Chapter 710

It was just that this gaze seemed somewhat chilling.

The policeman, stared at by Ning Chen's gaze, instinctively flinched, but then seemed to realize he had no reason to fear Ning Chen, so he said, "Answer my questions properly, and you can go back soon enough."

Ning Chen said, "But please make your questions slightly more professional."

The hand holding the pen tightened, but the policeman didn't lose his temper, and the first question passed like that.

The second question was sharper than the first; the policeman asked, "I heard from your companion that you single-handedly crippled all of them... is that true?"

Ning Chen's face grew slightly cold; he seemed to have told those people not to speak recklessly.

But he hadn't expected someone in the group to still speak recklessly, revealing things that shouldn't have been said, leading to Ning Chen being questioned now.

However, even back then, Ning Chen knew those people couldn't be trusted, so he hadn't told them specific details, only vaguely glossing over it.

But everyone had eyes on their faces; naturally, after entering the tent, they saw certain scenes—

Thus, this scene happened now.

Ning Chen sighed, truly at a loss for words.

Seeing him not speak, the policeman instinctively felt something was fishy; those eyes locked firmly onto Ning Chen's eyes, asking, "Why aren't you speaking? What exactly are you hiding?"

Ning Chen felt somewhat helpless: "How should I tell you?"

"Just say it directly," the policeman said, "It's time for the record; you must reveal everything you know without any concealment."

Hearing this, Ning Chen couldn't help but sigh: "It's not that I won't tell you; it's just that even if I did, you wouldn't believe me."

The policeman said, "Don't conceal anything; just answer whatever I ask."

Ning Chen nodded and said with utmost sincerity, "Actually, I used magic; otherwise, I couldn't have dealt with those people."

The policeman had been eagerly awaiting Ning Chen's answer, but upon hearing this sentence, his expression instantly froze on his face.

Ning Chen wore an expression of "I knew it would be like this": "I told the truth, you don't believe me; what can I do?"

The policeman's facial expression was extremely stiff, even showing a slight sign of anger about to erupt: "Please tell the truth; this is no game."

Ning Chen thought to himself that he truly hadn't lied, and continued speaking: "Yes, I froze time, made all those people stand still in place, walked over one by one, and severed their tendons... that is the truth."

It was indeed the truth; Ning Chen's expression was extremely sincere.

The knuckles of the policeman's right hand holding the signature pen unconsciously turned white, and his face began to look bad; he truly seemed to have lost his temper. Looking at Ning Chen, he asked in a bad tone, "I hope you can answer seriously."

"Then what should I answer?" Ning Chen shrugged, "Can't this only be explained by magic? What else?"

"..." The policeman seemed choked by Ning Chen's words, unable to speak, staring at Ning Chen with wide eyes.

The key was that the expression on Ning Chen's face was very innocent; he didn't look like he was lying or deceiving anyone, but rather telling the truth.

The policeman scrutinized Ning Chen a few times with a puzzled look, then said, "... Has your brain broken?"

Ning Chen suddenly found himself speechless; he wanted to laugh: "Very well; compared to asking me this question, it would be better to ask something useful. I want to go back early."

The policeman let go of the signature pen; the pen "clattered" onto the table: "If you don't tell the truth, I won't let you leave."

Ning Chen turned his head to look outside: "But I want to leave, and you can't stop me."

"You—"

The policeman suddenly understood Ning Chen's meaning; since Ning Chen had the ability to fight so many people single-handedly, he certainly wouldn't be trapped in the Jingju Sect. It was just that Ning Chen was a thorn; dealing with such a thorn always required more time and more energy.

One way or another, nothing could be extracted; the policeman went from curiosity at the start to anxiety, then anger, and finally calmness; in between, only twenty minutes had passed. Ning Chen had such ability; even a policeman with many years of experience like him couldn't get a single word out of him.

"Sigh," the policeman sighed, looking at Ning Chen and saying, "I can't get any key information from you, but it doesn't matter; your teammates followed along. I believe compared to you, those people are much less guarded; I will get the information I want from them."

Hearing this, Ning Chen only smiled lightly: "Please, feel free."

Upon hearing this sentence, the policeman frowned; the gaze fixed on Ning Chen carried a bit of displeasure, but as if realizing he couldn't do anything to the other party, he patted the table again: "I hope you can cooperate!"

Ning Chen said "Oh": "I feel I've already been very cooperative; it's just that your demands are too many; I don't want to comply."

The Jingju Sect couldn't trap him at all; if Ning Chen wanted to leave, he could come and go freely; the Jingju Sect had only one or two people anyway.

The policeman also knew Ning Chen's strength; his face changed for a while, and finally he let out a sigh of relief.

"Forget it," the policeman said, "Do as you please... answer a few more questions and you can leave."

Ning Chen raised an eyebrow, his expression somewhat surprised.

However, the policeman had already started; he asked a few questions that weren't particularly sharp, which Ning Chen could answer; after finishing, the policeman closed the record and said to Ning Chen, "Alright, you can leave now."

Ning Chen pushed the stool aside and stood up: "Goodbye."

His posture suggested he didn't want to stay in the Jingju Sect for even a second.

Ning Chen entered and left the Jingju Sect as if it were no-man's land; after walking out of the Jingju Sect, he glanced at the sky outside, then glanced at the live stream room that had already closed, and contacted the system.

"Alright, have someone come pick me up; I'm preparing for vacation," Ning Chen said to the system.

For some working people, traveling around the world is a perfect way to relax, but for Ning Chen, whose main job is checking in at spots, this is nothing short of a burden.

Not to mention that various situations would arise during the check-in process; even if he wanted to avoid them, there was no way to avoid them.

In the end, he could only spend more mental energy to deal with them.

Hearing Ning Chen's voice, the system said, "Okay, I'll handle it now."

The answer was quite fast; Ning Chen nodded in satisfaction.

It was now late at night; the helicopter would probably arrive the next morning. Ning Chen took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky.

This was a scenery unseen in the city, like a curtain dotted with sparkling diamonds; the stars shimmered with fragmented light. Ning Chen squinted and watched for a while, then slowly walked out from the entrance of the Jingju Sect.

He asked, "Where is my next check-in location?"

The system said, "There is no notification yet."

Ning Chen responded with a low sound, paused for a moment, raised his head, and looked at the starry sky above his head.

"Let me decide the location this time," he said.

The system instinctively didn't want to agree, but looking at Ning Chen's appearance at that moment, it suddenly read a trace of... loneliness from him.

The system was startled; Ning Chen's back looked somewhat thin; the occasional expression revealed made the system realize that this host of his had once been an ordinary person.

After repeated struggles, the system finally said, "Hint: Task completion is good. An extra reward: one self-check-in opportunity."

Ning Chen smiled: "Thanks."

Police station.

Hu Di was escorted to the interrogation room, followed by a doctor carrying a medical kit and three police officers.

Hu Di received special attention. After being taken to the interrogation room, the doctor disinfect his wounds and wrapped them with bandages.

This was treatment no one else received. Hu Di's arm lay limp on the table, letting the doctor busy himself with the bandaging, while his face remained expressionless throughout.

Like a puppet that had lost its life.

A police officer sat outside the interrogation room, observing the person inside closely; not a single expression of his went unnoticed.

After finishing bandaging Hu Di's wounds, the doctor took the medical kit and left.

Through the iron bars, Hu Di's hands were cuffed to the table. A stack of documents lay before the police officer, who was quietly cross-checking them with a colleague nearby.

The documents contained nothing but Hu Di's life history, including even his photographs.

After a few minutes, one police officer raised his head, his gaze scrutinizing as it settled on Hu Di's face, and asked the first question: "How did you found this organization?"

No response.

Hu Di seemed unangered, leaning back in his chair, his eyes hollow and lifeless, staring fixedly at one spot.

Getting no answer, and finding his expression truly strange, the police officer couldn't help but walk to the side of the interrogation room and, frowning, ask his colleague, "Is there anything wrong with him?"

The other police officer looked at Hu Di's complexion, wanting to shake his head and say there should be no problem, but no matter how he looked, the man seemed off. So he pushed the table aside, stood up from his chair, and said, "Go get the doctor."

As the founder of the entire organization, Hu Di must not die. Even if he must die, he must be pulled back from the Conggui Sect first; only after the questions are answered can he die.

Therefore, the police paid special attention to Hu Di. Seeing his condition was off, they went to fetch the doctor again.

After the doctor arrived, the police opened the interrogation room. Carrying the medical kit inside, he checked Hu Di's vital signs and found only a slightly low heart rate; everything else was fine.

The doctor removed his stethoscope and said, "No problem, but judging by the prisoner's state, he's likely suffered psychological trauma. He won't be able to speak for a Yishiban Society; a period of rest will fix it."

The police officer asked, "How long is that period?"

The doctor thought for a moment: "Tomorrow morning. By tomorrow morning, when we come to ask again, we should get the results."

The two police officers exchanged a glance and nodded.

The interrogation rooms in the police station held different prisoners, all survivors brought out from the forest. However, during transport, a few people didn't make it and died on the way.

The police asked different questions of different prisoners, but the root of every question was "How did you become a member of the organization?" From the interrogation process, it could also be seen that these people were simply brainwashed, and the mastermind's methods were formidable, completely brainwashing them into becoming supporters under the "Main God."

Even during the interrogation, someone said with a devout face: "The Lord will protect me, cleanse my soul, absolve my sins, and grant me what I desire."

At this moment, the police often wore expressions of helplessness. Undoubtedly, Hu Di's brainwashing was successful. The expressions on those faces, besides devotion, also carried a numbness that made one tremble with fear. It didn't seem like brainwashing, but rather that they had been completely remade into robots belonging to the organization.

Nothing could be extracted from these people's mouths. The police officers sighed, feeling helpless, yet they repeatedly went to check Hu Di's condition.