Chapter 80 The past is too painful to look back on

"...Is this, taking action?" Coris was silent for a long time, until Nuhra pressed the cotton ball soaked in medicine on the bruise on his ribs, bringing a slight chill and pain.

"Well, some people can't sit still and want to run away." Nuhra said succinctly, "In fact, the evidence we have now is enough to convict them, but your majesty means that no one can be let go." According to Clarence and Amiya, they not only want to find out the cancer in the empire's political system, but also want to completely solve the problem of the Ruilei Division and suppress the smuggling activities of the pirates.

"What have you found out now?" Chris asked tentatively. He didn't know whether he had the right to know about this issue.

"The Imperial nobility invested in a medical group and accidentally developed a special drug called 'Relex'. They exaggerated its efficacy, causing the drug to flood the market..." Nuhra described the current transaction chain to Chris in the simplest terms.

The pirates sensed a business opportunity and negotiated a partnership with these people, providing them with raw materials and receiving some medicine and money as compensation.

"This is just the picture we've pieced together from the evidence we have so far," Nuhra said, motioning for Corris to open his mouth and check for blood. "The most important evidence is probably on the black market in the capital."

"We haven't taken action yet because we don't want to alert them too early," Nuhra sighed, a rare look of fatigue on his face. "According to the plan, once the black marketeers are about to destroy the evidence and escape, the spies inside will join us and capture them all."

"So the capital planet's black market is the core of the criminal chain?" After an examination, there were no major bleeding spots or obvious wounds in Kris's mouth. A few medicated powders and anti-inflammatory medications would be fine... He was finally able to speak properly and raise the point he didn't understand. "How dare you do such a treasonous thing right in front of the emperor?"

Nuhra let out a mocking smile. "With the protection of the Capital Planet, we're naturally fearless. Furthermore, a senior researcher from the medical group involved has returned to the Capital Planet for unknown reasons. This black market base here is even more important and cannot be abandoned."

"Who is this senior researcher?" Kris felt something and looked at Nuh.

"Your family doctor, Ji Keming." Nuhra turned and placed the tweezers back on the tray. "During the cleanup operation, the Tenth Army discovered the drug experiment records of the Scientific Continuation Institute branch, as well as Ming's communication records."

Chris had suspected something was wrong with Ji Keming from the start, and now that his suspicions were confirmed, he wasn't overly surprised. "So, my parents probably won't be able to escape this time," Chris sneered.

People often say that even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but the Narr couple allowed their only son to be used as a guinea pig in human experiments, and they would do everything they could to send their son to someone else's bed in order to climb up the social ladder... They were able to do all these things, so it was expected that such an ending would happen.

Chris was silent for a long time, then spoke again: "When do I need to cooperate with the investigation?" As an immediate family member, Chris knew that he would inevitably be affected, and now he was surprisingly calm.

"Maybe in these two days." The interrogation was carried out by the Royal Guard and the Military Inspection Department, and Nuhra could not fully understand the information.

Hearing this, Chris felt a headache coming on. He put his hands over his forehead and eyes, sighing helplessly. This wasn't what he cared about most: "So, when does the operation begin?"

Nuhra was very clear about this: "Within three days." Chris still remembered Nuhra telling him that they would take action when the insider informed the black market to destroy the evidence and escape. Now that the time has been decided, it must be that the black market can no longer sit still.

Nuhra applied medicine to all visible wounds on Corris's body, but he was still worried and warned him, "Let's go to the base hospital to ask Lovi for a checkup. If there are any internal injuries, it will be troublesome."

Chris agreed reluctantly. He didn't dare to go see his attending physician in this state. He would definitely be scolded by the bad-tempered Lovey... Thinking of this, Chris couldn't help but shudder.

Nuhra had always been ruthless when it came to matters concerning Kris's health. If Kris didn't come looking for him, he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve: "Okay, then I'll just ask Lovi to come pick you up?"

"No, no, no, I'm going now, right now!" Corris was terrified. If he really called Lovey over, he would only end up in a more miserable state... Nuhra was amused by his fearful look and decided not to scare him any further. "Okay, I'll go with you. I have something to discuss with Lovey."

Chris breathed a sigh of relief, sat up straight on the sofa, and put on the clothes he had taken off when applying the medicine. However, the stickiness of mud and sweat on his body would not go away for a while, so he planned to wipe his body and change his clothes first.

Kris knew he couldn't stay in Nuhra's office for too long, lest someone find fault with him and confirm their special relationship. Seeing Kris leave, Nuhra didn't say anything. After all, in the Seventh Army, their relationship was limited to that of superior and subordinate.

Chris dressed neatly and tiptoed out of Nuhra's office. He looked carefully to make sure there was no one around, then walked towards the shower room on this floor.

Because Chris had just applied medicine, he did not take a shower directly. Instead, he wet his body with a towel, changed into clothes, and combed his hair again, looking like he had restored the appearance of an officer.

He moved quickly, emerging from the bathroom moments later and calmly walking back to his desk. Chris took advantage of his free time to tackle the pile of tasks. After a while, Nuhra finally emerged from her office and called out, "Chris, come with me to the base hospital."

Kris stood up silently, casually tidied his desk, and followed Nuhra. As they walked out of the military building, many people gave Nuhra a simple salute, and their attitude towards Kris became even more polite, smiling and nodding at him. Following Nuhra, Kris, experiencing a rare opportunity to bully others, nodded in greeting.

Outside the building, the internal shuttle was already ready. Kris stood respectfully aside, waiting for Nuhra to board before moving to the front row and taking his seat. Although Kris was a newcomer on his first day, his performance so far was considered good by many—no mistakes, no accomplishments, and he had also cleverly countered provocations from others... It was a good start.

If you walk to the base hospital, it may take twenty minutes, but if you take the shuttle bus, Chris has to get off the bus before he even gets comfortable and wait for Nuhra's instructions.

They kept a fixed distance as they entered the Seventh Army Base Hospital. Besides being stationed at the First Army Hospital on the Capital Planet, Lowe would occasionally return to the base to see patients. However, his visits had increased recently, and both his frequency and length of stay had increased. Kris boldly speculated that Lowe was trying to contain Louis.

Chris only dared to think about these things in his heart. If he really met Lowe, he would definitely not tell anyone about it... But Chris was forced to witness the love-hate relationship between Louis and Lowe countless times during his hospitalization. It was difficult for him not to care about the relationship between these two seniors.

Nuhra skillfully led Corris to Lowe's office and politely rang the doorbell. Lowe inside immediately shouted, "Who is it?"

"It's me." Nuhra's voice was steady. Lovi inside was silent for a moment before he responded in a muffled voice: "...Come in!"

When Corris heard Lovey's tone, he immediately felt that something was wrong. Lovey was definitely in a bad mood right now, and it seemed that he was bound to be scolded by Corris.

Nuhra walked steadily and calmly dealt with Lowe, who was clearly still angry: "Who offended you again?"

Lowe snorted coldly: "It's better not to mention that certain blockhead!" He cursed viciously. Everyone present knew that he was talking about Louis, but no one dared to point it out, so they had to maintain a strange silence.

He finally calmed down and caught a glimpse of Corris following Nuhra. He raised his flamboyant almond-shaped eyes and raised an eyebrow at Corris: "Hey, you're in the Seventh Army?"

Corris smiled silently, trying to minimize his presence. Lovi didn't notice that Corris was injured for the time being, and turned to ask Nuhra in confusion: "Nothing, what are you doing here?"

"I'd like to discuss medical care with you before the operation in a few days." Nuhra answered Lovi's question flawlessly, and Lovi nodded suspiciously. Before Chris could breathe a sigh of relief, Nuhra's next words instantly made him nervous: "Also, I'd like you to give Chris a full body checkup."

"Check what?" As expected, Lovi's brows furrowed, and his tone became much higher: "Chris, you didn't get hurt again, did you?!"

Every patient who has awe for doctors will feel guilty when he or she appears in front of his or her attending physician again due to injury a few days after being discharged from the hospital. Chris is no exception.

Nuhra felt distressed but also gloated... Almost everyone in the Seventh Army had been severely scolded by Lovey. They loved and feared this skilled doctor, and now it was finally Chris's turn.

Courris was caught off guard by being called out, and he could only smile at the rekindled anger of Lowe. Unfortunately, Lowe didn't buy it and pointed at the medical examination equipment mercilessly: "Lie down on it right now!"

Kris quickly laid down on the examination bed and was slowly pushed into the equipment for the examination. Nuhra shook her head helplessly and took the initiative to talk about business, distracting Lovi. "Have the medical teams been divided? We'll be on combat readiness soon."

"Hmph, it's already been prepared." Luo Wei irritably untied his loose hair and combed it back into a high ponytail. "The inspection certificate, the emergency team, the epidemic prevention team... are all ready. We can set off at the first command."

"During the operation, you just need to stay in the on-site command center." Nuhra did not discuss with Lovey, but informed him directly.

Lovi paused, then gave a cold response without commenting. He had known Nuhra for over a decade and knew exactly when to disagree and when to follow his orders. Even though Lovi was reluctant, he had no choice but to obey Nuhra's orders.

In Nuhra's mind, Lowe and Louis were not only his subordinates, but also his long-time friends. He had been a full participant in their rivalry throughout. He still wanted to say a few words: "I know you want to work with Louis's special operations team, but their mission is the most dangerous. If you go, Louis will definitely have to pay attention to you and protect you, which will only make it more dangerous for him."

Lowe was simply momentarily frustrated and hadn't thought things through. Once Nuhra clarified things, he gradually calmed down, but remained silent. Nuhra considerately remained silent until Lowe, with a wry smile, said bleakly, "Perhaps he really doesn't want to be associated with me anymore... After this matter is resolved, I'll apply for a base outside the capital. You should ask him to come back."

Nuhra was at a loss for words. In his eyes, the two of them were just awkward, but they weren't destined to be enemies forever. He continued to patiently persuade the depressed Lovi, "You and Louis are the same. You overthink things every day, but you don't say them out loud. Don't even think about being transferred here and there... Louis was only transferred here to be my adjutant because he was seriously injured on a mission a few years ago. Now that he's recovered, it's only natural for him to return to his original team."

"No matter how he's transferred, he'll always follow me," Nuhra said, putting it bluntly, wanting Luo Wei to see the truth for himself. "If you really run away in anger, then we'll never see each other again."

"And don't worry, Louis cares about you too," Nuhra glanced at Lowe, who sat blankly in his seat, with a look of disappointment. "He specifically asked me to keep an eye on you, worried that you might run around and get into danger."

After hearing Nuhra's words, Lowe's lifeless eyes finally regained some light. He seemed to see hope again, and his motivation was rekindled. As Corris's examination was about to end, Lowe took the opportunity to thank Nuhra: "Thanks, boss... I didn't expect that you would become so humane under the nourishment of love."

Lowe's thanks were sincere, but not particularly pleasant to the ear. Nuhra remained calm, unconcerned with Lowe's words: "It's only right to reciprocate. You helped me last time, so it's only right and proper for me."

The examination bed on which Chris was lying slowly pulled out of the machine. Lovi stood up and prepared to check it out. When he passed by Nuhra, he did not forget to give him a friendly elbow.

Although he was in a much better mood, he was not so friendly to Chris, who was back in the hospital for the second time. "Please give me a convincing reason, Adjutant Chris. Otherwise, I really don't understand why someone would show up injured on his first day at work."

Chris was lying peacefully on the bed with his eyes closed, but when Lovi approached, he opened his eyes pitifully and began to complain.

Chris was indeed the victim in this incident. After hearing Chris's explanation, he wasn't so angry anymore: "No internal injuries, just apply some medicine for the external injuries... Have those people taken care of it?"

"Well, it has been handled according to regulations." Nuhra added.

Lovi insisted on not missing any issues and checked carefully again. Only after confirming that there was no problem did he send Nuhra and Corris away together: "Okay, if there is nothing else, please don't get in my way."

Chris knew when to stop and thanked Lovey repeatedly, but the hypocritical Lovey pushed him out of the office.

Nuhra said softly with a faint smile on her face, "Let's go back to the office." In fact, Nuhra had no business to talk about this time. She just wanted to find a reason to accompany Chris to the examination.

A thought struck Kris, and he lowered his head slightly, following Nuhra. The shuttle bus they had taken to get here was parked in front of the base hospital. People kept passing by, and when they saw Nuhra, they greeted her again. Kris had gradually become accustomed to this routine.

Nuhra simply raised his hand to return the salute and walked forward without looking around. Chris followed closely behind him and got into the car one after another.

After getting on the shuttle bus with only the two of them, Chris relaxed a little. Just as he was about to perform his secretary duties and remind Nuhra that there was some urgent work to be dealt with, the internal terminal assigned to Chris began to buzz.

Kris subconsciously glanced back at Nuhra before answering the sudden call: "Hello, Seventh Army Headquarters."

"Excuse me, is this Sergeant Krisnar?" There was a clear male voice on the other end of the terminal, but Kris was sure that he had never known the owner of this voice.

"Yes, you are?" Corris asked cautiously.

"I'm an inspector from the Military Inspection Department," the male voice on the terminal stated directly. "We need your cooperation in investigating Lieutenant General Brunonard's misconduct. Are you available to come to the Military Headquarters for questioning?"

What Kris feared had come true. It was all within his expectations. When the inspector showed up, he remained surprisingly calm. When the inspector revealed his identity, Kris had already set the terminal to speakerphone so that Nuhra could hear the details.

Kris turned around in the front row and met Nuhra's gaze. Nuhra nodded calmly, and Kris understood what he meant. He didn't reply for a long time, and the inspector didn't rush him to answer. Kris's Adam's apple rolled under his straight collar and he said, "Okay, I'll come now."

The inspector's tone was as gentle as a spring breeze, and his voice never changed from beginning to end: "Thank you for your cooperation. The Supervision Office has sent a car to the Seventh Army to pick you up. See you later." After saying that, the other party ended the call without hesitation.

"It seems I have to go no matter what," Chris said with a self-deprecating laugh. "If I agree, the car will be a courtesy to me. If I don't agree, I'll probably be taken away by force."

Nuhra also laughed. "That's how they work. That's why the entire Imperial Army fears the people from the Inspectorate the most... But don't worry too much. We're only going there to cooperate with the investigation. As long as you're innocent, there won't be any problems."

Having said that, if someone comes to your house and wants to take you away for questioning, you will be a little nervous, but Chris was relatively calm.

After Kris ended the call, he hadn't exchanged a few words with Nuhra before returning to the office building. The shuttle bus they were riding in had just stopped when several visitors in uniform black military uniforms emerged from the corner. The insignia they wore wasn't from the Seventh Army, but something Kris had never seen before.

Nuhra glanced at the people who were approaching their vehicle step by step and said, "The efficiency of the Inspection Office is really terrifying. They're here just after I finished speaking... Let's go down and say hello." Needless to say, Chris also understood the current situation.

As instructed, Chris got out of the car first to open the door for Nuhra. The inspectors had already reached their car and didn't say anything when Chris got out. It wasn't until Chris opened the back door and Nuhra calmly stepped out that the inspectors smiled in unison and approached Nuhra.

The man in the lead extended his hand and greeted Nuhra politely: "Hello, General Nuhra, I am Inspector Bolin." As soon as Bolin spoke, Corris recognized that this man was the inspector who was communicating with him on the terminal.

Bolin shook hands with Nuhra, then turned his gaze to Corris, who was standing behind Nuhra. "Hello, Adjutant Corris, thank you for your help."

Nuhra turned sideways at the right moment and kindly brought Chris to him. "Chris is a serious worker and a disciplined person... He will cooperate with the investigation, and I hope the Supervisory Office can give a fair, just and open result." He said this purely for Bolins and his group.

Bolin smiled and nodded, then spoke to Curtis more gently, "Don't worry, Admiral, we will... Please, Curtis." Bolin made a "please" gesture, followed by two inspectors who had been silent the entire time. At this time, they stood quietly on Curtis's left and right sides, secretly restricting Curtis's movements.

Nuhra stood there and watched as Corris was taken to the inspection team's car and drove away. He then looked away and walked back to the office building alone.

The atmosphere in the car was even colder than before getting on. The inspectors standing on both sides of Corris sat in the front row after getting on the car. Next to him sat the smiling tiger Bolin who had been in charge of the negotiations from beginning to end.

No one spoke, and Chris didn't want to speak either. He leaned back casually in his chair, his brain working rapidly, anticipating one possibility after another in his mind.

To be honest, although Corris claimed that he was innocent, he was sometimes not very convinced because he had a biggest time bomb on him - a part of the original owner's memory, which Corris did not remember.

Corris can guarantee that he has not come into contact with anyone involved in the Rui Lei Si case since he traveled through time, but he cannot guarantee what role the original owner played in the case. When Sered intended to kidnap him, he said that the original owner was "Experimental Subject No. 0". What does this mean?

Lost in thought, Kris's awareness of time slowed to a crawl. He thought it hadn't been long, but in reality, he had already arrived at the military headquarters building. He'd been here several times before, but this time, the car entered the parking lot from the other side, completely unfamiliar to him… but being unfamiliar with this place was a good thing. If he were familiar with the Inspectorate, he'd probably be in jail soon.

The car stopped, and the two inspectors in the front row got out first, waiting at the door on Chris's side. Paulin said calmly, but with a gesture that brooked no refusal: "Now, please get out."

Chris looked calm on the surface. He briefly raised the corner of his mouth to Pauline, then calmly opened the door and got out of the car, just like he did every time.

The Inspectorate was actually located deep underground within the military headquarters building. Bolin and two other inspectors led him into the elevator. The military headquarters building already had an oppressive atmosphere, and the mysterious presence of the Inspectorate, deep underground, added an unspoken aura of awe and awe to that oppression.

The elevator door slowly opened. The situation in the Supervisory Office was actually not as quiet as Chris had imagined. On the contrary, it seemed to be more lively than other military agencies - members of the Supervisory Office came and went in a hurry; suspects cried and screamed like they had lost their parents... It was like a picture of all beings filled with human joy.

Pauline led Kris through the Supervisory Office, turning left and right, before finally stopping in front of a doorway in the corridor. Kris was ushered in. After he sat down, a robotic arm poured him a glass of water. Pauline handed it to Kris, saying, "Please sit here for a while. We'll talk later."

There was no room for Corris to say "no". He had no choice but to nod in agreement. After that, Pauline and the others walked out of the room.

Chris was the only one left in the room. He sipped the warm water in his cup and pondered his next move. Pauline hadn't reappeared for a long time. Chris guessed this was a psychological warfare tactic and repeatedly reminded himself to remain calm.

Kris raised his head and took a good look at the furnishings in the room, trying to divert his attention. It was then that he realized there were no sharp objects or clocks in the room. The ceiling light was a frighteningly white, blinding him the moment he looked up. He pulled out his terminal, only to discover that even its signal was blocked... Even if Kris was naive and slow-witted, he could still sense the deep suspicions the Ombudsman held towards him.

Chris's heart sank, but he didn't show it on the surface. He even asked the robotic arm to add some more water to his cup... The more times like this, the more he couldn't show his weakness.

After sitting in the room for a long time, Bolin finally arrived. He sat down across from Chris and gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I was just reorganizing the information... How about we start chatting now?"

"Of course." Chris put down the cup in his hand and tried to make his posture look more relaxed.

"Okay, let's cut to the chase." Bolin's smile faded, replaced by a scrutinizing look. "Tell me about your relationship with your father?"

Corris had already prepared a reasonable opening statement. He described in detail what he had encountered when he traveled through time. He glossed over the things he was not clear about with the excuse of amnesia. But in order to avoid appearing insincere, Corris also mentioned the "Experiment No. 0" mentioned by Sered.

The whole process was very long, and Pauline would often interrupt Curris's narration unexpectedly and repeatedly ask about a detail, confirming it over and over again. If Curris really had something wrong, Pauline would have squeezed him out long ago, but Curris did his utmost to be honest, so the polygraph program that was constantly monitoring the conversation outside the room never sounded an alarm.

"Well... I understand." Bolin's expression was solemn. He and his colleagues could not find any abnormality in Chris's behavior. Even all the information Chris claimed to have was consistent with the existing evidence - Chris was not lying, he really had forgotten a lot of things from the past.

Chris found the perfect moment to express his frustration. "I'm sorry. I've tried to remember what happened, but I haven't been able to do it. Experts say there's nothing wrong with my brain. It's more likely a trauma protection mechanism that caused me to lose this part of my memory."

Pauline, one of the lead investigators on the case, had recently been digging through a lot of information to learn more about this friendly yet distant young man. Besides his curiosity about him as someone connected to the case, he also felt sympathy for his past.

Poor young man, he has even forgotten what he has experienced... Who can tell whether this is a blessing or a curse?

Everything that needed to be said had been said. After today's conversation, the Supervisory Office had ruled out Chris's suspicion by 99%. Paulindo asked other less important questions for a while, and Chris tried his best to answer them.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Today's conversation ends here... You don't need to come again." Bolin finally smiled sincerely at Kris. Kris felt relieved when he heard this, but he didn't intend to go back empty-handed. He took the initiative to ask, "Inspector Bolin, have you found out anything about me...in the past?"

Paulin said nothing, but the look of pity and judgment he gave Kress said it all. In response to Kress's question, Paulin chose to answer cautiously, "We do have some evidence."

Chris was too lazy to beat around the bush and made his request directly: "Can I apply to see a part of it? I just want to know what I went through before?" Chris's acting skills tended to be perfect, and loneliness and fear were intertwined on his childish face.

During the conversation, Paulin had been wearing invisible headphones to connect with his colleagues in the evaluation room who were paying close attention to the conversation. After Kress's request was made, the evaluation room seemed to be discussing whether to agree to Kress's request.

Corris was no longer anxious. He had cleared his suspicion and wanted to gain something from this. After a while, Pauline said, "Okay, but you have to agree to one condition."

Chris said generously, "Please tell me." As long as it wasn't excessive, Chris was happy to trade with them.

"Your father, Brunonar wants to see you." Paulin said, observing Corris's expression.

Hearing this, Corus sat up straight, his eyes lowered, as if he had heard something extremely difficult. He pondered for a moment and agreed to Bolin's proposal.

"Do you want to see the evidence first, or go see Brunonar first?" Bolindi gave the choice to Coris.

If it weren't for the chance to see the evidence, Chris didn't want to have anything to do with Old Nar anymore. He rubbed his temples wearily and said coldly, "I want to see the evidence first. Could you please arrange it for me? Thank you."

Bolin nodded, tapped and scribbled on the terminal in front of him, switching it to holographic projection mode. The first document was an experimental report numbered "001".

Chris stared intently at the report, which described the symptoms of "Subject Zero" after taking the drug, specifically hyperactivity, mania, and aggressiveness. The most striking feature was that the subject's physical fitness improved significantly after taking the drug, but the effect didn't last long. His physical stats plummeted, and he was at one point on the verge of death... Besides the written report, there were also some photos.

At the end of the experimental report was a name that Curris would never forget: Jimming.

Chris's face was as cold as ice. He clenched one hand into a fist, trying his best to suppress his anger, while with the other hand he slid the holographic screen and continued to look through the information.

There were also some intermittent experimental reports afterwards, from which Chris roughly understood how the Relei Company was iteratively upgraded... There was more than one experimental subject in the Institute of Scientific Continuation, but the reason why Chris was regarded as "Experimental Subject Zero" was because he was the only one who survived the 001 experiment.

Chris read for a long time, unknowingly reaching the last page, a surveillance video clip. The camera was pointed directly at the restraint bed in the center of the room. Several tightly wrapped individuals entered the room, escorted by security guards armed with tranquilizer guns.

Kris could tell immediately that the person strapped to the bed, unable to move, was himself—or rather, the original owner. The person closest to the original owner took a syringe filled with medicine from a nearby tray and injected Kris, who lay on the bed.

The moment the injection was completed, Kris's eyes, originally tightly closed, suddenly opened and let out a terrifying howl, followed by a violent struggle... The researcher responsible for the injection, Jim Ming, spoke up. "Please look at the monitoring data here. His heart, lungs, and adrenaline levels have all shown significant changes. The grip strength meter also shows an increase in strength... Ladies and gentlemen, this is a new breakthrough for us."

"Very good. Speed ​​up the improvement and reduce the side effects, then we can package Relevantin as various medical and health products and sell them legally in the enemy country." An elderly girl was the first to express her admiration. Chris also noticed that there was a noticeably thin figure among them.

The unconscious Chris couldn't control his strength during the struggle, leaving blood marks on his body, but everyone present turned a blind eye to it.

Then came the voice of another middle-aged man: "We have to thank Director Ming for all his efforts in improving the efficacy of the medicine... Oh, I forgot about Lieutenant General Nar. He is truly a ruthless achiever. Even his own son is willing to devote himself to our cause."

Hearing someone mention Old Nar, Chris paid even more attention to the situation. Someone in the picture waved his hand in a humble manner, and the next moment he opened his mouth was Old Nar's voice: "I never expected this son of mine to be able to do anything. He looks sickly all day long. I handed him over to Director Ming with the intention of reforming him, but I never expected that there would be such an unexpected surprise as Rui Leisi. I must support Director Ming's workers even more." The surveillance video ended here. This is also the evidence about him currently controlled by the Supervision Department.

No one spoke in the room for a while. Bolin was worried that Chris had not recovered from the shock yet, so he consciously left some space for Chris to recover.

And Chris himself was surprisingly calm. He suddenly remembered the news report he heard that day. It was rare that the joint statement mentioned several people who had been taken under investigation?

Chris asked this question directly. Bolin was shocked by his rational behavior, but still nodded and agreed with Chris's idea.

He still remembered that he had promised Paulin to meet old Nar. He sat depressed for a while, drank a few glasses of warm water, and finally tried to cheer up and let Paulin lead the way.

Chris has endured wave after wave of mental shock today.

I want to finish this quickly and go back to sort out my thoughts. I don't want to stay here any longer.

Compared to the conversation room where Corris was, Old Nar was deeper in the Supervisory Office. Bolin even took him on another elevator ride, which stopped at an unknown number of floors underground.

"The length of this meeting is up to you. Once you are unwilling to continue the conversation, we will end it immediately." Bolin witnessed the whole process of Chris learning the truth. He was amazed by his calmness and became more respectful to Chris.

Kris was far from calm, even though, strictly speaking, he wasn't the one suffering. But just now, Kris had caught a glimpse of the original owner's fleeting despair in the surveillance footage, and a wave of empathy surged through him... Kris realized that he had long since absorbed the identity of "Kris," which was why he could sense the original owner's pain and felt anger on his behalf.

"We're here." Paulin opened the door and asked Chris to go in first, and he followed him into the house.

This is a special meeting room, divided into wide sides by a thick wall, and there is a double-sided glass in the middle of the wall so that people on both sides of the wall can see each other.

The original owner's father, once an imperial admiral and now a prisoner, Brunonar, dressed in gray prison clothes and with a numb face, sat behind the glass, looking at his son whom he had not seen for a long time.

At the same time, Kris was also looking at the "father" in front of him. He had aged a lot, with gray hair and a hunched body... Looking at old Nar like this, Kris couldn't compare him to the energetic feudal patriarch when he just crossed over.

Corris didn't know what to say. He didn't have much to say. The soul that had traveled through time didn't consider Old Nar a father, and the original owner who had been sent as an experimental subject probably wouldn't have recognized him as a father either.

Old Nar stared at Kris for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice, "You've always wanted to get rid of us, and you finally won. Are you satisfied? You've finally destroyed our family!"

Even now, old Nar still doesn't repent and blames his inevitable failure on his son's "betrayal". Chris just finds it funny.

Old Nar was handcuffed and shackled tightly to a chair, not allowed to move at all. He was glaring at Curris, looking very funny.

In stark contrast, Chris crossed his legs comfortably on the soft sofa, saying disdainfully, "If you do bad things, they will eventually be exposed. Please respect the objective laws of the development of things and don't blame others. Reform yourself well in prison for the rest of your life. At worst, you can be reincarnated and start a new life."

Old Nar was truly humiliated by Kris's merciless taunts. He flew into a rage, cursing, "We in the Nar family don't have a son like you! I don't have a son like you! If I had known you and that bastard Nuhra could cause so much trouble, I should have found a way to kill you!"

Corris ignored Old Nar's useless threats and said, "Old man, you better speak carefully. Be careful not to say too much and make more mistakes, which will only make your crime worse."

"As for the surname Nar, and your so-called family... I wish I could just disappear." Coris raised his eyes lazily, his eyes filled with naked hatred and growing anger.

Old Nar was already at the end of his rope. Meeting Kress's fierce gaze, he couldn't help but flinch. As if a sudden inspiration had struck him, he shouted, "You're not Kress... You're not Kress! He never dared to speak to me like that. Who are you? Who the hell are you? Why did you borrow Kress's identity to harm us? Are you a spy sent by that damned emperor?"

When Kris first heard Old Nar shout "You are not Kris", he was really worried that he might have found evidence of his own time travel, but it turned out to be just Old Nar's crazy talk.

Old Nar struggled violently in his seat, forcing the security guard standing in the corner to restrain him. Looking at the scene before him, Kris recalled the surveillance footage of the original owner, tied to a restraint bed and left to his own devices. Confusedly, he asked Kris, who he didn't know was still alive, "Does this count as revenge?"

Old Nar was so irritated that he kept muttering, "If we find Kris, we'll win. Find Kris, go find him! You're dead, dead... It's not over yet, it's not over yet..."

Corris heard it clearly on the other side of the wall. He curled his lips in sarcasm. This old man kept talking about his son when he was dying, without any family affection in his heart. He still wanted to use his own son to the end.

He had seen enough of the show and there was no point in staying here any longer. He stood up, turned his back to Bolin, and said calmly, "Excuse me, I want to end the meeting."

Even if Chris didn't say it, Bolin felt annoyed looking at the crazy old Nar and was ready to persuade Chris to end the meeting... Fortunately, Chris said it himself first.

"Thank you for your cooperation today. I'll see you off." Bolin led Kris out of the meeting room and continued along the original path, leading Kris away from the Supervisory Office. As they were about to leave the Supervisory Office, Kris asked, "How is Katherine Nair now?"

Pauline spoke frankly, "She told me everything she knew, but since Katherine Nall is also highly involved in the case, the final verdict might not be very good. Do you want to meet her?"

"No, thank you." Chris immediately rejected Pauline's kindness. He just suddenly remembered this person and expressed his concern.

"Okay, I understand." Bolin tactfully did not mention the matter and continued to walk in front to lead the way.

It took quite some time for Corris to return to the ground after being away for hours. It was still afternoon when he was brought from the military headquarters, and when he left, it was already completely dark, with scattered stars dotting the night sky.

"Do you need me to arrange a car to take you away?" Bolin asked with concern.

"Thank you, I don't think I need it anymore." Bolin looked at the profile of Corris and could only see a light smile on his face.

Following Corris's gaze, there was a dark, low-key car with floating windows parked in the distance. The back seat window was open, and it turned out to be Nuhra!

Nuhra got out of the car, carrying a black bicorn fur coat on her arm. She walked up to Corris and said in a slightly intimate tone, "Good evening. I'm here to pick up my adjutant after get off work."

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Author's words: It is expected to be completed on 10.3/10.4, and there is a lucky draw. Everyone is welcome to participate [Starry Eyes]

I don’t know how many of you are still reading my article. I sincerely thank you all for your support. I’ll save the sentimental words for the end!