Phelps snorted coldly. "Bullsh*t! Divine powers, Dharmic powers, whatever. It's nothing but a hoax from the Chinese. Send Kuis! That monk can't be that godly!"
Half an hour later, in the police station, a burly man appeared before the doll.
The bald man had a scar on his face, and he was wearing a ferocious expression. He gripped the metal bars with both hands and roared. "Kid, let's cut the nonsense! Tell me what I want to know, and I'll help you out. Otherwise, you'll die here."
The doll sitting in front of him lifted its head slightly and smiled at him in a gentle way. "You shouldn't have grabbed the bars."
"What do you mean?" Kuis asked.
At that moment, the ceiling suddenly cracked, and a broken electric wire landed on the metal bars!
The next moment…
"Ahhhh! Boohoo! Uhhh…"
The unique fragrance of meat wafted again.
