Chapter 141 Flower in the Mirror

“King Biancheng,” Mr. Zhen frowned slightly, “have you made any breakthrough progress?”

"A breakthrough?" The young man's face was full of sarcasm. "A breakthrough is that those incompetent managers didn't cause her any real psychological damage."

Mr. Zhen "..."

Everyone else is using AI, so why are you so temperamental?

“The administrator has confirmed that she has an inside contact in the prison,” Mr. Zhen ignored the young man’s sarcasm. “Skipping her from the fifth level and dropping her directly to the sixth level is also for self-examination and to isolate her from the inside contact.”

"So far, it seems her pain linkage program with her body is functioning correctly." The young man became serious, crossing his arms in deep thought. "But she can even distinguish between torture and simulated pain..."

Mr. Zhen turned the bracelet a little faster. "So this is no pushover... He doesn't care about extreme pain at all, and he's a lonely, lowly person... He's practically a monolithic bloc."

“Ask the client,” the young man said, frowning, “does she have any subordinates or friends with whom she has a lot of interaction?”

Mr. Zhen sighed, "No, the clients' families have a habit of cultivating assassins and spies by never letting them develop any unnecessary emotional ties, lest they unite and cause an uncontrollable riot..."

"And the most difficult thing to deal with is that she knows she is a serious criminal, and whether she confesses or not, she will die anyway."

The young man clicked his tongue. "What a tough nut to crack... But for these people at the bottom of society who suffer from emotional deprivation and oppression, their weakness often lies in their emotions."

...

Xin Que slowly opened her eyes.

I am walking forward, stumbling along the path.

The road beneath my feet seemed to stretch endlessly, sometimes near, sometimes far, making it feel unreal.

It felt like a dream.

"Brother," the young man said, grabbing his wrist as if ordering someone, "I want this person. Later, have your assistant change her affiliation to mine!"

Looking up, Xin Que looked over the young man's shoulder and saw a tall man in a suit talking to someone.

Hearing the young man's voice, the man turned around and glanced at them.

Her eyes were cold and indifferent, devoid of emotion, except for a hint of tenderness when she looked at the young man, as she would towards her family. "Well, I have something to do. You go home first."

“Come on,” the young man said, pulling Xin Que’s wrist as they walked along the path in the manor. “From today onwards, you will move into the main house.”

Xin Que looked around the manor and then glanced at her wrist, which was being held.

"Young Master." The servant bowed and greeted the young man as he passed by.

The young man stopped walking only after entering the spacious and luxurious bedroom.

"Xin Que," he looked at her with a smile in his eyes, "where are your family?"

Xin Que didn't speak, but her gaze fell on the various floor-length mirrors around her.

"What," the young man said, not annoyed by her offense, "you like these antique mirrors?"

“Antique mirrors of this quality are indeed rare these days…” He leaned against the desk, following her gaze to a mirror set in a sculpted hand, in which the two figures were clearly visible.

The sculpture depicts an exotic beauty wearing a floral wreath and a veil. The woman's eyes are closed, her eyelashes are clearly defined, and she rests her hands on a full-length mirror, tilting her head slightly as she leans against the oval mirror surrounded by flowers and plants, presenting a very tranquil and serene beauty.

Whether it was Xin Que's imagination or not, when her gaze fell on the woman sculpture behind the mirror, her half-closed eyes seemed to move.

"You like this mirror?" the young man's seductive voice rang in her ears.

...

Xin Que was assigned to stay in the servants' room opposite the young man's room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the intricately patterned wallpaper for who knows how long, Xin Que's mind remained a complete blank.

who is she?

"The young master wants to see you." The maid knocked on her door, issuing her employer's instructions through the door.

Once again, I was led to stand in front of that young man. The layout of the room seemed to have changed, yet it also seemed unchanged.

Just like when I first arrived, numerous mirrors and decorative items of various styles stand in the spacious room.

An oval mirror, surrounded by sculptures of flowers and plants, stands quietly in a corner of the room.

But it seems like something is missing.

Xin Que's gaze unconsciously fell on the mirror.

What's missing?

“I brought your sister from the lower town,” the young man gestured for her to look behind him, “Are you any happier?”

Xin Que turned around and looked at the woman who had appeared at the door at some unknown time.

The woman's gauze dress swayed with her awkward movements, and the small flower-shaped earrings hanging from her ears also swayed lightly.

"Sister?" She hesitated for a moment, "Young Master Luo sent someone all the way here to pick me up..."

It was as if a switch had been flipped in Xin Que's mind, and all the information about this woman automatically flooded out.

This person is her younger sister, whom she has been separated from for many years.

She should place unconditional trust in her.

"Why are you still so wary..." the young man sighed. "Never mind, you two sisters chat, I won't be a third wheel."

Xin Que remained silent.

The young man shook his head, gesturing for the woman to take Xin Que out.

"What's wrong with you..." The woman's eyes reddened when she saw Xin Que standing there like a wooden statue, "You were fine when we left the city back then, how come you've changed so much in just a few years?"

"Is it because..." the woman cautiously glanced around, "that the Luo family has treated you badly?"

Xin Que slowly raised her hand, pointed to her mouth, and then shook her head.

"Sister," the woman took a deep breath, as if making a decision that required immense courage, "how about... I take you away?"

She lowered her voice, "We'll go back to the city. It'll be poor, but even if it's tiring, I can still support you... Don't be afraid."

A flicker of emotion crossed Xin Que's eyes as she raised her hand and wrote a few words in the woman's rough palm.

My voice is sore.

The woman stared blankly at Xin Que, her eyes growing increasingly red.

"Clatter".

A hot tear fell onto Xin Que's hand.

"What did the Luo family do to you?" The woman wiped away her tears. "Did they use you as an organ bank, and give your voice to someone else?"

Xin Que shook her head. "I don't remember."

All I remember is... being scared.

The woman's voice gradually choked up, "They're all beasts in human skin!"

"Sister," the woman hugged Xin Que tightly, her body heat seeping into Xin Que's skin through the thin fabric, her voice firm, "I'll find a way to get you out of here."

Xin Que remained silent for a long time, and finally just shook her head gently.

Don't be reckless.

The woman simply hugged her tightly.

As Xin Que was led back to her room by the servants, the tears on the woman's face disappeared along with her expression, turning into specks of data that vanished into the air.

“Mr. Luo,” the woman said respectfully to the young man who slowly emerged from the shadows, “her emotional fluctuation data has been transmitted to you in real time.”

"What's the result? Why has she been pretending to be mute?" the young man asked casually.

“There’s an 80% chance it’s the result of post-traumatic stress,” the woman’s emotionless voice rang out. “I suggest a gentle approach.”