"Detective He, you've only been here a few days, and you're already wavering. Perhaps you're not as resolute as others imagine, perhaps it's all an illusion. If you weren't of He Guanghui's blood, I wouldn't even want to cultivate a coward like you. Alas, how detestable that you are his son..."
"I hope when I see you next, you'll have completely transformed. Do you understand? I have some matters to attend to in the north and won't be back for a while. But as soon as I return, I'll come find you at the Underground Sewer Company. You just stay here peacefully! I'll handle the organization's affairs for you. Mr. Zhuge is also developing more plans. Well, that's it for now. The next treatment is tomorrow night at 10 PM."
I didn't want to listen to the Dragon King's bullshit rumors, but I knew he was using the cranial transmission technique on me again, trying to interfere with my nerves with infrasound. Previously, I could counteract the interference by singing the national anthem, but now I found I couldn't even open my mouth. My nerves seemed to be truly overwhelmed by that voice, and I lost all sense of reason.
I didn't know what I was doing; I had no awareness at all. I had thought I could complete this task, but the situation was far from it...
I felt a sense of despair. Just then, the electric chair suddenly opened. Nangong Qihan pulled me up. "That's all for today. Let's go back!"
I was like a walking corpse, following Nangong Qihan. I looked at her silhouette from behind... Hmm, why did it seem so familiar? Could it be...
As I figured something out, an idea formed in my mind. Although this thought might disappear later because the cranial transmission was affecting my thinking and memory, causing gaps. Many times, I didn't know what I was living for. I worried that I would regress to the severe state I was in when I first began cranial transmission. If that happened, I would slowly forget my former self.
We entered the room next to the control room. Nangong Qihan stood guard outside. Honestly, at first, I was worried she would offer me that kind of "bed service." But now that I knew her true identity, I understood why she always seemed a little strange when facing me. I lay on the bed, looking at the relatively high-end equipment around me. The place actually had an independent bathroom, a desk, a bed, and a coffee table. But who had the mood to live here now? I had to try my best to tell myself to stay clear-headed.
Sleeping would probably help. With "Nangong Qihan" guarding outside, I felt much more at ease, letting the invisible pressure gradually dissipate.
After waking up, it was mealtime again. Nangong Qihan brought me three dishes and a soup. I ate in the room, feeling like those islanders who lived and worked on vehicles and boats, never leaving their confined space.
I had only eaten two bites when strange banging sounds came from outside the door. Nangong Qihan called out, "Who is it?" but didn't move. I realized assassins had likely arrived again. I immediately became vigilant, drawing my dagger to protect myself. But after a while, there was no movement. Nangong Qihan even rushed in to shield me. What I worried about most was Nangong Qihan being killed, leaving me alone here.
Sometimes, a strange thought would even cross my mind: Could these assassins have been arranged by the Dragon King?
But if he wanted to kill me, he could have done so as soon as I arrived. Why go through all this trouble, talking about cultivating me into some cruel new leader? I really wanted to know if my father was the previous leader of Polaris. Was this just a lure to get me to join, or was it all an act to deceive me into joining?
However, none of that mattered much. Nangong Qihan sat beside me. After an hour, I couldn't help but hug her tightly. "You're really clever. Did you kill the original Nangong Qihan?"
"Hey, don't mess around. If we're discovered, it'll be trouble. Let's both remain vigilant..."
"Quiet!" I made a shushing gesture, then performed a rogue action, taking off my clothes to cover the camera overhead. Nangong Qihan chuckled and closed the door. "You should have recognized me long ago, shouldn't you?"
"No, just now. You, Yuning, look quite sexy in this military uniform! But how did you get in?"
"Everyone's here. We have people in the Underground Sewer Company."
"Uh, then why didn't you act?"
"We're still collecting evidence, so we can only play along for now."
"I see."
We chatted for a while. Liu Yuning continued to play Nangong Qihan and went outside to guard. I took the clothes from the camera. If the Dragon King saw me making lewd expressions, he'd surely think I had done something with "Nangong Qihan." In reality, I just wanted to have a good talk with Yuning.
Recently, because Yuning and I were colluding, I often found excuses to wander around the vicinity of the Underground Sewer Company. In the process, we found nothing. Those were just old company documents, of no use to us.
By 10 PM the next night, I had to arrange to sit on the electric chair. However, upon arriving, I saw a female mercenary who looked very much like He Xin standing nearby. No! It definitely was He Xin. I also saw others disguised as mercenaries standing there.
But some of them were the Dragon King's people. The Punishment Squad members had indeed infiltrated. What I couldn't understand was how the Polaris members couldn't recognize them.
I was arranged to sit on the electric chair. Before I was punished, He Xin suddenly passed by me and whispered, "Don't worry, I tampered with the electric chair!"
I immediately understood. As the current began to surge, I deliberately showed a pained expression.
The act had to be complete. However, the electricity could be eliminated, but the cranial transmission could not.
The Dragon King's voice reappeared after the electric shock. "Detective He, your treatment time begins now. I have good news for you. My work in the north is going smoothly. Our organization has now infiltrated a certain province. Hahaha, those so-called experts are just greedy fools. As long as the price is right, they'll sell their technology to us, won't they? How ignorant! I won't talk about them anymore. Detective He, how are you feeling now? Did you get scared last night...
Hahahaha, in fact, those assassins were sent by me, hehehe. Perhaps you guessed it. But these are all tests for you. You must have developed some illusions by now. You feel threatened even when there are no assassins around, or when no one is moving. You'll be gradually suppressed, overwhelmed, and completely consumed by this fear, just like I was. To deal with the police, of course, you find a policeman, because only a policeman understands policemen best. Those were He Guanghui's exact words..."