“Bang bang! Bang bang!”
Her heart pounded, a constant ringing in her ears mixed with faint, terrifying wails. She struggled to breathe, but only a small amount of air entered her body. Once inside, the air seed to instantly transform into countless sharp blades, slicing back and forth through her lungs.
Then, her hearing finally returned to normal.
Hearing Lu Yibei's question, Shen Baiwei had a very strange feeling, like hearing, “Big brother, want to buy so apples?”
After adjusting her state slightly, she pushed up her glasses.
“Shen Baiwei, twenty years, one month, and eight days old, with severe myopia in both eyes—seven hundred and fifty in the left, eight hundred in the right. Currently a temporary worker for the Miracle Order, willing to turn over a new leaf and join the Night Watch for proper reform. If possible, I’d like to apply for further study at Da Chunyang Palace...”
“Any other questions, esteed Agent Lu Qingyi?”
Shen Baiwei’s tone was exceptionally calm.
However, after speaking, her hand, still holding her glasses, did not lower. Instead, she gripped the fras tightly, as if worried they might be snatched away.
Lu Yibei, “???”
You told everything after just one question?
Are you also a timid person?
But, you ♦ said all my lines, what do I say?
She hadn't yet erged from that bizarre, deja vu-like feeling when she suddenly heard Shen Baiwei's “搶答” (pre-emptive answer), and many small question marks imdiately popped up in her mind.
It was like confusion marrying confusion, adding to the confusion.
“Did I ask you that?” Lu Yibei snapped back to reality, glaring fiercely at Shen Baiwei. “Don’t be so clever! Tell , which manufacturer produced the screws used in your glasses? Let see!”
“Ah?” Shen Baiwei was slightly taken aback.
“Ah what? Hand it over!”
And so, Shen Baiwei's vision once again blurred.
Following that, Lu Yibei bombarded her with a barrage of chaotic questions.
As expected, Shen Baiwei once again fell into a state of enchantnt.
Soon, her authority was forced to activate again.
Then, a third ti, a fourth ti, a fifth ti... No big deal, with the Yun Pass’s energy support, she could withstand several more tis.
...Nine tis, ten tis... still, still under control.
...Eighteen, nineteen tis...
Shen Baiwei, “...”
—————
Twenty-second ti.
Although Shen Baiwei already knew what the Disaster wanted to do to her and had learned to preemptively answer, after twenty-two tis, she still couldn't protect her glasses.
The Disaster seed convinced that her glasses were her true form; no matter if she answered preemptively, remained silent, or resisted, the Disaster always found a way to take her glasses.
Just like a little boy who loves to play pranks on girls!
This ti, the Disaster didn't even state a reason... and Shen Baiwei was sensible enough not to ask.
Does the Disaster need a reason to snatch soone else's belongings?
If a reason were absolutely necessary, the Disaster could surely invent over a hundred flimsy excuses, similar to “wanting to see the screw manufacturer.”
And so, the questioning re-entered the familiar and agonizing routine.
“So... what is your purpose in approaching ?”
“...” In silence, Shen Baiwei clenched her fists slightly, suppressing the urge to flip the table and hit soone.
Being asked the sa question twenty-two tis would drive anyone mad.
Although no matter how many tis it restarted, the Disaster would perceive it as the first ti, she was continuously experiencing the sa events.
Trash talk on repeat, it was simply ntal pollution.
Heaven knows why the Disaster was so obsessed with those trash questions, and could maintain such high consistency each ti.
Is she a pre-programd artificial intelligence? Shen Baiwei wondered.
The terrible thing was, her ability wasn't sothing she could control herself.
Every “anchor” she had recorded that allowed her to return to the past was created after enduring the inhuman tortures in Tethys Laboratory, entering a state where her Spirit Mark was severely out of control.
In a sense, it was like a post-traumatic stress response.
Only when specific conditions were t, and her Spirit Mark entered an uncontrolled state for self-protection, could the part of Uroboros's authority contained within it operate beyond its limits, devouring the “past.”
And the cost of devouring the “past” required both her and the person or urban legend that caused her record to activate to bear it together.
This was like, under normal circumstances, a person couldn't possibly defeat a tiger. Only in extre anger, with various hormones surging through their body, could they perform a magnificent slide tackle.
And after completing the slide tackle, there was still a high possibility of severe after-effects such as kidney failure, rhabdomyolysis, and so on.
In fact, in Shen Baiwei's view, the Elders of the Elder Council most likely also harbored the thought of using this “shared destiny” effect to make her perish together with that man.
But now... whether she would perish together ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) with that man, she wasn't sure, but if this continued, she was afraid she would perish together with the Disaster.
So, Shen Baiwei finally gave in to the idea of giving up.
She gradually emptied her mind, letting her eyes beco hollow, her expression blank, pretending to be in a state of enchantnt, and calmly replied, “Because... I’m your fan!”
Although such an answer was sowhat bizarre and crazy, it was the most likely way for Shen Baiwei to bluff her way through, a thod she had arrived at after more than twenty attempts.
“Huh?” Lu Yibei frowned, gradually becoming less confident.
Strange, why do I feel like that shouldn't be the answer?!
Could it be that the enchantnt didn't work?
Lu Yibei eyed Shen Baiwei for a mont, then suddenly asked, “Tell the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done, and swear on your Spirit Mark authority that it’s absolutely your personal experience.”
“Okay.” When she heard this question, although Shen Baiwei's heart twitched and she secretly cursed the Disaster a few hundred tis, she still nodded cooperatively.
The most useful thing she learned at Tethys Laboratory was definitely not various Spells and scientific knowledge.
It was, at critical monts, to discard all self-emotions and cooperate fully.
This obedience and cooperation were the secret to her current ability to escape the Elder Council's control.
Only a “good child” who had always been obedient could occasionally make mistakes without being suspected.
“My most socially embarrassing experience was when I was renting a room near my high school. My Uncle’s n’s underwear from upstairs was blown off by the wind and landed on the balcony of my rental. Just as I was about to use a drying pole to return the underwear, the Uncle from upstairs ca back. Then, he mistook for a perverted woman stealing underwear and dragged to the police station... Hmm, I swear on my Spirit Mark authority, this is my personal experience.”
This was indeed Shen Baiwei's personal experience.
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However, it happened before she was sent to Tethys Laboratory.
After hearing Shen Baiwei's answer, Lu Yibei imagined the scene at the ti and furrowed her brow slightly.
Is this sothing you can tell ?
Generally speaking, if a Psychic is willing to swear on their Spirit Mark authority, then that Psychic is likely telling the truth, otherwise they will risk Spirit Mark losing control.
Although scholars studying Spiritual Energy have not yet found a clear link between swearing and Spirit Mark losing control, this matter is so taphysical. While not foolproof, it is accurate eight or nine tis out of ten.
So, Shen Baiwei was most likely telling the truth; she indeed had the experience of being mistaken for a pervert stealing underwear and being dragged to the police station.
From this perspective, it seems the enchantnt was successful?
But...
“You’re my fan, and you’re still hanging out with that Dai Lin guy? That doesn’t make sense, does it?” Lu Yibei asked, puzzled. “If you were really my fan, wouldn’t it be better to just co to Hua City, join the Calamity Scare Unaccountable Company, and beco an excellent employee?”
“Because...” Shen Baiwei’s eyes were still hollow, but a chilling smile appeared on her face. “That way, I can’t get close to you, I can’t eliminate the people around you I don’t like, and I certainly can’t have you all to myself!”
Lu Yibei, “???”
Holy crap! What kind of yandere stalker fan are you? That’s really scary!
Damn it, is it already a rule that characters with glasses must be secretly sinister or perverted?
Lu Yibei thought, looking up at Shen Baiwei, and suddenly noticed that the smile on her face had grown wider.
“Hehe, I just want you to pay special attention to , and then, like now, stay with alone, hehe, Disaster, small, soft, fragrant, hehe, my little Disaster!”
As she spoke, she stood up, suddenly launching into an unexpected pounce.
Seeing Shen Baiwei's sudden onset of illness, Lu Yibei instinctively jumped up from her chair.
“Squeak—!”
The chair legs slid backward, emitting a teeth-grinding sound.
After steadying herself, Lu Yibei composed herself and hurriedly dispelled the enchantnt... Then she found it was useless; Shen Baiwei was still approaching her.
“Don’t run away! I’ve admired you ever since I heard your Night Parade of One Hundred Demons story on the radio show.”
Lu Yibei, “...”
In fact, when she first mastered the enchantnt ability, she had consulted the Night Watch's data on Witch Breed and studied the Great Serpent God's mories of Witch Breed, hoping to quickly improve her proficiency in enchantnt by learning from the advanced deeds of her Demoness predecessors.
And while studying the advanced deeds of various Demoness predecessors, she discovered a very peculiar phenonon: when certain people or urban legend were enchanted, their twisted desires hidden deep within their hearts were likely to be amplified, then transford into external behavioral expressions, and continue even after the enchantnt effect ended.
Simply put, it was sowhat similar to acting drunk.
With a reasonable excuse to cover up unreasonable behavior, so inherently perverted individuals simply stopped pretending altogether.
The subtext in the hearts of such people was probably: Anyway, I only did these crazy things because I was enchanted by the Demoness Miss!
Quite self-righteous.
According to so data from the Night Watch, in the areas where Demoness were once most active, not only did so people let themselves go and act recklessly after being enchanted by a Demoness, but there were even so who had never been enchanted but claid to have been, making the Demoness pay for their misdeeds.
For a long ti, the Holy Church launched large-scale targeted hunts against the Witch Breed, and those who acted wildly under the banner of “being enchanted by a Demoness” were at least half responsible.
Shen Baiwei's current symptoms looked just like those described in the data—people who let themselves go.
She's exposed her true nature!
Lu Yibei thought, looking up at Shen Baiwei, then paused, and slowly frowned.
After completing one pounce, she stood there, her hands occasionally fumbling back and forth in mid-air.
Lu Yibei stood aside, quietly observing for a mont, then, as if realizing sothing, looked down at the glasses in her hand.
“...”
In silence, she carefully approached Shen Baiwei, extended her hand, and gently placed the glasses on Shen Baiwei’s nose.
“Miss Shen, my questioning ended three minutes ago.” Lu Yibei said expressionlessly, “With your eyesight... I suggest you don’t act so recklessly in the future.”
Hearing this, Shen Baiwei, whose vision suddenly cleared, looked up. Her gaze t Lu Yibei’s, and her body instantly stiffened.
Shen Baiwei, “...”
This is too embarrassing. Should I just let her enchant again and reload the save?
Facing the sudden social death, she suddenly felt that being trapped in a cycle and perishing together with the Disaster didn't seem so bad after all.
————
A mont later.
After Lu Yibei asked Shen Baiwei so questions about the Miracle Order, she hastily ended the so-called preliminary interrogation.
She didn't dare to ask too much, fearing she might provoke Shen Baiwei and make her do sothing astonishing again.
Before leaving the room, although Shen Baiwei clearly stated that she had recovered her sobriety and would not make any more strange movents, Lu Yibei still used all the Spell she knew to wrap Shen Baiwei in dozens of layers.
Watching Lu Yibei's retreating back, Shen Baiwei said helplessly, “Idol, can’t there be a little more trust between people?”
Lu Yibei shook her head, her face expressionless, “Do you think I would trust a perverted woman who steals underwear?”
Shen Baiwei, “...” I shouldn’t have told her! What should I do? Should I try to revert?
“Alright, you stay here for now!” Lu Yibei told Shen Baiwei, then turned and walked out of the room.
As soon as she left Shen Baiwei's room and closed the door, she felt a sudden dizzy spell.
A warm current surged in her nose and mouth, itchy, and a sweet, tallic scent spread through her nasal cavity.
Lu Yibei instinctively raised her hand to touch her nose, then opened her hand to look, and was slightly stunned.
She saw her hands covered in blood.
“...”
This is... a nosebleed?
Strange, why would I suddenly get a nosebleed?
There weren't any suggestive or compromising monts during the preliminary interrogation, were there?
Lu Yibei wondered, then suddenly looked up. Accompanied by a sudden burning sensation in her eyes, as if hallucinating, Xia Lianqing’s figure flashed in her vision.
But then, when she looked closely, Xia Lianqing had vanished, and the burning sensation in her eyes slowly receded.
This...
Although the sky outside the window was dark and gloomy, she still wanted to say, “It’s truly seeing ghosts in broad daylight.”
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