Chapter 93: 92 Bandages and Questions

92 Bandages and Questions

“…”

So you haven’t even decided what I’m supposed to do, and you’re already writing a request to borrow me?

Though startled by Li Ang’s bizarre maneuver, remembering this might be the last chance to investigate the original incident, the female police officer clenched her fists several times before finally accepting cooperation with the “damned rebels,” her face stiff as she replied:

“Just write ‘assisting in investigation’… Wait, are you really field personnel? And you’re going to the Ryan household too? What do you want there?”

“Why do you ask so many questions? These are classified matters—don’t pry into what you shouldn’t!”

After scolding the female officer, Li Ang felt considerably better, swiftly filled out the approval slip, shoved it straight into her pocket, then pointed at the female prisoner pinned against the wall and voiced his first demand.

“Loosen your grip a little—I want to see the bandage on her wrist!” ???

Though confused about what Li Ang intended, seeing he only extended one finger—as if merely wanting to touch the bandage—the female officer did not stop him, instead slightly relaxing her hold on the prisoner’s arm.

“Sss…”

【Name: Infected Blood Bandage (Decay, Healing)】

【Appearance: An old bandage soaked in large amounts of blood; the gauze tied around the bleeding point still bears dark brown, dried bloodstains; a faint salty odor can be detected upon close sniffing】

【Ability: Can actively wrap any living target, stealing its vitality and causing rapid decay and death, but when used correctly, can swiftly heal all external injuries below the level of limb amputation】

【Cost: Intolerable pain will arise at the right thigh root during use, rendering walking nearly impossible】

【File: Taken from the corpse of a soldier who died of injury and illness; every strand of gauze in this bandage is soaked with the tears of his wife’s anguish】

【Evaluation: Blood shed in defense has yet to convey the deceased’s wish, but tears overflowing with hatred are now tormenting the living soul repeatedly】

【Contamination Level: 1.1】

“…”

Another “dual-property” anomaly?

After reading the bandage’s ability description, Li Ang frowned slightly, feeling something odd. Like the [Spirit-Haunted Dwelling], this bandage’s two abilities were unrelated, even completely opposite.

Judging by the file and evaluation, the anomaly’s “creator” likely wasn’t just the deceased interrogator—it probably included the prisoner pinned down as well.

If his guess was right, her husband’s desperate will to survive and his longing for family must have birthed the bandage’s healing power.

As for the decay ability, it likely stemmed from the prisoner’s deep hatred and her desire to make her enemies suffer the same pain her husband endured before death.

Though this origin seemed “reasonable,” most anomalies arose from pure, extreme emotions.

Purity meant simplicity—simultaneously embedding both “love” and “hate” into one object was not impossible, but required both emotions to be equally intense and balanced, making it exceedingly rare; yet this was already the second such case he’d encountered.

So… could this also be connected to that Aquarius Director?

Following this faint sense of familiarity, Li Ang, frowning deeply, leaned closer, lowering his voice in a gamble:

“Tell me—have you ever met someone with narrow eyes, eyebrows and corners of the mouth sloping downward, born with a face that looks like it’s crying?” ???!

They really know!

Hearing Li Ang’s question, the prisoner’s expression hardened; remembering the bandage’s sudden failure, she finally confirmed her earlier suspicion.

There’s a traitor inside the organization! And it’s probably not just any traitor—his position might even be higher than hers! Possibly one of those core members who also gained power!

Damn it! Who is the traitor?!

…

Though the prisoner clenched her teeth in silence, offering no response, her self-perceived stubborn resistance meant nothing before Li Ang’s Soul Vision.

Well, so she really encountered him? Then that Aquarius Director is still creating anomalies?

Watching the prisoner’s soul instantly ripple with panic after his question, Li Ang drew a sharp breath, instinctively clenching his fist, and pressed further:

“How did you meet him? Did he approach you first?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“So he did approach you first!”

Learning the answer from her soul’s reaction, Li Ang frowned again, and in the prisoner’s panicked expression, demanded sharply:

“Tell me—is it just you who’s connected to him, or your entire rebel faction?”

“I said I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“…”

Wait… why are you interrogating her? Isn’t that my job? Then what am I even here for?

While Li Ang and the prisoner exchanged rapid questions, the female officer beside them had grown utterly confused, and couldn’t help whispering:

“Li Ang… what exactly are you…”

“Don’t interfere—hold her down!”

Glaring at the tool, signaling her to stay silent, Li Ang studied the prisoner’s now-steady soul, thought for a moment, then changed his approach:

“If neither answer is right… then only a few people in your faction know of his existence or have seen him—but there is indeed a group among you who received power from him?”

“…”

Still not understanding how she’d slipped up on the first two questions, the prisoner now clenched her teeth tighter, refusing to utter a word, determined not to reveal anything through tone or expression.

Yet though she remained silent, her soul, once again in turmoil, gave Li Ang the correct answer.

“So there really is a group who encountered him… How many? Many? Very few? Not too many?”

“…”

“So not too many… Tell me—how many like you total? Less than fifty? Thirty? Twenty? Ten? More than ten, right?”

“?”

“Less than fifteen? Twelve? Thirteen? Oh—it’s twelve!”

“??”

There are exactly twelve of them?

Quickly deducing the number of those who received anomalies from the prisoner’s soul fluctuations, Li Ang’s chest tightened, and he pressed on:

“What level are they? Are most stronger than you?”

“??? ”

“So they’re all stronger than you… How many are stronger? Three? Five? Seven?”

“!!!”

He’s one too! He’s one of them!

Though she’d held out in complete silence throughout, she’d now spilled every secret—crushed by the interrogation, the prisoner finally understood what she was facing.

She didn’t know how he did it, but as long as she lived, no secret would remain hidden from him.

“Die, you bastard!!!”

Screaming hysterically, she twisted her arm violently, risking dislocation, threw her upper body backward, slammed the back of her head hard into the female officer’s chest, then arched her spine sharply and crashed it against the rigid iron wall!

“Bang!”