Although he already knew what was coming, Wen Wen moved his father's photo aside and looked at the photo behind it.
As he expected, the photo depicted a bloody room with several corpses lying on the floor in gruesome states.
In the center of the room, a young man knelt in a pool of blood, cradling a dead woman in his arms, his eyes vacant and lifeless…
In reality, no one had witnessed this scene; it was recreated by the association's investigators based on their findings. While some details might be inaccurate, it still delivered a profound shock to Wen Wen.
"Heh, heheheh…"
Wen Wen let out a strange laugh, and after laughing, he began to cry.
He wanted to put his fingers in his mouth and chew them, to tear at his own flesh, but he ultimately didn't. That was a bad habit taken by Wen Li, and he didn't want to pick it up again.
After repeating this several times, Wen Wen's emotions gradually calmed down. His eyes no longer held such profound grief; instead, there was a sense of release.
If those who knew Wen Wen before Wen Li had seen him now, they might have thought he had lost control or done something irrational.
But after he had truly bid farewell to Wen Li, it was as if he had parted ways with his most insane side. Although he was still a pervert now, he was no longer at risk of going mad at any moment.
With his emotions restored, Wen Wen looked at the suspects. A faint aura of madness, or "kuang qi," was swirling around each of them.
For the husband, sister, and the customer, it was simply a pure red gas. However, the "kuang qi" around the photographer was slightly different, occasionally manifesting the face of a woman…
"I originally wanted to investigate properly, but I've lost the mood now. The situation is already very clear. There is only one truth—you are the killer…"
Wen Wen took out a rope and tied up the photographer. For the first time, he refrained from taking any personal action, patiently waiting for this scene to conclude. Sudan Novel Network
"Kuang qi" was the manifestation of a person's most essential madness. Those entwined with "kuang qi" would have the crazed faces of their victims appear before them in their final moments.
Therefore, there was no need to investigate who the killer was any further.
After waiting a few minutes, the cutscene officially began.
In the animation, the victim was arguing with the photographer.
The photographer, having gambled away all his assets, incessantly demanded money from the victim. He threatened to reveal their relationship to the shop owner if he didn't comply.
After repeated attempts, the victim finally couldn't stand it anymore, refused his demands, and threatened to call the police if he continued to extort her.
Enraged, the photographer pushed the victim down the stairs.
And two days prior, the victim's husband discovered the illicit affair between her and the photographer, so he secretly swapped the victim's fast-acting heart medication with sugar pills.
The sister, who seemed to be at odds with her elder sister over inheritance disputes, was actually the one most heartbroken after the victim's death…
Ding…
The machine opened. The effects of the hypnotic gas had not yet dissipated. Wen Wen stood up, his eyes red, a ferocious aura emanating from him.
The two judges watched Wen Wen nervously. In the small compartments on either side of the room, supersoldiers were already ambushed, ready to subdue Wen Wen if he went berserk.
But Wen Wen did not erupt. Instead, he sighed and walked up to the two judges.
"Give me a copy of those photos. I haven't seen them in a long time."
"Oh, alright."
The nervous female judge snapped out of her shock and handed a stack of photos to Wen Wen, feeling a wave of relief.
This kind of assessment was not only difficult for Wen Wen but also posed a life-threatening risk to the judges, as she was just an ordinary person.
After receiving the photos, Wen Wen put them into his bag without looking at them and left the testing room.
After Wen Wen walked out, the two judges exchanged smiles. Although Wen Wen appeared to be a powder keg, he ultimately did not explode. As long as he didn't erupt, he had the qualifications to become a Hunter.
It was normal to be angry for such things; anyone would be.
However, if one lost their sanity due to anger, they would not be the kind of Hunter the Hunter Association needed.
After Wen Wen left, the female judge wrote her evaluation of him.
'It is estimated that this demon hunter's normal sanity level is above ninety points. Under specific stimuli, his sanity level hovers between sixty and seventy points. Additionally, this demon hunter should not be easily contaminated by supernatural forces, as he himself is a source of contamination.'
Wen Wen walked out of the testing building and breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the sunlight outside.
When he saw those photos, he had been on the verge of an outburst, but he had ultimately held back, or rather, he had finally managed to confront his inner demons.
He had been avoiding facing this matter before, but if one could not directly confront psychological trauma, the trauma would persist, deepen, and eventually fester.
Now, Wen Wen's trauma had begun to heal. Thus, as the sunlight shone on his face, he felt reborn…
Guided by an assistant, Wen Wen arrived at a hall. The demon hunters who had passed the first two assessments were sparsely seated here. Except for anomalies like Miao Miaomiao, who had not seen those photos at all, most supersoldiers had unpleasant expressions.
Even if they did not have severe psychological trauma like Wen Wen, the Hunter Association would replace the final photos with items carrying strong mental contamination.
The scenario for the entire second assessment was the same for everyone. Only the final photos differed for each participant, being the things that would cause the greatest mental stimulus to the assessed demon hunters.
Wen Wen found a chair and sat down, gazing at the ceiling, wanting to think of nothing as he waited for the next assessment.
After about two hours, another person plopped down beside Wen Wen. Without looking, Wen Wen knew it was Chu Wei.
A smile played on his lips as he looked at the gloomy faces of the demon hunters in the room, his face filled with schadenfreude.
Wen Wen looked at Chu Wei in surprise and said, "Why do you seem so happy? This perverse assessment shouldn't put you in a good mood."
Chu Wei displayed a smile like that of an enlightened monk: "Do you think there's anything someone like me, who has died countless times, can't see through?"
Although he had fumbled while dealing with those scenarios, he hadn't been greatly stimulated when he finally looked at the photos.
In fact, his sanity level was among the highest of all the participating demon hunters.
Then, he looked at Wen Wen with ill intent: "What did you encounter that made you look so dejected? Tell me so I can be happy."
Since he couldn't die anyway, he wasn't afraid of provoking Wen Wen.
Wen Wen looked at him deeply, then sighed and said, "In that virtual space, I saw the true appearance of 'Biluochun Rolls.'"
"How was it? Was she as beautiful as a celestial maiden?" Chu Wei asked expectantly.
Wen Wen scanned the hall, found a cleaning lady, and subtly pointed at her, saying, "About her age, a bit fat, and quite ugly…"
Chu Wei's smile froze, and he said to Wen Wen with a slightly stiff expression, "I don't believe you. You must be lying!"
"Heh heh…"
Wen Wen snorted and said, "If what I said is false, I'll do that to a five-speed electric fan right in front of you, and I'll add a barrel cactus on top of it."
Chu Wei: "…"