QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 239. Ma You Finally Learned What It Means To Be Afraid
Ma You’s hands stiffly and slowly rose, reaching out to Fan Jialuo’s outstretched palms, his head tilting back as if trying to escape. His soul remained, but his body was split into two completely opposite halves.
Not only was he resisting, but Fan Jialuo’s brow was also furrowed, as if he was suppressing some unbearable emotion. When Ma You’s fingertips were about to touch his palm, he couldn’t help but flinch, and then glanced at Dr. Song.
His movements and expressions were subtle, quickly suppressed, but Song Rui, sitting beside him, lowered his head and subtly curled the corners of his lips. This man, under his influence, had even developed a germaphobia, beginning to despise Ma You’s blood-stained hands and tainted soul. He wasn’t like this before. They say one is influenced by one’s company, and they had reached the point of mutual assimilation.
Thinking of this, Song Rui raised his hand to cover his lips to prevent the camera from capturing his joyful expression.
In contrast to him, Fan Jialuo’s brows furrowed more and more. When Ma You’s hands touched his palms, he even exhaled a breath of stale air through his teeth, feeling increasingly disgusted and repulsed.
“The saying ‘Hell is other people’ doesn’t seem to apply to you.” Fan Jialuo held Ma You’s hands and said slowly, “To you, other people are tools for creating happiness, cats and dogs that you can kill at will. You can’t feel the pain from others, nor do you feel remorse for your sins. You yourself are a hell.”
Unable to resist, Ma You quickly calmed down. His stiff body went limp, and he slumped comfortably in the chair, breathing through his nose and a smirk playing on his lips, as if mocking Fan Jialuo’s inexplicable actions and words. He wasn’t even afraid of death, so why would he be afraid of such a small scene? His initial fear was merely a stress response.
Seeing his fearless, unrepentant, and even gleeful arrogance, viewers in front of their televisions felt both anger and hatred, but even more so, fear and helplessness. If a person lacks both empathy and a sense of guilt, he is virtually invincible. Even if he were caught, brought to court, and sentenced to death, he would merely smile dismissively, never uttering a word of apology or repentance.
What can you do when faced with someone like that? You can only swallow your anger, feel miserable, and hate them, enduring the torment of this resentment day and night.
Viewers glued to their television sets were either teary-eyed, cursing, or trembling with fear. Some grabbed whatever they could and slammed it against the wall, while others knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. The pain and fear Ma You had inflicted on them were far from over, in fact, this was only the beginning.
With trembling fingertips, Father Zhou pointed at the grinning demon on the television screen, a curse stuck in his throat, unable to escape. He was already suffocating. Zhou He and his wife were also so enraged that they felt dizzy and weak, their hands pressing tightly against their hearts to prevent them from bursting.
The only person unaffected by Ma You’s cruelty was Fan Jialuo. He lowered his eyelids, refusing to look at the demon-like face, and continued, “Now, I’m going to teach you empathy. I’m going to make you feel the pain and fear of others, and then deeply repent for your sins. Are you ready?”
Ma You raised his eyebrows, curled his lips into a slant, and gave an extremely arrogant look before letting out a sneer from his nose.
Chief Yan, watching this scene through the two way mirror, was so nervous his palms were sweating. If Teacher Fan failed to achieve his stated goal, the impact of this live broadcast on the entire society would be extremely negative. His superiors called one after another, questioning what he was up to, netizens left messages filled with fear, resentment, and helplessness.
It can be said that if Teacher Fan’s move fails, he will be condemned by everyone and face complete disgrace. Even if he captures Ma You and saves the entire capital, this achievement will be wiped out.
A person who always strives for perfection will be criticized for even the slightest blemish, while a villain can be praised for a single, insignificant good deed. The logic of this world has always been this bizarre.
As Chief Yan waited anxiously and the audience remained bewildered, Fan Jialuo slowly transferred the near-death memories contained within the magnetic field into Ma You’s mind. Since Ma You lacked empathy, he would bestow this ability upon him.
One second Ma You was laughing triumphantly, the next he was terrified. Fragments of chaotic memories began to appear in his mind, spinning like a slideshow and playing out vividly.
His eyes gradually bulged out, his cheeks slowly sunken, and he became visibly haggard and worn out. He frequently licked his lips with his tongue, as if he were extremely thirsty.
His change was so obvious that viewers in front of their televisions noticed it immediately.
To better understand the public’s emotional reactions, Chief Yan was watching a live stream on a tablet. Netizens were constantly sending comments on the screen, asking what had happened to Ma You and why he looked so much haggard in an instant.
Just as Song Rui had predicted, the moment Ma You appeared disheveled, even slightly, public sentiment would be greatly appeased. Netizens who had previously been frequently protesting and demanding the government immediately shut down the live stream and television channels were now completely silent, instead urging even the most timid to come and watch. They sensed that Teacher Fan was about to make a big move.
But Fan Jialuo’s actions surprised everyone. He actually released Ma You, took a disinfectant wipe from Dr. Song, and began to slowly wipe his fingertips, his expression serene and his posture relaxed, as if he had already stopped channeling.
Seeing his behavior, the audience couldn’t help but feel very disappointed. The live stream chat was full of questions directed at Fan Jialuo, while Father Zhou pressed his chest and said in a trembling voice, “Why doesn’t he continue channeling? Can’t he deal with Ma You either? Continue, continue!”
Zhou He supported his father’s swaying body while gritting his teeth and watching the screen. He desperately wanted Fan Jialuo to inflict more pain on Ma You, but the other man seemed to have only punished Ma You briefly before letting go. Was that all he could do?
Just as everyone’s discontent was rising rapidly, Ma You suddenly slid down the back of his chair, his knees hitting the ground with a thud. Then he clutched his throat and shouted urgently, “Water, water, give me water!”
Fan Jialuo picked up a glass of water that was placed beside him, and under Ma You’s extremely eager gaze, drank it all in one gulp.
Ma You’s eyes turned red at the sight, and he cried out in near despair, “Leave me a mouthful! Please, leave me a mouthful!”
Fan Jialuo turned the empty glass upside down, responding to his plea with callous indifference.
Ma You stared intently at the empty glass, from which not a single drop of water could be poured, and let out an angry roar. His madness, his despair, his pleas stunned everyone. The comments in the live stream vanished in an instant, and Father Zhou, who had been so excited he wanted to smash the TV, plopped back down in his seat, greedily watching the utterly disheveled Ma You, a look of pleasure and enjoyment in his eyes.
After a long while, a netizen tentatively posted a comment: 【What just happened? Why did Ma You suddenly demand water and go crazy if he wasn’t given it? 】
【I don’t know! Didn’t Teacher Fan’s channeling already end? 】
In their view, letting go meant the end of the psychic communication, but the reality was the complete opposite of what they had guessed, it was only the beginning.
Fan Jialuo gently placed the water glass back in its original position and said softly, “Move the table away.”
The police officers standing by immediately moved the interrogation table aside, allowing Ma You to face Fan Jialuo directly. From the camera’s perspective, he didn’t appear to collapse from pain, but rather seemed to be kowtowing and begging for mercy from Fan Jialuo. This scene greatly pleased the audience.
The netizen who was just saying he was going to report the live stream suddenly posted a huge, bright red “awesome” word.
Chief Yan glanced at the tablet, then at the shrewd and calculating Teacher Fan. His anxiety finally subsided, and the constant barrage of questioning calls ceased. It’s easy to imagine how many people were watching this unfold with bated breath.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fan Jialuo slowly spoke, “This is your first hell, and also the dying feeling of the first person you killed.” He tapped his temples with his slender fingertips, his voice as soft as a babbling brook, yet it brought a lingering chill and terror, “She was too old, and died of a sudden heart attack before the feeling of hunger could reach its peak.”
As he spoke, Ma You’s hands, which had been clutching his throat, tightened around his chest. He collapsed completely, curled up on the floor, and began to convulse. Without the table obstructing the view, more than a dozen cameras could clearly and comprehensively capture his agonizing state.
Fan Jialuo closed his eyes slightly and continued to describe, “When the heart disease strikes, you will feel sharp pain in your body, you will be unable to breathe through your mouth and nose, your body will begin to go numb, and your mind will become confused. You know you are about to die, you want to shout for help, but in fact you can’t make a sound at all, you want to crawl out to find someone, but you can’t even move your fingertips, you can only lie on the ground and wait for death alone.”
His every word was confirmed by Ma You’s actions.
Ma You clutched his chest in excruciating pain, large beads of cold sweat beading on his forehead. He cried for help, but no sound came out. His fingertips dug into the floor, but his body remained paralyzed. He rolled his eyes at the ceiling, his face displaying a desperate, lonely, and passively awaiting-death expression of resentment.
One of the cameras filmed a close-up of him, and under the high-definition lens, his numb face, the kind only a dying person would have, brought immense comfort to all the viewers. This cruel and heartless scene received not a single complaint, instead, it garnered overwhelming praise online, with likes skyrocketing to an astonishing number in no time.
Finally, Ma You convulsed violently for a moment, then lay still.
Viewers who hadn’t yet reached their peak of enjoyment instinctively asked: 【That’s it? 】
Fan Jialuo slowly spoke, “Next is your second hell, which comes from the dying feelings of the second victim, Jiang Keke. She was driven to death by thirst by you.”
Ma You, who had been lying motionless, suddenly regained his energy and scrambled to his feet, trying to escape. He finally understood what Fan Jialuo meant by the 256 levels of hell. It was people! It was the painful memories of the victims he had killed! It was death after death!
The first one was already excruciating, what would the others be like? Ma You dared not even think about it! He had never been able to understand the pain of others before, and only now did he finally realize what he had done.
He rushed toward the door, but after taking a step, he suddenly knelt down, gasping for breath.
Fan Jialuo described his feelings in a soft voice, “Doesn’t it feel like your mouth is very dry and your throat is very hot, as if it’s about to burst into flames?”
Ma You clutched his throat, turned to look at Fan Jialuo, his mouth wide open, making a hoarse sound.
Seeing his pained expression, the audience couldn’t help but swallow hard, suddenly gaining a deeper and more intuitive understanding of the phrase “burning with thirst.”
Fan Jialuo said casually, “Don’t worry, this is just the beginning. You’ll feel a little dizzy later, and your skin will become dry from dehydration.”
Ma You’s head began to sway back and forth and side to side, and sure enough, he began to feel dizzy, and his skin became dry at a visible speed.
This amazing scene stunned viewers in front of their televisions and netizens watching the live stream.
Fan Jialuo’s description continues, “Dehydration causes your blood to thicken and stops pumping blood to non-essential organs. The first organ to be abandoned is the stomach and intestines, so you will feel nauseous and want to vomit.”
Ma You knelt down, supporting his body with his hands, his head bowed low, and he made retching sounds repeatedly.
Fan Jialuo closed his eyes and said in a low voice, “After your stomach and intestines, your kidneys will also stop working. Because you can’t produce urine, you will feel a burning pain in your urethra and bladder.”
Ma You curled up on the ground, clutching his lower abdomen, his expression one of unbearable pain. He began to cry for help, pleading for a chance to live like everyone
else he had trapped and died, but the people in the interrogation room simply stood quietly to the side, watching his despair and struggle with indifferent eyes.
He was now reaping the same pain he had inflicted on others. He struggled to turn over and kowtowed repeatedly to Fan Jialuo, his appearance utterly miserable.
Fan Jialuo’s shoe tip pointed at his head, swaying slightly, seemingly nonchalant. When facing such utterly heinous villains, he never harbored even the slightest shred of mercy, the so-called adage——drop the butcher’s knife and instantly attain Buddhahood——was, to him, nothing more than a joke. If even a wretch like Ma You could attain Buddhahood simply by ceasing to kill, then this world would have no reason to continue existing, indeed, the myriad living beings of this world would be nothing more than souls claimed by the Buddha’s very own blade.
He stared at Ma You’s trembling head and said in a low voice, “After your kidneys stop working, your mouth and nose will crack due to dehydration and bleed.”
Ma You reached out and touched it, indeed feeling the thick, fresh blood on the tip of his nose. His expression instantly turned one of utter terror and madness. What on earth was this person? Why could he cast him into hell?
The audience was so stunned by Fan Jialuo’s perfectly synchronized descriptions that they were speechless. It turned out that the hell he spoke of was a series of death memories, the victims’ final experiences, the ultimate pain and despair! He could achieve such a thing with just a brief touch on Ma You, was he truly just a psychic, and not a god?
All eyes were on Fan Jialuo, and he delivered his final pronouncement, “Your brain will shrink due to dehydration, your eyeballs will sunken into their sockets, your consciousness will begin to blur, and your throat will make strange noises, which signify the coming of death.”
As Ma You kowtowed and begged for mercy, he slowly collapsed, revealing his face. His once bulging eyeballs were now sunken deep in their sockets, becoming dry and cloudy. His mouth was wide open, making gurgling sounds, a result of his body automatically secreting mucus due to dehydration. The appearance of such sounds was a sign that the person’s life had come to an end.
Ma You convulsed a few times before finally succumbing to his injuries.
The audience also involuntarily held their breath as he breathed his last.
Just then, Fan Jialuo’s cold voice rang out again, “The third level of hell has begun. Are you ready?”
Ma You suddenly opened his eyes and ran frantically towards the door, using both hands and feet. The fearless, unrepentant, and utterly unemotional man had finally learned to be afraid.
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