RBCT Chapter 308 Boiling Frog in Slow Water
Chapter 308 Boiling Frog in Slow Water
Chapter 308 Boiling a Frog in Slow Water (Part 1)
Half a month ago.
U.S. flag country, New York, Ghost Inspection Bureau headquarters.
The underground prison was dimly lit.
The man in the prosecutor's uniform sat opposite Yang Xiao, speaking in a businesslike tone: "I am the interrogator of Ghost Prison. Call me Lieutenant Sam."
Now I will question you. Your real name is not Zou Jun, is it? Your name is Yang Xiao, from Liancheng, Xia Kingdom.
Yang Xiao was strapped to the electric chair. He kept rolling his eyes upward to look at the thing on his head that looked like a hair salon perm cap.
He absolutely did not believe that the other party had done this to him for the purpose of getting a haircut and styling.
Seeing his silence, Lieutenant Sam frowned. "I need your cooperation. I don't have time to waste on you."
Yang Xiao struggled slightly, then said with a grin, "Guess what kind of place this is?"
Lieutenant Sam immediately pressed, "Like what?"
The assistant beside Yang Xiao stared intently at him, his pen ready to take notes at any moment.
A lewd glint appeared on Yang Xiao's face: "This place is like a Japanese adult film—no, your American country prefers to make this type of film."
So, are you two grown men really the ones interrogating me? Or should we get a woman instead?
The assistant's lips twitched, and he put down his pen.
I thought Yang Xiao was going to reveal something, but it turned out he said something like this?
Lieutenant Sam's face darkened: "You think you're funny?"
Mr. Yang Xiao, if you don't answer my question today, I'll make you wish you were dead.
Yang Xiao's eyes widened, and with a look of grim determination, he exaggeratedly shouted, "I want a woman! A woman! It has to be a woman! I don't want a man!"
Lieutenant Sam was furious.
He placed his hand on the electric chair switch and glanced at his assistant: "Have the medics prepare for resuscitation."
He was going to give this arrogant fool a good beating.
"Elegant—Wax Butterfly—"
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Yang Xiao shook his head as he shouted those words in a high-pitched voice.
His legs, clad in green trousers, were exaggeratedly clamped together, his face flushed, and his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anxiety.
He perfectly captured the essence of a certain type of actress.
Lieutenant Sam's face twitched with rage: "I—I'll cripple you tonight, or I'm not my grandmother's daughter!"
He removed his hand from the "low" position switch and pressed the "danger" position directly to start the engine.
An electric current coursed through Yang Xiao's body.
Nerves ruptured, heart paralysis.
"ah!!!"
Yang Xiao's eyes widened, his body convulsed violently, he tilted his head back, rolled his eyes, and let out a shrill scream.
Lieutenant Sam felt completely satisfied.
He enjoyed that sound—especially when facing stubborn prisoners; it sounded better than any music.
Not satisfied, he increased the current intensity again.
This time, a burnt smell emanated from certain parts of Yang Xiao's body.
His screams grew louder.
Lieutenant Sam, confident of victory, chuckled and said, "Now you know how powerful I am?"
The screams abruptly stopped.
Yang Xiao stopped convulsing.
Lieutenant Sam froze. Had he killed him?
Lieutenant Sam's expression changed: "Quickly, find medical personnel..."
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A soft chuckle suddenly rang out: "Like Elena—or Maria Ozawa?"
Lieutenant Sam frowned in disbelief.
This guy was practically electrocuted, but he acted like nothing happened—and they were still teasing him?
Yang Xiao slowly raised his eyes, a cold smile curving his lips: "You're as ridiculous as an incompetent husband."
Or like a brute who only knows how to rampage in bed without using any skill.
You don't understand the psychological pain that the waveform, phase, frequency, and other parameters of electric current can cause to humans.
Fundamentally, you're nothing more than a toy that has been given electric shocks that cause physical pain.
That's really low-end.
Lieutenant Sam's eyes slowly widened.
Yang Xiao took a deep breath of the burnt smell on his body, his eyes filled with ecstasy: "If torture is an art, then I am the Van Gogh of this field."
As for you, and this ghost inspection bureau?
It's just at the level of an open class at a children's palace for young children.
Lieutenant Sam broke out in a cold sweat and glanced at the stun gun out of the corner of his eye.
The electric shocks never stopped; they continued indefinitely.
The burnt smell in the room never stopped.
How does this guy manage to stay calm and talk to himself?
Yang Xiao's voice was no longer the high-pitched and frivolous one before, but a deep, hoarse, and extremely dangerous one: "Would you like to taste the master's skills?"
Believe me, when you experience the pain of self-inflicted suffering, you will gain a lot of inspiration regarding punishment.
Lieutenant Sam looked up in shock, his eyes meeting Yang Xiao's, which were half-hidden by his wispy hair.
His eyes instantly filled with fear.
What kind of eyes were those?!
There was no warmth, no humanity, only indescribable brutality and chaos.
Those are... the eyes of a demon!
Yang Xiao calmly said, "Now, I want a woman."
Lieutenant Sam's psychological defenses were completely breached by this madman.
He quickly switched off the stun gun, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down: "Okay."
The assistant was stunned, then asked incredulously, "Lieutenant, are you really going to find him a woman in prison?"
Lieutenant Sam, as if finding an outlet for his anger, yelled, "I'll have a different female staff member interrogate him! It's not like I'm sending her a prostitute!"
Late at night.
Yang Xiao, who was still receiving treatment and intravenous fluids, sat in a chair in the interrogation room, still bound by chains.
. . . . . .
The door was pushed open.
A blonde, foreign beauty in a white lab coat walked in.
Yang Xiao looked up, staring intently at her: "It's you?"
The woman who came was named Halle Catherine, and she had met Yang Xiao once before.
That was the executioner's axe incident.
Yang Xiao was treated like an ordinary citizen and underwent psychological testing along with other customers at the bar.
"So you still remember me."
Harley was happy to find Yang Xiao.
The previous psychological test showed that Yang Xiao is a born dangerous personality. The so-called "hypermasism syndrome" makes everyone seem honest and cute in front of him.
If Yang Xiao's research data were available, her doctoral dissertation would be approved.
Harley sat opposite Yang Xiao.
This scene is actually quite comical:
Harley is a traditional, well-behaved girl, a female PhD student with excellent grades and character;
Yang Xiao is a complete and utter villain, radiating bloodlust.
The two sat facing each other, and surprisingly, they were in perfect harmony.
Harley opened her notebook and said casually, "You're asking a woman to come see you to try and get special treatment, aren't you?"
Yang Xiao stared at her: "What do you mean?"
Harley smiled and said, "You scared Lieutenant Sam like that just to get another woman to interrogate you."
Actually, having a different female staff member interrogate you doesn't violate any principles.
But many people see this as a challenge to authority.
Now, the Ghost Investigation Bureau has compromised and sent me here.
Gradually, you will become more and more demanding, making excessive requests little by little, like a frog being slowly boiled in water.
So this isn't about provoking the Ghost Investigation Bureau; it's about you gradually gaining authority.
Her gaze was fixed on Yang Xiao, as if she were looking at a puzzle that had already been solved: "One day, you will use these privileges you have gained to do something that the Ghost Inspection Bureau will regret."
Her voice was steady, with the calmness of an academic discussion: "From a psychological perspective, this is a case of gradual accumulation of privileges."
Through a series of low-frequency, low-intensity tests, the psychological defenses of regulators are gradually weakened, making them desensitized to transgressive behaviors.
Each time you succeed, it reinforces your perception of the legitimacy of your actions, while lowering the vigilance threshold of regulators.
This is essentially the reverse application of operant conditioning.
Harley paused, then chuckled as if she had seen through the mischievous children's little tricks, and said, "You are training them."
And I am the first piece of candy you received, your first reward.
After listening, Yang Xiao remained silent for a moment, then slowly curled up the corners of his mouth: "Miss Harley, you are much more interesting than that Sam."
Harley pushed up her glasses and smiled. "Looks like I was right. Could we give the winner a reward?"
Yang Xiao said in a rather flattering tone, "I would be happy to serve such a clever and beautiful woman as you."
Harley said, "Don't worry, I won't ask the questions the Ghost Bureau cares about."
I have some other questions, but you must answer truthfully.
"Well... to be honest, I want to study your psychology as part of my graduation thesis."
She shrugged: "You have no idea how insane American graduation theses really are."
Yang Xiao suddenly chuckled: "Is this also your method of slowly boiling a frog in water?"
Start by asking a trivial question, then slowly increase the weight of the questions until you get everything you want to know.
Harley was taken aback, not expecting Yang Xiao to see through her so easily, but she defiantly looked him straight in the eye: "Then do you dare?"
Yang smiled and said, "Please ask."
Harley smoothly uttered the question she had prepared: "What if a museum catches fire—"
Would you choose to save a priceless ancient painting, or a cat also trapped in a fire?
She added, "You can only choose one."
Although Harley had the idea of slowly boiling the frog, she also genuinely wanted to study Yang Xiao's psychology.
Yang Xiao replied without hesitation, "Of course, it's to save the painting."
Harley wasn't surprised at all by this answer.
In fact, the underlying logic of this question is about choosing between life and money.
A villain like Yang Xiao would certainly disregard human life and choose a famous painting that offers more tangible benefits.
After all, for anyone with good intentions, a life is obviously more important.
Harley lowered her head, picked up her pen, and began to write: "So, you believe that property is far more important than a living being."
Harley looked up and asked, "Why?"
Don't you think a famous painting is just a painting?
No matter what value people give it, it is ultimately just a painting.
On the contrary, the preciousness of life does not need to be bestowed by anyone; life itself has value.
Yang Xiao looked at Harley with a teasing smile: "Before you answer, can I ask you a question?"
If this question makes you admit that the value of a painting is greater than life itself, then I won't ask you for a reward.
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Harley chuckled and shook her head: "Okay."
He's just a desperate criminal. Does he think he can compete with a psychology PhD like me on these kinds of psychological issues?
That's just showing off my limited skills before an expert.
Yang Xiao asked casually, "What if a museum catches fire?"
Harley slowly frowned.
This is clearly the question I just asked myself.
Yang Xiao continued, "Would you choose to save a priceless ancient painting, or save a...?"
Cockroaches trapped in the fire too?
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