Chapter 17: The Wonderful Interrogation Process
On the way to the Interrogation Room, Yuan Zhu was in high spirits, mentally calling out to the Game Sprite: “Oi, did you hear that? That youth just said this World has Immortals. That Elf finger discovered in the meal had received a Blessing from an Immortal during its lifetime.”
The Game Sprite responded: “I get it, but your Memory Fragment also says it very clearly: the Plane Fragment of the Magic Universe where Du Ling fell is called Overseas Immortal Mountain. Aliens who master Magic are Overseas Qi Refiners. And the one that was eaten was precisely an Elf. Immortal = pháp sư.”
“Yours is the old version. I just read a Memory Fragment. This World has both Buddhist and Taoist elements. Buddha Heads float in outer Space, and next to Mercury State there’s a Kunlun Divine Wood connecting to the heavens. Taoism has Lightning Magic. So, the Spiritual Energy Resources missing from the Great Desolation Immortal Scripture might be found in this World. We’re saved!”
Game Sprite: “Worth noting, I’ll record it in the memo. But I advise you: don’t rashly seek Immortality and the Dao or contact so-called Spiritual Energy. If the Spiritual Energy we need really exists, it might prematurely activate and awaken the Old Immortal Scripture Master, which wouldn’t be a good thing.”
Yuan Zhu deeply agreed: “Ah, right! We should first find a way to kill it and fully obtain the highest Permission of the Immortal Scripture before reawakening the Great Desolation Immortal Scripture.”
When he, still in high spirits, stopped at the Interrogation Room door, an unwilling shout came from inside: “You have to believe me, I really am a Traverser! From the Otherworld! I’m no native Du Ling, my Soul doesn’t belong here. Now just give me 50,000 yuan to buy enough Sacrifices, map out a space-time teleportation array to send me home, and I can immediately repay you with Otherworld treasures worth over a million! Believe me!”
At this moment, another aged voice rang out: “Alright, alright, of course I believe you. You go out and Calmness down for a bit first; we’ll seriously consider it. It’s not that I don’t want to help, but this month’s Funding is really used up. Can we talk next month?”
“You’re brushing me off; you’re clearly brushing me off! You actually don’t believe what I said, right? You’re underestimating me! I’m the prince of Ata Ao, offspring of the God of Dazzling Light, the Commander of billions of Ami!”
“Ahem, Old Wang, you can bring them in now.” The aged voice from inside the door rang out again, signaling that Yuan Zhu and the others could enter.
At this time, the Game Sprite spoke up to remind him: “Be careful; that Fatty Wang is secretly watching you.”
Yuan Zhu remained composed and mentally asked: “Hm?”
“Did you hear the conversation in the room? That guy acting like an idiot in a frenzy called himself a Traverser and spoke so loudly on purpose for you to hear, to test your reaction.”
Yuan Zhu multitasked, diverting some attention to secretly observe Fatty Wang in return, while putting on a curious, gossipy expression to eavesdrop on the conversation inside. He showed an attitude very interested in the Traverser, neither avoiding nor guilty.
Bang bang.
Fatty Wang lightly knocked on the Room Door twice with his knuckles, then pushed the door open and brought Yuan Zhu inside.
This Interrogation Room was very small, only about five or six square meters, with a table in the Middle and a few Chairs on Both Sides, pretty much filling it up.
At this time, a highly emotional man with a full beard was still unwillingly persuading the Old Man across the table to V him 50,000, to send him through space-time back to the country called ‘Ata Ao’.
Due to excessive agitation, his eyeballs’ pupils, as well as the capillaries around his eye sockets and on his cheeks, all reflected yellow-green fluorescent light, looking especially eerie. There was also a tiny bit of coolness to it, who knows how it was done?
Because the Game Sprite hadn’t sensed any ‘Pollution’ or ‘Danger’ from him at all. So this change was probably not due to supernatural power.
Could it be that ‘Aba Aba Alien’ Racial Talent?
The Old Man sighed tiredly: “Old Wang, quickly escort this prince out. Young man, you sit across from me.”
“No! You can’t treat me like this! I’m a prince, I’m divine offspring, I’m a Commander! I…”
Bang!
Fatty Wang kicked the prince mister out with one foot, then slammed the door shut behind him. In the narrow enclosed Space, only the three people facing each other remained.
Yuan Zhu didn’t dare speak, sat obediently, and quietly observed the atmosphere.
Old Wang said to the Old Man: “Another drunkard?”
The Old Man slowly tidied the files spread out on the table and responded: “This one’s a bit different, otherwise they wouldn’t have sent him for me to check. His Soul does have some issues, but he’s not a Traverser. He drank too much illegal low-quality underground Fluorescent Soda, which burned his Brain, aligning his brainwaves with the frequency of an Evil God in the Bubble Layer, leading to long-term Brainwashing. He was fed false information and firmly believes it.”
Fatty Wang stroked his beard, pondering: “Hearing you say that, it sounds a bit familiar.”
The Old Man said with a wry smile: “Right, it’s that waste Evil God of [Water of Pink] from last year. It only remotely Brainwashes victims through low-quality Fluorescent Soda, instilling Sacrifice Knowledge and promising false rewards. Then it tricks victims into pooling money to Sacrifice to it. Once squeezed dry, it stops responding and picks the next target.”
“This Evil God is pretty sensible; it never causes Major Events, keeping case intensity at ordinary people levels, so the Security Bureau never had time for it. But at the end of last year, too many similar Evil God fraud cases exposed the conspiracy. Didn’t expect this guy to switch to a new routine: Traverser scams. Since we’d never seen it before, they thought it was a real Traverser and sent him for me to check.”
Old Wang suddenly realized: “No wonder it smelled so familiar. So it’s still that waste.”
Yuan Zhu perked up his ears to eavesdrop, once again updating his knowledge of the lower limits of local Evil Gods. This low-level? It’s actually the Otherworld version of ‘I’m Qin Shi Huang, V me 50 Crazy Friday’ scam. And yet someone actually fell for it.
The Old Man suddenly said to Yuan Zhu: “Young man, take it as a warning. In the future, never casually drink illegal low-quality underground Drinks. Even in high-end Bars, be careful of Drinks mixed by bartenders. Drunken misbehavior is minor; burning your Brain and getting targeted by Evil Spirits is bad.”
Yuan Zhu nodded obediently: “Got it.”
“Alright then, let’s start the test now.” The Old Man picked up a fully sealed metal box from the nearby drawer. He carefully opened it and took out a stack of Paper.
[Beep beep beep! High-energy Pollution Source detected, radiating Damage outward. Soul Firewall running, successfully blocked attack 1 time, 2 times, 3 times…]
Yuan Zhu’s gaze sharpened as he curiously looked at the colorful Paper items of various colors and Patterns in the Old Man’s hand. They felt like a Chart Book for testing color blindness.
The Old Man pushed the first densely patterned chaotic colored Paper in front of him: “Look here; can you read the Number?”
“Number?” Yuan Zhu stared hard, then shook his head. “Can’t see it.”
The Old Man asked again: “Then what can you see?”
Not knowing the correct answer, Yuan Zhu could only tell the truth: “Nothing; it’s a mess, making my eyes dazzled. But they seem to be rotating—three counterclockwise spirals in different Directions?”
The Old Man nodded, took out the second picture, and pushed it in front of him: “What about this one? Any dizziness?”
Yuan: “A little; feels like falling.”
“In water? Or Air?”
“Like Air; I hear the wind whistling, as if I can Smell the scent of green grass. Purple green grass.” Yuan Zhu didn’t understand why he was spouting such nonsense. He was just looking at the picture, so why did specific images and sensations emerge in his mind?
“Now look at this picture; what Smell?”
“Metallic bitterness, a little salty. My eyeballs hurt a bit, like being pricked by needles? My tongue feels like it licked a Blade and got cut, bleeding.”
“What about this one? Any feelings?”
“I see the vague outline of a Statue of God.”
“Try leaning back; look again. Can you see its appearance?”
“Ah, I can see clearly now: it’s a Buddha, with every flesh tuft constantly opening and closing like blinking eyes. His head is full of eyeballs. The tears flowing out turned into Juice. But it won’t let me drink!”
“Any discomfort?”
“No. I hear very rhythmic Music; my Intestine is automatically knotting? What’s going on?”
“You have no affinity with this Buddha; it’s rejecting you.”
“？？？？”
The bizarre test continued. Completely unsure how to respond, Yuan Zhu could only tell the truth. As a result, just through sheet after sheet of Paper, he experienced rounds of twisted five-sense Virtual Experiences, just like dreaming while fully conscious.
While undergoing the test, the alarm from the Great Desolation Immortal Scripture in his mind kept sounding nonstop. According to the Game Sprite’s count, he had successively suffered attacks from over a dozen different Pollution Sources.
The intensity of each Pollution Erosion wasn’t high—easily blockable. But the quality and purity of each Pollution was extremely pure. If the previous Pollution he encountered was low-quality Ink, then the residue on these pieces of Paper was repeatedly purified high-purity Pigment.
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