Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1153 - 969: Inner Heart

Chapter 1153: Chapter 969: Inner Heart

As the road extended, the dim light from the cell phone illuminated both sides of the corridor. Despite expecting it, Gustav and Anjing were still shockingly speechless at the sight that met their eyes in each compartment.

In every compartment was an almost identical apparatus, and in this dark space, humans were like canned in these tins, with their current state being displayed on the screens of the devices.

This place, once a hell on earth, had improved somewhat since the mysterious merchant arrived.

Although the scene looked incredibly bizarre, for the prisoners still trapped in the "cans," it should be a good thing.

At least, they no longer had to go through death over and over again, torn into pieces by monsters that manifested from their subconscious.

The power outage did not affect the normal operation of the devices. Watching the cramped compartments reflected on screen, Gustav and Anjing suddenly had an illusion—that the prison and the ground beneath their feet were alive. They were as if walking within a monster’s body, where any intruders would only discover memories deep inside their hearts that they were most reluctant to confront.

"Let’s go, Anjing."

Gustav called out to Anjing impassively, noticing her pallor, certain that it was this place that had reminded her of her experiences at Purple Wisteria Academy.

As far as he knew, Anjing’s personality during her student days was very different from now, not the silent type she had become.

Her exceptional talent in Spiritual Energy had made her stand out among her peers quickly, and it was only natural that she became the Chief Student. Her extroverted personality soon rallied a group of supporters behind her, but it was also during that time that a seed of rebellion was planted in Anjing’s heart.

She wanted to fulfill the duties of the Chief Student.

For instance, abolishing the inhumane punishment measures at Purple Wisteria Academy.

For Anjing at that age, orchestrating a "reformation" was already the extent of her imagination.

Regrettably, the revolution ultimately ended in failure, and Anjing and her followers were imprisoned in solitary confinement, where they began months of "thought correction" training.

Gustav learned about her situation from the list provided by Qi He, and even if it was just a few lightly written lines, he could easily imagine how severe those months had been for Anjing’s despair and helplessness.

Since then, Anjing had become reticent and even developed a mild claustrophobia.

And now, these narrow, dark "cans" must have reminded her of those months.

"Mm."

The hand on her shoulder brought Anjing back to reality—she lowered her eyelids and the hallucination in her eyes dissolved.

There was definitely something strange about this place.

Anjing was sure that it wasn’t a simple matter of the scenery stirring up feelings; she had clearly seen something else in the compartment.

The apparatus had turned into a solitary confinement chair, and the face strapped tightly to the chair was a familiar one, gazing at her with dilated, pleading eyes.

This was the consequence of the failed revolution.

Except for her, all the participants underwent thought correction remedy.

Among those who received the treatment, she was the luckiest one, which also made her constantly distraught and difficult to face the fact.

The Ragus Foundation valued her abilities highly and thus had communicated with Purple Wisteria Academy, so the teacher responsible for the remedy used relatively mild methods, not subjecting her to too many overbearing treatments.

The rest were not so fortunate.

Anjing’s heart pounded violently; she tried her best not to think further, but memories kept flooding in.

In solitary confinement, the face of the teacher became blurred as they put on sterile gloves and turned on the device.

...

Not all "rebellious children" eventually returned to school. When the months of treatment ended, and she returned to the classroom, she received news that several students had to drop out due to their physical condition, the younger student she had seen earlier being one of them.

Anjing once felt that leaving a hellish place like Purple Wisteria Academy was perhaps a good thing for them.

However, after she graduated and became Qi He’s assistant, numbly accepting her fate, she learned a terrifying fact by chance.

Those students who had reportedly left due to health reasons had actually never returned home.

Instead, Purple Wisteria Academy paid a large sum of money to the students’ families, and the matter was concluded.

Even now, their classmates still thought they had gone home.

Anjing clenched her arms tightly, her fingernails digging into her flesh, and only when blood soaked her hands and stained her clothes did her daze slightly improve.

Anjing warned the others weakly, "Be careful, there’s something strange about this place."

Compared to a tangible enemy, this kind of deep inner panic was more surprising and difficult to deal with.

After suppressing her emotions, Anjing fell into deep thought.

First was Qi He; he saw someone’s figure outside the door, someone who must have been very important to him, for he risked entering this darkness.

Then, she too experienced a hallucination.

When Anjing looked sideways, the compartments on both sides continued to change incessantly.