To Wen Xishu's surprise, there was still some privacy in places like the bathroom.
There were no cameras there. But there were sensors; if an employee stayed on the toilet too long, it would trigger three stages of music.
The first stage was the toilet singing to encourage the employee, reminding them not to forget the beauty of work. The second stage provided bodily suggestions based on the employee's excretion capabilities. The third stage was a company-wide announcement about someone taking too long in the bathroom.
Therefore, Wen Xishu saw everyone hurriedly rushing in the office building's bathroom.
He hijacked one of them and stole their access card.
On the elevator advertisement board, there was a group of men and women with emotionless faces, completely resembling vegetative state, all with a seam drawn on their forehead.
These were people who had their prefrontal cortex removed, yet their attire was extremely luxurious and expensive.
Wen Xishu even noticed... someone sneaking a peek, with a fleeting envy in their eyes.
Of course, no one spoke in the elevator; eye movement could not be captured.
Everyone maintained their distance and upheld the cleanliness of the office building.
It's hard to imagine... this place is the one with the greatest creative force, producing movies and novels that serve as emotional spices in people's lives.
In this place, everyone's forehead may not have a cut, but everyone was nearing some kind of mania.
The thirty-fifth floor arrived quickly.
A publishing house here had closed down recently because it published forbidden items.
An author was arrested for creating banned words in a book. The author's original intention was to depict a disordered society to praise the greatness of order.
But remarkably, he created a villain who did whatever he wanted... actually triggering a small discussion.
This discussion was naturally not good, so the publishing house was shut down, and the author vanished.
It's expected that within three days, the thirty-fifth floor would be replaced by a new company, but it became Horn and Wen Xishu's temporary refuge.
"Wen Xishu, I'm here."
Horn had a striking wound on his wrist. Sitting in a wheelchair, his hand hung down dripping blood, making Wen Xishu feel he looked very pitiful.
Wen Xishu said:
"Give me the handle."
Horn was puzzled but complied. The next moment, Horn suddenly felt something establishing a connection with him.
Horn realized:
"I see. It turns out someone like me can also gain power with tools. But I feel there's a significant gap between our powers."
After being connected to the handle, all aspects of Horn's attributes improved. His wound healing ability also became extremely powerful.
This feeling amazed Horn:
"You really are someone who brings miracles."
Wen Xishu smiled:
"Many people say so. Tell me, why did you choose this place?"
"And... did you discover anything?"
Horn nodded:
"This city has lost a very important concept, everyone's compliance has maxed out. The city is filled with the beauty of order."
Wen Xishu didn't speak.
Horn said:
"But this is strange. Some professions are still allowed to exist."
Wen Xishu seemed to understand:
"Is this the reason you chose this place? You wanted to know if these creators had any information?"
Horn nodded again:
"Yes. When I entered this world, I became one of the creators at work."
"Fortunately, my disability didn't attract too much attention, not to mention I felt something abnormal in my arm at the beginning."
"After removing the implant, I roughly understood that this world is highly monitored."
"But my intelligence capabilities are limited, I don't know much."
"I learned from reviewing law enforcement records that the thirty-fifth floor of this building had been enforced."
"So I came here."
Horn looked at Wen Xishu:
"This time, we can't rely on Mia, we have to become Mia ourselves."
Wen Xishu naturally understood the meaning of this sentence. They had to accumulate discord to the maximum value to naturally grasp that missing concept.
"This will put us in extremely dangerous situations," Horn said.
The Law Enforcer, and the even more powerful Sea Beast... would indeed put them in extremely dangerous situations.
Moreover, Wen Xishu couldn't afford to lose.
Losing the concept of women meant losing an important concept for Wen Xishu, but he could still climb the tower.
But this time, Wen Xishu felt the concept was extremely important. Once lost, he would become a puppet.
"We have no retreat, once in, we must find a way to break the predicament."
Horn nodded:
"So I'm thinking about the rationality of this city."
"Actually, you and I both know that people's thoughts cannot be completely controlled."
"If this city were full of people with their prefrontal cortex removed, I could understand."
"But the problem is, it's the minority who had their prefrontal cortex removed."
"Most people have their complete thinking ability, but they are enslaved by joy agents."
"We entered Sirius's mental world, Wen Xishu, don't you find this city's situation similar to Sirius's?"
Being questioned like this by Horn, Wen Xishu indeed found something interesting.
Sirius was enslaved but yearned to break free, only the probability of this was very low.
But deep inside Sirius's heart, there was certainly a desire to rebel.
And the few who had their prefrontal cortex removed represented certain symbolism.
Sirius desired to escape imprisonment but was blinded by this symbolism, resulting in his inner world... everyone believed - only those who lost thinking abilities were people above others.
But correspondingly, this world also had some potential resistance. Or subconscious rebellion.
Wen Xishu immediately thought of this publishing house.
"Indeed, if this world truly promotes order, then these creators who play with words and thoughts should be the ones most deserving of death."
Horn said:
"But they weren't killed, just regulated... assuming everything in this world is symbolic."
"Then, these so-called creators represent what?"
Wen Xishu blurted out:
"They represent Sirius's desire... for will."
He almost said that word, but suddenly Wen Xishu felt speechless.
Horn was briefly stunned, but soon he smiled:
"Don't think too deeply, before we figure out the way to break the predicament... we shouldn't think too deeply."
"Even you would find it hard to face the Sea Beast who evolved a few more times, right?"
Indeed, last time Wen Xishu felt that the Sea Beast's evolution had reached the limit he could handle.
If it evolved further, he would have to use some forbidden trump cards.
Horn said:
"Haven't you noticed, Sirius's mental world is all about correction behavior."
"But it does not correct thoughts."
"So, thoughts cannot be killed. I believe Sirius desires to break free from imprisonment, thus his subconscious... in this mental world, must have many sparks."
"Chaotic, rebellious, resistant sparks."
"But unfortunately, Wen Xishu, I have no way of obtaining information, the speech of these people has been corrected by behavior norms manuals."
"I also tried talking to others, but everyone saw me in a wheelchair and had an urge to stay away from me. I seemed like trouble."
Horn was evidently helpless.
He always felt Wen Xishu was very strong. Without Wen Xishu, he wouldn't dare to start this game.
But he was troubled by the little help he could provide Wen Xishu.
"Wen Xishu laughed at hearing Horn's words.
"Right, thoughts are uncontrollable, Horn! You really hit the nail on the head! Thoughts are uncontrollable!"
"How did I forget about this?"
Wen Xishu was thrilled, and Horn said:
"Do you have a way... to read thoughts? Can you do this?"
Wen Xishu said:
"I certainly have a way. I'm not good at gathering news, but absolutely a master at gathering thoughts."