts of the audience, Ma You on the screen displayed an expression of extreme terror. His eyes widened, his pupils contracted violently for a moment, his eyeballs bulged, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and his laughing mouth suddenly shut, letting out a deafening cough.
Song Rui followed his horrified gaze to the doorway and chuckled, “It seems there are still things in this world that can frighten you.”
Under their gazes, Fan Jialuo walked over unhurriedly, sat down slowly in the empty chair, and said calmly, “Untie his ropes and handcuffs.”
The police officers standing by immediately untied Ma You, who was bound hand and foot. However, Ma You, now free, remained frozen in place, looking like a frog being stalked by a venomous snake, too weak to resist.
Song Rui adjusted the position of the desk lamp, letting the stark white light shine directly on Ma You’s face, capturing his fearful, wary, and helpless expression perfectly on camera.
Seeing this scene through the camera lens, the audience, whose fear had reached its limit, seemed to be clinging tightly to a piece of driftwood at the moment of drowning, and couldn’t help but gasp for breath.
Great! Teacher Fan is here!
This thought had saved countless people tormented by fear, and it even allowed Father Zhou, whose heart condition was on the verge of a relapse, to sit up straight, his gaze burning as he stared at the television. He was absolutely certain that Teacher Fan would find a way to deal with this deranged Ma You!
Fan Jialuo asked calmly, “Do you know how many levels there are in hell?”
Ma You subconsciously answered, “18 level.” Coming to his senses, he immediately gritted his teeth and sneered, “You think you can scare me with those theories about hell? Hahaha, I’m not afraid! Someone like me whom even the King of Hell himself wouldn’t dare cross——am I really going to let myself be bluffed by a few empty words from you? In life, I am a god among men, in death, I am a god among ghosts. I am omnipotent! When the time comes, I will tear you limb from limb!”
Fan Jialuo shook his head, keeping the conversation on track, “For others, hell may only have eighteen levels, but for you, hell has two hundred and fifty-six levels.”
Ma You scoffed, “Two hundred and fifty-six levels? How did you figure that out?”
Fan Jialuo stretched out his hands and said calmly, “Put your hands up here, and I’ll show you the hell you’ve created.”
Ma You naturally dared not place his hand in his, but his body wouldn’t obey him. Stared at by those captivating, dark eyes, his mind was completely unable to think.
Viewers sitting in front of their televisions watched this scene with bated breath, having no idea what would happen next, yet inexplicably feeling that Teacher Fan was both sacred and cold.
Those who knew even a little about Fan Jialuo suddenly realized that once Teacher Fan Jialuo adopted this stance, he was serious. He was preparing to perform a psychic reading for Ma You, but what would the reading be about? What exactly did the 256 levels of hell mean?
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