Chapter 94: He Will Go Mad

Outside the villa, a car broke through the darkness and drove up.

The living room lights turned back on, and Weilan walked in; first, the scent of smoke hit his nose, and then his gaze fell upon Ling Wu, who was tied to a chair.

Weilan's jaw dropped, and he retreated repeatedly in fear.

Good heavens!

He was just a guy who did genetic research; he couldn't handle the work of killing and dismembering people!

Weilan stammered: "Se... Second Young Master, you, what is this...?"

"Come here." Jin Shaoyu flicked the embers from his fingertip, his eyes watching him through the swirling smoke, carrying a heavy sense of oppression: "I am a law-abiding citizen; I don't do illegal or undisciplined things."

Weilan patted his chest: "Oh... that's good then."

"Second Young Master, why did you call me here?"

Jin Shaoyu lifted his chin slightly, signaling Weilan to look at the coffee table, where a syringe was placed. He said: "Weilan, you studied psychology, right? Inject this agent into him and help me question him."

"Oh."

Weilan picked up the syringe and examined it for a moment, seeing the small text reading TSR-91, and said in surprise: "Military interrogation agent?"

His eyes lit up: "Is this person a spy?"

"Spy your sister!" Jin Shaoyu kicked him: "Stop dawdling or go die."

Weilan didn't dare to dawdle anymore and injected the TSR-91 Agent into Ling Wu's body. The agent took effect quickly; Ling Wu opened his eyes, his pupils somewhat unfocused.

"Second Young Master, what do you want to ask?"

Jin Shaoyu stood up, walked in front of Ling Wu, raised his hand to pinch his chin, forced him to look up, and asked while meeting those eyes: "Ling Wu, what exactly is the truth behind Ling Tingwan's death ten years ago?"

The truth.

The truth that would be enough for them to bury the hatchet.

Jin Shaoyu's breathing stalled, waiting with immense anticipation.

After a long while, Ling Wu moved his head. His expression was exceptionally blank, his lips trembling as if wanting to say something but unable to, his voice hoarse and dry: "I... I don't understand what you are saying."

"You don't understand."

"I don't understand..."

Jin Shaoyu's gaze turned cold, and he glared at Weilan to the side, asking: "You explain, what is this situation?"

"That's impossible." Weilan also felt it was strange: "The TSR-91 Agent was developed by the Federation's top brass and has extremely strong mental control properties; how could a situation where he doesn't know occur..."

"Second Young Master, are you sure he actually knows the answer to the question you're asking?"

Jin Shaoyu stared him down: "I am sure."

Weilan said solemnly: "Then there is only one possibility: his psychological defenses are too high."

Jin Shaoyu: "How do we solve it?"

"Don't rush!"

Weilan said: "When encountering this kind of situation, we must proceed step by step and guide him layer by layer; we cannot be too hasty. As the saying goes, haste makes..."

He felt a chill under Jin Shaoyu's gaze and immediately shut his mouth: "I won't say it, I won't say it."

Weilan brought a chair over and sat opposite Ling Wu. He placed his index finger to his lips, signaling for silence. His voice was calm and steady as he asked the first question: "From now on, I ask and you answer."

"What is your name?"

Ling Wu answered: "My name is Ling Wu."

Weilan continued to ask: "Age."

Ling Wu: "21."

Weilan: "When is your birthday?"

Ling Wu: "September 29th."

Weilan nodded and continued to ask a few guiding questions: "Do you prefer sunny days or rainy days?"

"Sunny days."

Weilan looked at the young man's beautiful face, his expression gradually becoming serious. His voice, filled with temptation, entered Ling Wu's ears: "Then, Ling Wu, do you remember if it was a sunny day or a rainy day ten years ago, the day Ling Tingwan passed away?"

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Ling Wu's fair forehead, his lips were pale, and his voice trembled: "I can't see... I didn't see, there were no windows there!"

No windows?

Weilan's Adam's apple bobbed: "What was the cause of death?"

"I don't know!"

"Uh... I don't know... my head hurts so much!"

Ling Wu suddenly leaned back, his neck pressed against the chair, his eyes looking at the ceiling as he gasped for air.

"Stop!" Jin Shaoyu dragged Weilan to the side and questioned him: "What are you doing?! Are you actually capable or not?"

Weilan felt innocent, cold sweat dripping: "I didn't do anything; this is a standard guiding method. I don't know why he would have such a reaction, it's as if he has suffered a massive trauma."

Jin Shaoyu was furious: "What trauma, don't you curse him!"

"No, no."

Weilan hurriedly said: "This is the first time I've encountered this situation. We just need to perform a second hypnosis. Second Young Master, I will definitely be able to get the answer you want."

"Hurry up."

Weilan took a pocket watch from his carrying case and skillfully performed a second hypnosis on Ling Wu; the process lasted only about three minutes.

Weilan asked: "What is your favorite color?"

Ling Wu: "White."

Weilan: "What is your favorite fruit?"

Ling Wu: "Oranges."

"........"

Weilan's palms were sweating; as they reached the end, he asked, "What was the cause of Ling Tingwan's death?"

Ling Wu's reaction this time was different from before; he was extremely calm, his thoughts and emotions seemingly entirely controlled by the hypnotist, and staring at the pocket watch, he parted his thin lips and said, "The cause of death was..."

Just as he was about to say it.

Ling Wu clutched his head and screamed in pain: "Ugh... ah! It hurts... it hurts so much, don't ask! Don't, don't ask anymore!"

Weilan rose from his chair and took out his phone: "This makes absolutely no sense! Could it be that my skills are not up to par? No... that's impossible, I was an honor graduate! Second Young Master, I will call my teacher immediately; my teacher is a famous expert in the field of psychology, he will definitely know how to handle this situation."

Jin Shaoyu's patience had clearly reached its limit.

"Beep—"

"Beep—"

The phone rang.

After ringing for a long time, the other side finally picked up, and Weilan said in a respectful tone: "Teacher, I am very sorry to disturb you at this hour, but I have encountered a difficult problem in psychology; I have a patient here..."

Jin Shaoyu wiped the sweat from Ling Wu's forehead; he listened to Weilan and his teacher talk about professional psychological terminology for several minutes, but he didn't understand a single thing.

"What? Mental Dissociation!"

The call was hung up quickly.

Jin Shaoyu said: "What does that mean?"

Weilan's gaze toward Ling Wu turned sympathetic: "The teacher said he likely had symptoms of Mental Dissociation in the past; Mental Dissociation, also known as Dissociative Disorder, is a very complex psychological disorder involving the disruption of normal integrative functions of consciousness, memory, identity, or perception."

"In a state of Mental Dissociation, an individual may experience symptoms such as depersonalization, derealization, amnesia, or identity confusion."

"The occurrence of Dissociative Disorder is usually related to severe psychological trauma, such as childhood abuse, sexual assault, or bloody violence... these traumatic events may cause the individual's psychological defense mechanisms to become overactive, leading them to attempt to escape painful memories and emotions through dissociation."

Weilan glanced at Jin Shaoyu's complexion and found his face deathly pale, his expression somewhat dazed, and his whole person in a stupor.

"This condition is often accompanied by the possibility of PTSD."

Weilan: "Neither the interrogation agent nor the secondary hypnosis had any effect; the teacher suspects that he must have once used special hypnotic means to avoid the pain, preventing him from recalling this related experience at all times. The other party's hypnotic technique was brilliant, which in turn resulted in him being unable to speak of this experience."

"Bang!"

Jin Shaoyu felt his vision blur and collapsed into the chair.

He did not recover his senses for a long time.

The living room was silent for a long time.

Weilan said: "If you keep asking, he will go insane."