Enforcer Manual
Chapter 702 - 700: I’m Not Sick!_1

Chapter 702: Chapter 700: I’m Not Sick!_1

When Hog returned to the exhibition hall in The First Region with the main force, he felt as if he had entered a different world.

"The Evil Spirit" was nowhere to be seen, the parliament members who had finished their discussion went their separate ways, and after a while, having exchanged pleasantries, Jock approached and said, "I will contact you about the psychologist later, and I won’t let anyone in your family know about it."

"Mhm."

Hog just nodded his head.

More than consulting a psychologist, what he wanted to know now was what the "Evil Spirit" really was, as he was quite certain it had paused for about 2 seconds during the banquet.

Was this a worsening of his condition, or could the "enthusiastic citizen" really appear beside him through some means?

After the meeting, Hog made a difficult decision.

To consult a professional about this matter.

And the only person he could think of at the moment who could provide him with assistance in this area was Rob Lucci, so they set up a date and time, and the place was his private residence in The First Region, which was a luxurious apartment in a high-rise building in the heart of the city. Most members had bought properties here, but they seldom stayed in The First Region, only coming over during the meetings.

They all had to pay a hefty fee each month to maintain their temporary abodes.

Hog had not slept well for several days in a row and felt that if he couldn’t resolve this issue soon, he would eventually be driven mad by nightmares. He was restless in the living room, having drunk more than half a bottle of wine, and now that it had calmed down, the "Evil Spirit" did not reappear.

After a series of events, his feelings towards the "enthusiastic citizen" became extremely complicated.

On one side, he hoped to confront the other party face to face for clarity, yet on the other, he was afraid of ending up dead in The First Region.

Amidst the anxious wait, the bell of the apartment finally rang.

"Mr. Lucky."

Hog welcomed him, peeking cautiously around the corridor before letting him in, "No one noticed you on the way here, right?"

After all, in the High-level Parliament’s knowledge, Rob Lucci should be in the Sixth District awaiting trial.

"No, what’s the urgent matter you needed me for?"

"Mr. Lucky, I think I’m ill."

Hog slumped onto the sofa, his whole demeanor wilted, and at least now he didn’t have to worry about his personal safety anymore.

"You’re ill?"

Song Lan was taken aback, "Do I look like a doctor to you?"

"Doctors can’t solve this kind of illness."

Hog shook his head.

His thinking had been chaotic due to a lack of sleep, and his symptoms happened to perfectly match the diagnosis of a psychologist, so even he himself could not differentiate which events around him were real.

But he didn’t trust the family’s psychologist, and he trusted Jock even less, who knows if he would brainwash him using the High-level Parliament?

In terms of illness, he felt that the people in the High-level Parliament were no less sick than he was.

He initially thought the proclaimed faith in the deity was just a political tactic to recruit people, but to his surprise, after going there, he found that everyone truly became devout Believers, certain of the future "guidance" from the "Deity."

That world made of plants was indeed unusual, but in the eyes of a normal person, the instinct was not to link it to "Deity" but to alien life, or perhaps some uncontrollable creation of a biological pharmaceutical company—they never learn from their mistakes and have created many things that surpass human understanding in their explorations.

He still remembered that infamous experiment by Cloud Biological Pharmaceutical in the "outside world," where the entire laboratory was destroyed by the uncontrollable creatures, and no one knew what had become of those creatures now.

"Mr. Lucky, do you believe in the existence of ’Evil Spirits’?"

Hog steadied himself and asked.

"Are you talking about those ghosts and goblins from horror movies?"

Song Lan purposely feigned ignorance. A certain delinquent had previously mistaken the invincible Platinum Star as an "Evil Spirit" and locked himself in the guardhouse. He brought out a response he had prepared long ago, "To my knowledge, all incidents assumed to be haunted by ’Evil Spirits’ have been proven to be the work of Psychics. In the database of Military Intelligence Section Seven, there has never been any record of a real ’Evil Spirit,’ so Mr. Hog, I hope you believe in science."

"But he’s been following me, yes, I’m sure he can even stop time for about 2 seconds."

Hog stubbornly retorted, fueled by a strong motivation to prove the existence of "Evil Spirits." If all this was his delusion, wouldn’t that just confirm that he was mentally ill?

Hog definitely did not want to become a mental patient, nor did he want anyone to know about this, especially those who had vested interests in him.

Therefore, the judgment of Rob Lucci was crucial for him. The former was standing at an impartial and objective angle, basing his judgment on his status as the highest-ranking Executor in Military Intelligence Section Seven; it was highly credible.

Moreover, he believed that Rob Lucci wouldn’t want him to become a mental patient—at least not at this stage.

"You mean you saw the Evil Spirit?"

Song Lan asked.

"Not only saw him, but he also affects reality. The anti-fatigue medication I brought with me disappeared. This is the most direct proof. He stole the drugs and put them in his pocket."

To prove he wasn’t lying, Hog turned out his pockets of his trousers and shirt in front of Song Lan, laying his phone, ID, and other items on the table. He stared nervously at the other man, heart in his throat.

"Mr. Hog, you know this doesn’t prove anything. Every person with a delusional disorder says the same thing; they might even have a friend who doesn’t exist in reality, and will insist many of the things happening around them are their friend’s doing."

Song Lan easily recounted cases of mental illness, thanks to Director Lu’s extensive knowledge; she had deep research into psychology and mental illness, "The world seen by a psychiatric patient is different from that seen by a normal person, and maybe other parliament members see a completely different scene. Besides, 2 seconds is too brief; it’s likely you just spaced out for a moment and thought that time had stopped."

Hog was not satisfied with these answers, but was unable to rebut.

Indeed, all the evidence he provided fell short of directly proving the existence of "Evil Spirits," and indeed the mental patients he had observed did exhibit similar behaviors.

Some people believe they are a mushroom.

Others declare to anyone who will listen that they are the reincarnation of a deity.

And the end result for them is always the same: they get sent to an asylum, and they may never be released in this lifetime.

Could this become the fate of Hog Foster?

"You mean, I’ve really developed a severe mental illness?"

"Those are the words a psychologist would say to you, and after that, he would suggest you seek remedy as soon as possible before getting you locked up in a mental hospital."

"But you don’t think so?"

Hope reignited in Hog’s eyes.

"Not long ago, while I was on a mission, I passed by a place called Egypt, which is its name from before the Third War, now situated near the Fifth Neutral Country. There, I happened to read a document that recorded a special group of people known as Standins."

"Standins?"

"It’s one form of Psychic Abilities, and the way Psychics manifest their abilities differs from region to region."

At this critical moment, the theory put forth by Song Lan’s dearly departed friend, the former principal of Purple Wisteria Academy, played a crucial role. "A friend of mine who had deeply researched Psychic Abilities once proposed a theory that the myths and legends of many regions aren’t completely fabricated; they are the result of local people witnessing Psychics, followed by exaggerated descriptions and the writer’s imagination. For instance, the witches, Taoists, and Demon Hunters that appear in legends may all originate from this."

Hog straightened up involuntarily, his drowsiness entirely vanished, his eyes bright and alert.

This was the news he had hoped to hear.

According to Rob Lucci’s statement, not only was he not insane, but he might also have become a Psychic?

"Do you mean to say that Standins might actually exist?

Although he’d never heard of the term before, he would rather believe that these special people truly existed.

"That book said that Standins’ powerful spiritual power could manifest concrete images and even manipulate them to fight against people. And when I later visited some Psychic Abilities research institutions, I also discovered that Psychics accustomed to fighting in similar ways had appeared within the territory of the United Government."

Song Lan had always believed that the existence of Psychic Abilities represented infinite possibilities.

Even if one day Standins truly appeared, it wouldn’t be surprising.

"But how can I be sure that what you’re saying is true?"

"It seems you haven’t learned how to control your spiritual power, but I do know of a way to verify it."

With those words, Song Lan took out a handgun and placed it on the coffee table in front of Hog, "Even in a state where they can’t control it freely, spiritual power will still protect them."

"What if your conclusions are wrong? Wouldn’t I..."

"You might die, or at the very least suffer the pain of a bullet piercing through your body."

Song Lan responded frankly to Hog.

Hog’s gaze flitted between him and the gun, admitting to himself that the other party had proposed an attractive theory. However, upon careful consideration, all these theories were established on the basis of a book of unknown origin that had never been verified.

Do Standins really exist?

Compelled by some inexplicable impulse, Hog reached out and picked up the handgun from the coffee table. The remnants of his rational mind told him that he must be crazy to do such a thing, yet that same rationality was quickly overthrown by an unexplainable urge.

He slowly pointed the muzzle at his own chest.

His eyes fixed, he pressed the trigger.

"Bang—!"

........................

That afternoon, Jock received a call from the psychologist.

As per agreement, he had arranged for Hog to meet the First Region’s finest psychologist; however, at the appointed time, Hog, who had been affirmative previously, suddenly changed his mind.

"I can all but confirm Mr. Hog has developed a severe mental illness."

The psychologist said with certainty from the other end of the phone, able to make a judgment even though they hadn’t yet met.

"Why? Didn’t he refuse to meet with you?"

"But he gave a reason for refusing the meeting."

The psychologist tried to keep her voice as calm and composed as possible, "Mr. Hog says he’s not ill, he has simply become a Standin."

...

Jock’s hand trembled as he sat at his desk, spilling coffee all over the table.

Nearly a minute of silence passed between them before the psychologist took the initiative to speak, "Do you still want me to keep in contact with him?"

Given the state of mind Hog had shown, she could imagine he would be a very difficult patient.

"Stick to the original plan."

Jock was shrouded in darkness, doubting whether inviting Hog to join the club was the right decision, "Try to arrange a meeting with him first, you must find a remedy for him."

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