When the young officer interrupted, Kieran clearly saw the older officer shrunk his neck a little. It was obvious that he was afraid.
It wasn't strange for a subordinate to fear his superior.
But if there was only fear, then it would be strange.
While his heart was spinning with guesses, Kieran's reply wasn't slow at all.
"I told you, I'm a shaman.
"The dead Max told me."
Kieran said calmly.
It wasn't rude but it was more direct.
Not polite?
Hidden within.
Kieran's attitude towards strangers wasn't friendly to begin with, let alone being kind to someone who was rude to him.
He didn't have any special fetishes.
Not now.
Not in the future.
"You!"
The young officer glared at Kieran. Her already big eyes got even bigger, making her look very beautiful but at the moment, her eyes were filled with rage and a faint killing intent. It was the kind of aura that only appeared after lingering on the edge of life and death for a long time.
A normal person would be as quiet as a cicada in winter when facing such a killing intent.
As for Kieran?
Of course not!
He had been through many dungeon worlds, he had wandered in the shadows, he had charged into the battlefield, and each time, he relied on the accumulation of his life to emerge unscathed and obtain the final victory.
The path that he walked on was paved with bodies.
Wherever he looked, there were corpses strewn everywhere.
Even in the big city, he was secretly called the butcher and the executioner.
Kieran quietly looked at the killing intent, the speculations in his heart increasing.
He looked at the man's palms, then his legs, and finally his face.
Suddenly, Kieran showed a smile.
It was a sincere smile from the bottom of his heart.
At the same time, he raised his right hand and slowly extended his fingers in front of the man's face, like a blooming flower.
Kieran's voice became unprecedentedly soft.
"Take it easy.
This isn't a battlefield.
There are no bullets fired from the shadows, no landmines buried under the ground.
What you need is a good rest. I'm not telling you to go back to your past, it's not realistic but I hope you can face the facts.
"Remember, you're still alive."
"With the honor of your comrades."
"With the expectations of your comrades."
The soft voice was like a falling feather. Under the light, the young female police officer became a little dazed, as if she was about to fall asleep.
The older male police officer on the side was dumbfounded as he watched all of this.
Obviously, his profession allowed him to understand what Kieran was doing.
Hypnosis!
But it was precisely because he knew that the male police officer understood the difficulty.
One must know that this new partner of his wasn't a simple person. He had a strong will forged from shocking experiences. Not to mention hypnosis, even a normal hypnotist or psychiatrist would be scared out of their wits upon seeing him. Even the few outstanding ones would be helpless against his rock-solid will.
He didn't expect that a swindler … no, a 'shaman' would actually be able to do it.
Unconsciously, the senior officer changed the way he addressed Kieran from the bottom of his heart.
He had abilities that ordinary people didn't have.
Such a person was worthy of respect.
The young female officer's head suddenly drooped down. Her body instinctively jumped back and her right hand reached for the gun at her waist.
However, she missed.
Then, she reacted to the situation.
She had left that place.
She transferred to a more stable position and because she failed some psychological tests, she lost the right to carry a gun.
"What did you do to me?"
Her heart reacted to the situation but it didn't mean she would admit it. She continued to question the swindler before her with a cold tone.
He was a psychiatrist yet he claimed to be a shaman. It wasn't an exaggeration to call him a swindler.
"I want to lighten your burden."
"If you continue like this, you will become the person you hate the most. All it will take is an instant and you won't be able to recognize yourself anymore."
"It might be a pointless argument, or it might be a careless collision when you walk past me, or even a cough … You won't be yourself anymore."
"You don't want to face your partner who points a gun at you, right?"
"Then …"
"I suggest you take a break for a while."
Kieran pointed at the older officer and looked straight at the female officer who was tensed up and ready to strike at any moment.
"I don't need you to remind me whether I take a break or not."
"Now tell me everything you know."
She grunted coldly and said without changing her tone.
Although her tone didn't change, Kieran could clearly feel that her attitude had softened.
When he mentioned the other party's partner, his attitude subconsciously softened.
Why would a kind person look weaker than a vicious person?
Or should it be said that some big bosses would become a lot weaker once they gave up on evil and turned to kindness?
Because of the bottom line and rules.
They used the bottom line to remind themselves of what they could and couldn't do.
They used the rules to tell themselves why they did what they did.
As for those who had no bottom line and no rules?
They might seem strong and arrogant.
But in the end, they were just a facade.
They would either be defeated by the new rules or self-destruct.
The conversation after that became more harmonious.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"If there's a need, I'll ask you again and inform you in advance."
When they left, the older male police officer said very politely.
After the two officers left, Lyn Amie rushed in.
"2567, you are amazing!
You even know how to hypnotize people!
Are you a professional hypnotist? "
Lyn Amie said excitedly the moment he came in.
"I am a shaman."
Kieran said in an affirmative tone.
Of course, Kieran didn't know hypnosis.
However, with Pro level [Mystical Knowledge], he knew something similar, which could also be considered as hypnosis. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to affect a warrior's mind for a short period of time.
Of course, it was also because although Kieran was in a weakened state, all his attributes were still at the peak of a human's level.
However, to this extent, it was already Kieran's limit.
Want to affect more?
That was impossible.
"Cough, Cough Cough."
Soft coughs came from the door.
"Station Manager.
I'll go get you something to eat — dinner is served at the counter. "
Lyn Amie quickly came back to his senses. He bowed at the station manager and ran out. As he ran, he told Kieran.
Kieran nodded subtly and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.
The suit should be of high quality.
Judging from the stitches, it was handmade and not mechanical.
However, it hadn't been washed for a long time, so it looked a little messy. Similar to the wrinkled shirt and greasy hair, it was obvious that it hadn't been washed for a few days.
However, the man's bloodshot eyes were bright and spirited, and his hurried breaths showed that he was extremely excited.
Kieran spoke before the man could say anything since he seemed to have guessed something.
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