Enforcer Manual
Chapter 414: Promising You Eternity_1

Chapter 414: Chapter 414: Promising You Eternity_1

"Ah, um, don’t worry, there’s already some progress."

Song Lan responded through the door to someone inside.

Although he didn’t know who the other party mistook him for or what task had been entrusted to him, none of that stopped him from saying so.

However, this time, he had met his match.

After receiving a reply, there was a moment of silence from inside, followed by some noises behind him. He turned around and found that the wall he had shattered to open the entrance had been resealed, trapping him completely in the space. Then, the slightly ajar door in front of him opened, and an oil lamp on the table was lit. Song Lan finally saw the appearance of the speaker.

A skeleton sat in the interrogation chair.

The skeleton seemed to have suffered inhuman torment before its flesh decomposed entirely. One could clearly see the portions cut from the ribs, the lower part of the right leg was missing a piece, and several finger bones had separated from the palm, scattered across the interrogation table.

"You are the second person to find this place."

The voice seemed to emanate from the skeleton itself, its dark eye sockets as if scrutinizing him, "Only those who are clever enough and brave enough can find this place."

"Is there a reward?"

Song Lan walked past the skeleton on the ground and calmly entered the interrogation room.

The skeleton was taken aback by his response, and after a brief silence, it asked, "What reward do you want?"

"I want to know what you’re doing holed up here."

"I am conducting a great research that can explain the essence of human existence. But before I explain this question, let me ask you one first, do you believe that a human soul can exist beyond the physical body?"

Hearing this question, Song Lan immediately thought of the other party’s identity.

Only the most zealous researchers would ask such questions, and this hotel had once been a secret facility used by the company for spiritual energy research.

He pretended not to understand the implication and asked with a puzzled tone, "Are you saying that even though you’re dead, your soul still exists? Is this your corpse?"

"No, of course not. He is one of my most important research subjects. His existence has helped me unlock the mysteries of the soul and the body."

Talking about the tortured skeleton in the interrogation chair, a sense of pride emerged in the voice, as if discussing a masterpiece he had completed. But then, he showed disdain and arrogance towards Song Lan that were hard to conceal, "But looking at you, you certainly wouldn’t understand these things. To grasp this grand endeavor, you first need to understand the concept of psychic abilities."

"Psychic abilities? I happen to know a little bit about that."

"You do?"

"My grandpa always mentioned psychics. He said our neighbor’s granddaughter’s aunt’s cousin’s colleague knew a psychic, and he was really powerful, a match for ten street thugs!"

As he spoke, Song Lan’s tone revealed pride, perfectly capturing the ignorance displayed when someone discusses an unfamiliar topic.

As someone who frequently surfed the internet, mimicking keyboard warriors wasn’t difficult for him.

His feigned ignorance seemed to lower the voice’s guard, and it spoke again, "He was once a psychic and caused us quite some trouble. It took us a lot of effort to capture her."

The voice then began to tell a story from long ago.

Though it was not explicitly stated, Song Lan quickly guessed the true identity of the skeleton—the Dream Thief.

Inside this interrogation room, the Dream Thief had suffered inhumane torture, but to the storyteller, it was part of verifying their grand research.

Under extreme emotion, the researchers successfully extracted the Dream Thief’s consciousness, which then inhabited objects, even continuing her abilities.

It was an interference ability used to communicate with people through dreams. She had used this power to evade guards and surveillance and secretly communicate ways to escape to the test subjects.

But due to time constraints and technical issues during the initial research, the test subjects’ minds and bodies collapsed, their remaining consciousness fragmented into countless pieces, mechanically repeating her actions from when she was alive without the ability to think.

After the facility was decommissioned, the fragmented consciousness continued for decades, using the facility’s leftover items as vessels.

Those individual ID tags belonged to the people she had helped and those she couldn’t yet assist.

As the story reached an emotional peak, a twisted figure emerged behind the skeleton, wearing a fervent smile and undisguisable resentment.

Because at the end of the story, the Review Meeting had shut down the facilities everywhere, and when he tried to continue this great research, someone had assassinated him. In his dying moments, he exerted every effort to ensure his soul remained.

"So her death was necessary."

After lamenting how short-sighted and ignorant these assassins truly were, the figure turned his attention to the body at the door, annoyed to find that even after decades, there were still such irritating pests around.

Even before Song Lan could ask, the figure began to chatter nonstop about the process through which he had killed Kate.

Song Lan quickly learned that the reason Kate had been attacked and was lying on the ground was that there was another accomplice in this case—the innkeeper.

In fact, since the establishment of the inn, the innkeeper had discovered the interrogation room, and that was also why he had collected and distributed the "brooches."

He had always been looking for an excellent host for the figure.

According to the figure’s account, if he could transcend the limitations of objects, possess a person’s body and take over their consciousness, it meant that he would completely break the barrier between life and death and exist forever. The chip he promised the innkeeper was eternal life.

The knocking from the wall interrupted the figure’s lecture.

Someone else had discovered this place.

From the other side of the wall came the calls of Big Radish Head and others; it seemed they had heard the noise from Song Lan’s wall-breaking earlier and had followed the sound and traces all the way here.

At the same time, the figure also took action.

A row of floating sharp knives blocked Song Lan’s path of retreat, and everything in the room that could be called a weapon was aimed at him under the figure’s control.

"Perhaps I should thank those assassins, without them, I would never have realized the power of the soul."

This was a supernatural power that could not be explained by science or common sense. Under its dominion, the room full of weapons seemed to take on a life of their own, swirling around.

He was not afraid of someone finding this place because there were only two possible outcomes for intruders.

"You seem like a smart person, and so I will also promise you eternal life."

The noise from the wall-breaking became more intense, with the shouts of Big Radish Head and others passing through the cracks in the wall and into the room.

"Truly eternal life?"

Song Lan’s tempted expression satisfied the figure greatly.

Perhaps these ignorant people could not understand the great significance of his research, but once eternal life, wealth, or power was mentioned, they would all flock to it.

The figure gave an affirmative answer, "Of course."

"I’m in!"

Song Lan was overjoyed, nodding hastily, "I’ll find a way to get you out of here right now!"

Just as the figure was rejoicing that he had found a new servant, a fire axe coming straight for him captured his attention, also bringing his thoughts to a standstill. The axe, which should have passed through his body, struck him squarely on the head.

He felt no pain. Instead, he was disturbed by a disruption in his thoughts, feeling as though time had stopped in that instant. He could no longer concentrate, and the coherence of his consciousness was crumbling.

Beyond that, there was fear.

He did not know why the fire axe in the other’s hand could touch him, nor did he understand what the surging black and purple energy was.

"You..."

The figure tried with all his might but could only manage to get out one word.

"Don’t worry, I’m helping you."

Song Lan easily pulled out the fire axe, and before the figure could make any sound, a second blow was aimed at his neck.

He saw the figure’s mouth open wide as if trying desperately to stop the disintegrating parts of himself.

But everything he did was in vain. The "wound" on his body quickly spread throughout, causing his body to disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And Song Lan, he seriously thought of a way for the figure to leave this place.

"Listen, here’s our plan."

The third axe fell with a thud, "First, you make a stop in hell, find someone named Chai Ke, he will find a way to help you get out of there."

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