Chapter 132 Her Value

"Miss Xin, what is your birth date and time?"

Mr. Zhen sat upright on a sofa in the coffee shop, quietly watching the woman in the distance, his eyes revealing an inorganic indifference.

Before Xin Que could refuse, he spoke up, "It's normal that the lower classes in the lower city rarely know their own birthdays."

"However, we generally use the date when a person of lower status enters the employer's household as their legal birthdate."

The man remained composed, but the scene in the coffee shop seemed frozen in time, everything still.

Including Ji Mingchuan.

Then, the background music in the coffee shop abruptly changed to violin music.

The similar melody immediately reminded Xin Que of Vivaldi, as mentioned by Luo Wenyong.

That strange feeling she had sensed in Luo Wenyong surged into her mind once again, tearing at her thoughts.

"It seems you still retain this muscle memory." Mr. Zhen slowly stood up, the bracelet in his hand hanging down to his knees, making a dull clinking sound.

"Miss Xin, aren't you curious about what this string music represents, and what memory it symbolizes for you?"

Xin Que felt as if his limbs were filled with lead, growing heavier and heavier until his legs were firmly rooted to the spot, and he could not move them at all.

This person's ability...is to control her through language?

“You won’t refuse,” Mr. Zhen said as he walked slowly toward her, the bracelet on his wrist making a few tinkling sounds with each step. “A drowning person on the verge of death…won’t refuse any straw they can grasp.”

The man slowly raised his other free hand in front of her, and a small jade tablet-shaped chip appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Memories suddenly exploded in Xin Que's brain.

"Uh..." Xin Que stiffly covered her forehead with her hand, the pain from her limbs almost dragging her down to hell.

familiar.

That was her only feeling.

Even this pain is all too familiar.

yes……

It was affected by the blast wave...

Xin Que slowly lowered her hand from her forehead.

Before her was the office she would never forget, even if it were burned to ashes.

The sofa chair that Mr. Zhen sat in has been transformed into a very luxurious European-style single sofa with a black and gold color scheme.

Mr. Zhen's face gradually changed, and then, a few pieces of garbled text flashed by, and a strange man with an ethereal air appeared out of thin air on the sofa.

The man's lips moved as if he were saying something to Xin Que, but the sound of an explosion outside the window grew louder and louder. Soon, a huge fireball, with its powerful explosive force, shattered the wall, and the towering flames filled the entire field of vision.

The rubble shifted.

Xin Que raised her hand to brush away the shards of glass and rubble that were pressing down on her head and body, and stood up from the ruins.

A familiar, cold piece of equipment pressed against the back of my head.

It's a gun.

Xin Que, with the gun pointed at her, slowly turned around to look at the person who was pointing the gun at her.

Xin Que's face was clearly reflected in her eyes.

She was all too familiar with the woman's uniform; her shirt was stained red with someone's blood, she didn't know.

Her expression was sinister, as if she were looking at an inanimate object, as she stared at herself.

The fire is still burning.

The woman suddenly laughed, a venomous laugh reflected in the firelight, "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth..."

She raised the gun and pointed it at the dried bloodstains on her neck, which had turned discolored. "If you dare to scheme against me... be prepared for me to come back from hell for revenge."

Xin Que saw her reflection in her eyes.

A handsome but disheveled young nobleman.

Who is she now?

"I will personally take down the Huo family members, one by one..." The woman pointed the gun at Xin Que's forehead once more, then decisively pulled the trigger, "to go to hell for a reunion."

Xin Que fell to the ground with a thud.

Mr. Zhen slowly emerged from the shadows and gestured to his men who followed behind him to take the woman's body away.

The group passed through the room engulfed in flames and returned to the coffee shop.

Ji Mingchuan's five senses had been blocked, and he stood there motionless like a puppet.

“Regulation,” Mr. Zhen said, shaking the bracelet in his hand, “has been under Xin Que’s control for so long, and you haven’t noticed at all?”

A mechanical voice echoed in the air.

[The program 'Ji Mingchuan' has been forcibly recycled. Self-check initiated.]

The test results ruled out the virus...

Mr. Zhen then looked at the pop-up window that had appeared in the air.

"Ji Mingchuan wasn't affected by the virus?" Mr. Zhen was somewhat surprised. "According to the interrogation plans she used to escape, without an insider helping her, it would have been impossible for her to have avoided the execution points so precisely on her own..."

Mr. Zhen lowered his eyes and thought for a long time. "Report to the administrator and request a system-wide self-inspection."

"Click".

The door handle was turned downwards.

"It seems the guests are all here now." Luo Wenyong sat in the main seat, leisurely looking at the group of people who pushed open the door and entered.

Luo Huayi was forced into a chair, staring in astonishment at the zombie-like man who had been brought in. "Ji Mingchuan?!"

Ji Mingchuan was pressed into his seat and remained motionless.

"Stop yelling." Luo Wenyong didn't care at all. "He's just an empty shell now."

Luo Huayi suddenly looked at Luo Wenyong, but was held down tightly by the thugs behind her. "You're not Luo Wenyong, who are you?!"

He is not a tool without self-awareness, but a "person" wearing the skin of Luo Wenyong, who has a contemptuous attitude towards everything here.

Is he the author of those storylines about controlling the world?

“This question isn’t important,” Luo Wenyong said dismissively, showing no interest in answering questions about the program. “What’s important is…”

The thugs dragging the corpse followed Mr. Zhen and slowly walked into the room.

The bracelet in Mr. Zhen's hand clinked with each step he took, like a seductive hook that drew people's attention to him.

"The person you requested has been brought." He stopped in front of Luo Wenyong, and the thugs behind him immediately dragged the corpse over.

"And the memory you specified to be implanted has also been implanted into her memory gap as instructed."

Luo Wenyong waved his hand, "Well done, King of Five Senses."

"By the way, after I leave, remember to hand over the entire map to the Sixth Hall and check it from beginning to end to see where that rat who was dealing with Xin Que is hiding."

Mr. Zhen nodded, and then his voice turned into a emotionless, mechanical tone, "Instructions have been entered."

Then, he turned and left with his men.

Luo Huayi couldn't understand what they were saying at all, but when he saw the corpse being dragged in by thugs behind Mr. Zhen, his pupils suddenly dilated.

"Xin Que?!" Luo Huayi jumped up abruptly, and the thugs behind him immediately pressed down on his shoulders.

“You…” Luo Huayi stared intently at the bullet hole between the woman’s eyebrows and the dried blood on her face.

The man could no longer see anything else. A ringing sound rang in his ears, followed by sudden silence. Then his mind went blank, as if it were about to explode.