Chapter 712: I Lied to You

Book Chapter 712: I Lied to You (Update 5)

Xiao Yu had known one simple truth for a long time.

The real nightmare isn’t merely plunging someone into endless despair and watching them struggle.

It’s about offering that desperate soul a glimmer of hope, forcing them to fight within it, only to shatter that hope all over again.

In the end, all their efforts amount to nothing.

That’s when true despair begins.

And that is the true arrival of a nightmare!

Xiao Yu was never a good person.

Even the virtuous sometimes end up becoming police.

Just as villains take pleasure in tormenting the good.

He, in turn, relished bullying those very villains.

The moment Wang Jianmu caught a spark of hope, he spilled every detail.

He revealed everything he knew, word for word.

Wang Jianmu was a ‘Divine Follower’.

What in the world is that?

In short, it means he was a kind of apostle of God!

There exists an organization that worships the divine.

They believe everything in this world is a gift bestowed by God.

God controls the world, and they are His people.

Devotees, truly His followers!

Their leader is known as the ‘Divine Emissary’.

To them, this ‘Divine Emissary’ is the closest one can get to God.

Under the Emissary’s command, they undertake all sorts of acts.

For example, they give everything they have in devotion to God.

Or the ‘Divine Emissary’ issues orders for them to obey.

Including committing crimes!

Yet in the eyes of these ‘Divine Followers’, it isn’t crime—it’s the fulfillment of God’s will.

Oddly enough, despite their numbers, none of the followers know one another.

Only the ‘Divine Emissary’ knows every single one of them.

So, how did Wang Jianmu become a ‘Divine Follower’?

It all began six years ago.

One day, a man walked into his fast-food restaurant.

It was nearly closing time, and the stranger had already had too much to drink.

With nothing else to do, Wang Jianmu chatted with him for a while.

They even shared a few drinks together.

Before he knew it, he was inexplicably drunk.

When he finally came to, he found himself in a strange place.

Countless figures in cloaks and masks stood around him, staring coldly.

One of them recited every piece of his personal information—family, relatives, friends, everything.

They threatened him, declaring that if he didn’t join them,

he, his family, his loved ones, and even his child would perish!

Was Wang Jianmu that naive?

He wasn’t foolish; he reluctantly pretended to join them.

Once he was taken from that mysterious place, his first thought was to call the police.

But then he saw his child standing beside a stranger.

That stranger, smiling gently, handed his child back to him.

Before leaving, the stranger uttered one chilling remark.

“Your child is too precious. You wouldn’t want them to die, would you?”

Wang Jianmu was overcome with despair.

From that day on, he truly became part of the organization—as a ‘Divine Follower’.

Every week, Wang Jianmu was forced to attend a ‘Divine Gathering’.

The ‘Divine Emissary’ would preach about God, His world, and the splendor of His kingdom.

He even distributed sacred texts for them to take home and memorize.

Sometimes, he assigned them extra ‘homework’.

If by the next gathering they failed to recite certain passages or complete the ‘homework’,

they would be punished.

Wang Jianmu recalled one time when a ‘Divine Follower’ failed to finish his assignment.

The result? He was reduced to nothing more than a desiccated corpse.

They watched on surveillance as the man transformed from a living person into a dry husk.

Another follower, who didn’t complete a task, suffered the same fate, turning into a lifeless cadaver…

Over the course of six years, Wang Jianmu witnessed one ‘Divine Follower’ after another meet their end.

He saw them turn into corpses and watched the ‘Divine Emissary’ collect their corpse oil.

That oil was then poured into the lamp of every follower.

The ‘Divine Emissary’ proclaimed that these lamps were reminders of the grim fate awaiting those who defy God.

They had to obey and fulfill all of God’s commands if they ever wanted to avoid ending up like lamp oil.

……

“I don’t know who the other Divine Followers are.”

“I have no idea who the Divine Emissary is.”

“At every gathering, I’m required to go to a designated spot, blindfolded. Then a vehicle arrives and takes me to a mysterious location I know nothing about.”

“Only upon arrival am I allowed to remove the blindfold, don a mask, and enter a grand hall to listen to God’s teachings…”

“Over these six years, I surrendered half of my fortune to God and did everything for His sake. I even witnessed a few Divine Followers being turned into lifeless cadavers in a villa, where we collected their corpse oil.”

“I’m certain the other Divine Followers have done the same—after all, I’ve seen countless corpses lined up inside that villa.”

“Yesterday, the Divine Emissary found me and handed me two items—an air freshener and an electric mosquito repellent.”

“He said these were rewards, items personally blessed by God.”

“But today… I suddenly saw 653 terrifying demons—monsters so horrific I didn’t want to die. I wanted to grab a knife and kill every single one of them.”

“And then…”

“That’s all I know. I’ve told you everything I can.”

Wang Jianmu looked at Xiao Yu with desperate pleading. “Do with me as you will—I know I’ve committed an unforgivable sin. I beg you, spare my family; they’re innocent. Everything dreadful was done by me alone!”

“Is that so.”

Xiao Yu fixed his gaze on Wang Jianmu and asked seriously, “During these six years, you must have had countless opportunities to escape with your wife, child, and friends—or hide, or even call the police…why didn’t you?”

“I…”

It was as if Wang Jianmu’s secrets had been laid bare. He looked up at Xiao Yu in disbelief, trembling, unable to finish his thought.

“I understand what you’re thinking.”

Xiao Yu stood up. “Didn’t I promise to give you another chance just a moment ago?”

“Y-Yes.”

Wang Jianmu nodded frantically.

“Actually…”

With a cold glare, Xiao Yu declared, “I lied to you!”

“No…”

Amidst Wang Jianmu’s anguished, desperate cries,

Xiao Yu strode toward the door of the Interrogation Room.

For some, the nightmare has only just begun!

Wen

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