"..." Ye Jiu was speechless.
How is this his ability? This is clearly the ability of slaughter!
This is like a heavy engineering cha with dozens of tons of thrust that can effortlessly lift an entire concrete slab... But if you remove the ch and ask the pilot to lift sothing of the sa weight? Are you sure you won’t be seen as a fool by the pilot?
Unless the pilot’s na is Dongfang Bubai or Domon Kasshu.
Ye Jiu rembered very clearly that when the figurine was cut, Slaughter was lying properly in the specially restricted weapon box.
It’s impossible for it to break the restriction, because if it did, I wouldn’t have been able to regain sanity afterward.
Not to ntion that Ye Jiu took a special glance at the safety lock on the box before he ca out; he could totally confirm that during the ti he was trapped in illusion, the box hadn’t been opened at all.
"What I an is, without utilizing Deceitful Equipnt, who can have this kind of ability?" Ye Jiu said.
"I really don’t know... Anyone with this ability would either be a Hunter or an empowered individual; an ordinary person can’t unleash Sword Qi even if they practice swordsmanship all their life... This defies the laws of science, unless the sword they’re holding is Deceitful Equipnt." Mr. Huang suddenly paused, glanced at the evidence bag containing the figurine fragnts, then looked again at the training sword in Ye Jiu’s hand, his eyes slightly changed.
"Mr. Ye, you aren’t trying to tell ... this thing was hacked by that sword..."
Although Mr. Huang was just a small anonymous staff responsible for duty shifts in a vacant departnt at the Celestial City Mysterious Creature Research Institute, the fact that he got into the institute proves he’s definitely not a fool. Combining Ye Jiu’s previous behavior, he quickly linked Ye Jiu’s questions to the items brought for testing.
"Shh." Ye Jiu wrapped his arm around Mr. Huang’s shoulder, "This matter, don’t ntion it outside."
"What’s going on?" Mr. Huang asked in confusion, "Though recently the intelligence control between departnts has been very strict... But Mr. Ye, the stuff you privately brought for to test shouldn’t cause any issues, right? Besides, the test results are right here, neither of these have any trace of scent, why are you so tense, Mr. Ye?"
"Who told you that this matter isn’t significant? It’s highly significant!" Ye Jiu’s heart stirred, so he imdiately changed his tone, "This is the responsibility of our Field Operations Departnt. Precisely because it’s so important, I want you not to say anything, do you understand?"
Thinking about the recent intelligence control regulations, Ye Jiu simply elevated the matter from a ’personal business’ to the work of the entire departnt. With this explanation, even if the other party wanted to gather more information, Ye Jiu could use a legitimate reason to shut them up.
"Understood, understood!" Mr. Huang nodded repeatedly, "Given it’s official business... You shouldn’t co to to inquire, Mr. Ye. You’re better off asking the intelligence departnt or directly consulting the archives folks. I’m just a analyzer. How would I know about any of that?"
"I just asked casually, later I indeed need to visit the intelligence departnt." Ye Jiu nodded, "Alright, I’m leaving... By the way, don’t play any adult-rated gas during work hours, play sothing more suitable for all ages... the surveillance caras are watching."
"No worries, the caras watching doesn’t an there’s soone behind watching." Mr. Huang waved his hand dismissively and said, "Only when sothing happens and they replay the footage will I die of embarrassnt... But if sothing happens here that needs cara footage for investigation, whether I die of embarrassnt wouldn’t even matter."
"You, on the other hand, have quite a clear perspective..." Ye Jiu pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly. Compared to himself, this guy had thicker skin and more psychological endurance... Pity his synchronization rate isn’t high enough; otherwise, he might even be more suited than as a ’slaughter’ candidate.
But speaking of thick skin...
For so reason, Sun Hang’s face suddenly popped up in Ye Jiu’s mind.
If there’s anyone to confide the truth to, the first one Ye Jiu thinks of is Sun Hang... In his view, anyone else would imdiately get nervous and try to control him upon knowing his ’symptoms’, but not Sun Hang.
Even if he were truly controlled by Slaughter, that guy would probably stand across and ramble nonsense with him for half a day...
Moreover, given Sun Hang’s prowess, suppressing a berserk ’Slaughter’ shouldn’t be much of an issue...
"Maybe I should talk to Sun Hang?" Ye Jiu thought as he walked out of the testing laboratory.
...
Celestial City, interrogation room.
There are fifteen minutes left before the set conversation ti, but Sun Hang and Wang Xiyi have already arrived early, peering through the one-way glass at the Field Operations Departnt personnel interrogating Yao Yu, who was just brought back.
Even though Yao Yu himself is not much of a fighter, he is firmly bound to that interrogation chair, which is welded to the ground, with both his hands and feet cuffed. His clothes have been changed into a restraint uniform made from special materials; the uniform’s sleeves and top are completely connected. Once donned, unless the wearer has the strength to tear it apart, they must keep their arms pressed to their sides and their hands secured behind their waist.
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