Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1154 - 969: Inner Heart_2

Chapter 1154: Chapter 969: Inner Heart_2

One moment he was in the prison basement, and the next it seemed he had returned to Purple Wisteria Academy. What was even more chilling was that with every few steps he took forward, the hallucinations became increasingly terrifying.

The teacher in the solitary confinement room started having convulsive spasms, and the "remedy" tools in his hand transformed into a dazzling array of dissection instruments.

The student restrained in the chair had his abdomen cut open, and there were people who had lost their eyes, only able to stare out the door with their blood-dripping, hollow eye sockets.

Considering that this place was somewhere in D Zone, the last thing it lacked was peculiar psychics.

She reminded Gustav, "This time, our enemy is likely a disruption-type psychic."

Abandoning physical contact, directly affecting at a mental level, she knew there were not many who could achieve this.

"I know."

Gustav said casually, "Leave it to me, I have extensive combat experience. I have encountered dozens of disruption-type psychics at least. He will use your most unwilling memories as weapons."

"Have you thought of a countermeasure?"

"Of course, to deal with a disruption-type psychic, the most important thing is to catch them off guard. In a moment, you and Rafael will be responsible for Qi He’s safety, while I take the opportunity to sneak into the shadows..."

"Rafael is already dead."

Anjing had to interrupt Gustav’s plan, although it was somewhat rude, but Gustav arranging tactics with her and the empty air beside her was enough to indicate the severity of the situation was beyond their control.

Gustav still maintained his optimistic demeanor, trying to play the role of a reliable senior in front of them, but in reality, he was far more severely affected than he realized.

Although Gustav had never actively mentioned it, she had heard of Rafael’s matter more than once.

According to the organization’s regulations, psychics usually operated in squad formations, even the solitary Gustav once had partners whom he could confidently rely on.

That person was Rafael, one of the organization’s veterans.

Due to an intelligence failure, he died in a certain encirclement operation. There were rumors within the organization that Gustav, whose style was too unconstrained, eventually faced the consequences.

"What are you talking about? Rafael was just captured; that’s one of the reasons we came here... But it’s really lucky that we found the cell holding Rafael so quickly. Don’t worry, Anjing, he is absolutely a trustworthy comrade, his ability is..."

Anjing ignored Gustav.

She never remembered that they had a mission to rescue Rafael, especially since Rafael’s body had been brought back to the organization, and Gustav had personally attended his funeral.

The initial symptom was invoking deeply buried memories one did not want to face, followed by deviations and confusion in the related memories.

Rafael was long dead, yet Gustav firmly believed that he was just imprisoned.

Then...

The images she saw in the solitary confinement room must also be illusions.

Her friends hadn’t had their guts spilled or eyes gouged; they were just, just...

They were all dead.

All thoughts ultimately led to the same outcome, and the most terrifying part was that the process leading to that outcome was still shrouded in mist. She only knew that her friends never returned home, and Purple Wisteria Academy had compensated each family with a large sum of money, presumably to silence them.

How exactly did they die?

What did they encounter before dying?

Maybe, maybe those teachers with sadistic torture habits really did something to them.

A myriad of complex thoughts swept over Anjing again, giving her an inexplicable intuition—she was certain she could find answers to these questions somewhere here.

Everyone could find their answers, Qi He was no exception.

Anjing once again looked towards Qi He, who had been silent all the way. He seemed completely unaware of her and Gustav’s abnormalities, and uninterested in the "resurrected" Rafael; it seemed he was following some sort of guidance, advancing through this maze-like corridor.

"Is she very important to you?"

Anjing suddenly asked.

"Important."

Qi He without hesitation, "She is extremely important for me and my entire family, she makes our wishes come true."

"Who is she?"

"That’s not important, what’s important is that she always brings me good luck."

Qi He stared straight ahead, "I have a premonition; she will take us out of this hellish place."

.........

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

"So that’s how it is, this place forces people to recall memories they aren’t willing to face."

Song Lan quickly identified the peculiarities deep within the sewers, and in the past several minutes, "Emperor" had become the subject of his observation.

Instead of warning the other party and preventing him from falling into the trap of hallucinations, Song Lan chose to let nature take its course, asking "Emperor" every two or three minutes what he was seeing and his current mental state.

The effect of this was immediately apparent.

After comparison, "Emperor" was surprised to find that Song Lan was more tormenting than those memories he was unwilling to confront directly.

What could be more painful than recalling bitter memories?

That would certainly be having a "war correspondent" next to you, asking about your feelings every two minutes while you recall these memories.

What’s more tormenting is when all the pain turns into anger, making you want to punch the other person in the face, but you realize you are no match for him in terms of physical strength.

"Emperor" felt extremely conflicted.

When all the emotions came together, at least it wasn’t so painful, allowing him to calmly scrutinize the former Church Review Meeting commander known as Lie Ge.

Like the Church, he became someone discarded by the era, preparing for a war that had ended before it even started.

Everything he was familiar with, and the career he had dedicated his life to, vanished, leaving him only with endless confusion.

It was then that the Review Meeting found him.

He eventually discarded the name Lie Ge and accepted the title of "Emperor."

Even though everything related to the Church disappeared into the annals of history, at least the United Government survived.

"Mr. Lie Ge, how are you feeling right now? Is your mood stable?"

Song Lan used his right hand as a microphone, handing it over to "Emperor."

This was a display of his serious responsibility.

RT6 had temporarily handed "Emperor" over to them, and naturally, he had to ensure his well-being.

He focused not only on physical health but believed that mental health was equally important.

If negative emotions cannot be resolved in time, people will eventually embark on a path of self-destruction or destroying others.

Although he had not activated combat mode, "Emperor"’s artificial eye still emitted a red glow.

How was his mood?

In a sense, Song Lan was the one who had ruined the ideals he was once willing to sacrifice everything for, and now this person was still "interviewing" him using a "microphone."

"Stable."

After a while, "Emperor" said, then followed up, "What about you? Why do you seem unaffected?"

"That’s because I don’t have any past events that I can’t bear to look back on."

Song Lan folded his arms across his chest, sharing his secret to being immune to enemy tactics, "Even if I face my past, I only recall happy things."

"You always get what you wish for."

Thinking of Song Lan’s abilities, "Emperor" suddenly felt somewhat relieved.

Song Lan emphasized, "The key is the mindset."

"The human mindset cannot be detached from reality; if it were me, I probably couldn’t always dispel negative emotions."

"Emperor" said, "According to statistics, destruction and interference are the emotions humans are most easily induced to feel, no wonder the criminals here ultimately become like this."

In his view, Song Lan was the most abnormal one.

"Have you never felt these emotions? Like when you went to Purple Wisteria Academy."

"Of course."

(To be continued)