Enforcer Manual
Chapter 537: You Need a Remedy_1

Chapter 537: Chapter 537: You Need a Remedy_1

"Confession? Do we look like clergy to you?"

Lu Xiang was once again puzzled by Xinya’s behavior.

They did indeed know a professional priest. Bruno’s primary job when he was with the Lunar Eclipse Sect was to listen to confessions or even to coerce certain people into confessing to him, but he was now in District 17.

"No, it’s not that..."

Xinya was extremely troubled.

She found it hard to describe her current feelings; she had been unlucky enough to witness two major incidents at the academy, and had also stumbled upon some things that were not meant for her ears.

For instance, the teacher who had been electrocuted to death had been about to subject a comatose girl to a form of mind correction therapy, which involved placing a skeleton-like metal helmet on her head and administering continuous electric shock therapy. Mentioning this, the maintenance worker had praised this method highly, claiming that even the most willful students would become well-behaved and sensible after undergoing a month of mind correction therapy.

Even without experiencing it herself, just thinking along the lines of what the maintenance worker had said was enough to send shivers down her spine.

This information was subsequently concealed in the obituary posted on the student forum.

Purple Wisteria Academy did indeed have a Confession Room, and students were encouraged to bare their souls to the teachers in the Confession Room, to take responsibility for their own wrongdoings. For those brave enough to admit their faults, the academy often imposed lighter punishments.

However, Xinya had a strong premonition that if she were to confess to the teachers, she would be subjected to the same mind correction therapy as that girl.

Because the maintenance worker had mentioned that such advanced therapy could not only change the students’ erroneous perceptions but also help them forget many things.

Under the pressure, she had ended up here as if possessed.

Song Lan and Lu Xiang were both outsiders, and they seemed like very approachable and kind people, especially Aunt Lu Xiang, who had ample life experience. At a young age, she had left the campus, started her own business, and even had a child of school-going age.

Lu Xiang, as a peer, should be able to understand her current uneasy state of mind, and at the same time provide her with some life advice.

At least, that was what Xinya believed.

"I understand, you can sit down first."

Lu Xiang patiently listened to the reason Xinya had sought her out, suppressing the urge to give her a piece of her mind and invited her to sit in the living room.

For them, this was an opportunity to learn more about Purple Wisteria Academy.

Xinya was the most typical ordinary student; the school would not waste energy and resources on her. Through her, they could clearly see the different attitudes the academy had towards ordinary students and the specially nurtured top-performing students.

Only...

Xinya’s timing could not have been worse.

Just yesterday, Dr. Kulin had sent more people to monitor them, and by now her whereabouts had already been exposed. Coupled with her suspicious attire, it might not be long before the teachers would come looking for her here.

Through yesterday’s events, Lu Xiang had realized one thing—Purple Wisteria Academy adhered to a strategy of preferring to wrongly kill a thousand rather than letting one slip away.

"If you have something you want to say, just say it."

"Actually, I..."

Facing Lu Xiang, who had welcomed her and not turned her away, Xinya’s nose began to tingle. She knew very well that, rather than a confession, she wanted to find someone to talk to about the pressure that had been building up inside her. But due to the existence of "Xinya Inequality," her peers never looked at her properly, nor would they waste their time listening to her.

She had a thousand words to express, but before she could even speak, there was a brief disconnection in her thoughts.

Then, a tingling sensation began to invade her consciousness all over her body, and the scenery in front of her started to change—she was still sitting, but somehow her limbs had been firmly strapped to the chair, and a strange metallic exoskeleton helmet that she had never seen before was placed on her head.

A strong sense of weakness made it impossible for her to struggle, and the mist drifting in the room blurred her vision even further.

It took Xinya a full ten seconds or more to see the person sitting in front of her.

It wasn’t Lu Xiang at all, but a teacher wearing a white lab coat, looking at her with a pleasant smile, which seemed to contain both care for students and joy at having found a diagnosis.

The teacher didn’t rush to speak, patiently waiting for her to adapt to her surroundings until Xinya directed her puzzled gaze at him, then he finally spoke, "Student Xinya, I believe you, indeed you did not engage in any behavior that violates school regulations."

The instrument clearly displayed her experiences from the morning, proving that she hadn’t lied.

She went to Lu Xiang and Song Lan, indeed only to talk about her unlucky experiences, as well as the pressure that had been building up in her heart, and even until the end, she didn’t dare to tell the two about the thought correction therapy.

This was good, otherwise he would have had to extend Xinya’s course of treatment.

"...Teacher."

Xinya finally understood and accepted her current situation, the darkening sky outside the window indicating that a long time had passed since she went to find Song Lan and Lu Xiang, and that her memory had gaps in that period, realizing she must have been brought here immediately after leaving their house.

"No need to explain, I understand completely," the teacher said gently, patting her shoulder, before abruptly changing the topic, "While it’s commendable that you didn’t break any school rules, I discovered your flawed thinking—why would you go to two strangers of unknown origin when faced with difficulties, instead of coming to your teacher?"

Suddenly, Xinya realized something and hurriedly said, "Teacher, I..."

This was almost a physical, instinctual response that let her sense what was about to happen next, even when she felt blank, but the electric current coursed through her body first, silencing her.

"Don’t worry, every child makes mistakes, and we will help you correct these flawed thoughts. And you know what? In the past, this kind of treatment was one of the ways of conducting stimulative experiments at research facilities, and it helps to unlock your potential," comforted the teacher.

He noticed Xinya’s frantic gaze towards the potted plant on the table, as if a drowning person was desperately trying to clutch at a straw.

But they all knew of Xinya’s abilities, to describe her as "the most useless student" wasn’t an exaggeration at all.

To make plants grow at a rate only measurable by an instrument made her almost no different from an ordinary person in a school filled with psychic abilities.

However, this time, he heard strange noises behind him.

It was a light sound, caused by the friction between the plant and the wall, and even Xinya, in the midst of thought correction therapy, displayed panic and shock in her eyes.

Behind him, vines that were growing wildly had covered the entire wall, and this potted plant was expanding at an incomprehensible rate. Not only that, it seemed to have transformed into another plant entirely.

The plant’s growth sped up, and within a minute, the room could no longer contain its swelling size. Thorns sprang from the vines, breaking the glass and door, stretching outside, and it appeared as if the entire building became a nursery for its growth. And beneath its lush branches and leaves, he distinctly saw a chilling eye.

That eye was peering through the leaves at them.

The plant seemed to have been given consciousness, as its vines unplugged the machine, and the sprouts penetrated the wall sockets as if venting anger, cracks spreading across the entire wall at a speed visible to the naked eye. Xinya’s body, convulsing from the electric shock, came to a halt, and she slumped onto the chair, the restraints still preventing her from moving.

"What, what did you do?" the teacher demanded, his face devoid of smiles, squeezed closer to Xinya by the pressing vines.

"...It wasn’t me," Xinya gasped for air vigorously. She genuinely had no idea what had happened to the potted plant.

This seemed somewhat similar to her abilities, but fundamentally different—she definitely couldn’t endow a plant with sentient consciousness!

On the other side of the academy, Lu Xiang frowned at the sight of the building being engulfed by plants.

"Isn’t this a bit too much?" he said.

The words were naturally meant for Song Lan.

"Didn’t you hear what that teacher said? Stimulative experiments can unlock a psychic’s potential," she replied.

However, the culprit behind it all looked at her innocently. "This is the power of Xinya after her growth."

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