Horn sighed in admiration and said:
"Wen Xishu, you really have many tricks up your sleeve. It seems you have a lot of cards to play. Encountering you is truly fortunate."
Wen Xishu said:
"Next, we need to find someone to test."
The thirty-fifth floor of the office building, an abandoned floor waiting to be renovated, was naturally a good place for interrogation. Horn stayed in place while Wen Xishu, under Horn's control, flashed past one surveillance camera after another with incredible speed, hunting for prey.
For someone with superhuman abilities like Wen Xishu, kidnapping a person was an easy task.
Silently, under Horn's control, Wen Xishu appeared with a person in each hand—one man and one woman. They both seemed to be high-ranking managers.
The woman was from the film and television department, responsible for a Saturday variety show called "Random Disasters."
The program depicted various dangers people might encounter in chaotic and disordered environments.
But it's said that the actors had to sign confidentiality agreements. Although the actors later claimed that the random environments and the random choices were all arranged by the show...
Some artists still seemed to have changed after participating in the program.
People said the show was toxic, and many artists who went on it turned into bad artists. When people saw the artist later, there was already a scar on their forehead.
It was the supreme scar of a prefrontal lobotomy, symbolizing nobility.
The other man was a novelist.
Due to the high risks in the industry, this novelist focused on stability, writing suspense and detective stories.
The stories told of protagonists solving cases in perfectly ordered worlds using disorganized clues.
He was still quite popular and, so far, safer than the film and television department manager, at least.
Both were knocked unconscious by a hand chop from Wen Xishu, but soon awakened under the influence of the "Behavioral Code Manual."
Because at this time and place, there was no sleep function. In the state of unconsciousness, the phrase "butterfly effect variable" appeared in their minds, immediately scaring them awake.
Horn originally thought Wen Xishu's mental probing was some form of hypnosis... but when they awoke, Wen Xishu said:
"Good, you're awake. I was just about to ask you."
"Who... who are you?" the woman exclaimed in shock.
"Did you kidnap us?" the man said.
Wen Xishu nodded and pressed the Scorpio Knife against the woman's neck:
"I am a super criminal with a butterfly effect variable exceeding ten percent."
Upon hearing the ten percent, the woman fainted immediately out of sheer terror.
Wen Xishu frowned slightly.
Strange, like that doctor, she fainted immediately.
Logically, being scared to faint directly reflects reaching an extreme emotional state.
Wen Xishu looked at the man, who also fainted instantly.
Horn tentatively asked:
"Do you have any results?"
Wen Xishu said:
"It seems they have some kind of protection mechanism preventing their emotions from becoming overly agitated."
"They directly fell into a faint. This prevents my ability from working."
Horn and Wen Xishu fell silent, but soon, both arrived at the same conclusion almost simultaneously.
Horn said:
"It seems we have to cut open their arms and remove the implants."
Wen Xishu understood:
"I see. They will only feel one situation—great euphoria under hormonal stimulus, like a catheter or drug use."
"Prolonged exposure will lead to cerebellar atrophy, gradual addiction, and loss of creativity."
"Apart from this intense euphoria, all other emotions are suppressed by the implants."
As he spoke, Wen Xishu quickly cut open the woman and man's arms and efficiently removed the implants.
Although quick, the operation still woke the man and woman in pain.
The woman wanted to scream in terror; she had never felt so frightened, her life had never been so out of control.
But inexplicably, there was a strange sense of euphoria.
Of course, this sensation was very tiny, almost undetectable amidst the overwhelming terror.
Wen Xishu immediately covered her mouth.
"Be quiet."
[Help! Help! Help!] Finally, he saw the barrage.
Wen Xishu was delighted.
He looked at the man and woman and said:
"I have already removed your Behavioral Code Manuals. Next, you better think seriously about my questions in this state of fear."
"All your shows and works praise order. I want to know what the most out-of-control thing in this world is."
Such a forbidden topic pushed the fear to its peak.
Wen Xishu did not even need to be violent; merely asking this question made people sense his abnormality or rather, his lack of control.
But some things, unspoken, will still be thought of in the mind.
The mental barrage allowed Wen Xishu to see the answer.
Interestingly, both had the same answer.
[He's here for that incident! This damned lunatic! Someone actually dares to investigate that thing!]
Horn couldn't see the barrage, but he saw Wen Xishu extend his hand toward the top of their heads.
Under a mix of emotions, a vast number of memories began to emerge in visual form.
Soon, Wen Xishu obtained all this information.
Horn could tell from Wen Xishu's expression that he was somewhat astonished. But soon, Wen Xishu's expression reverted to normal.