episode 46
Of course, you can't take off your clothes.
The pinhole camera was also clipped to his waist.
"Is this never going to end?"
He Xun, an experienced undercover agent, instantly turned cold: "You dragged me to this godforsaken place, confiscated my phone, and now you want me to take off my clothes? Are you fucking messing with me or do you look down on me?"
"That's a serious statement. We're just following the rules, Soren. I hope you can understand," Huo Liang interjected to smooth things over.
"Follow the rules?" He Xun sneered impatiently. "The rules are taking my clothes off?"
He suddenly took two steps forward and stood between Chen and Huo.
He was tall, with a gloomy face and an overbearing aura. Huo Liang and Chen Guangling subconsciously took two steps back when they saw his face. After realizing what they had done, they stopped with unpleasant expressions.
He Xun let out a snort, his dark eyes flashing, and suddenly said meaningfully, "I say, brothers, is making me take off my clothes in a manor in the middle of nowhere your so-called rule... or do you have your own selfish motives?"
"this..."
Heaven and earth can bear witness that Chen Guangling really didn't have any selfish motives this time. It was purely because the higher-ups had been cracking down hard lately, and he wanted to be on the safe side. Besides, the check before entering the door was just a routine procedure. But now, after this young master said that, it really seemed like they had some unspeakable intentions towards him.
"Forget it, I'm not worthy of your 'treasure land'." Seeing that the two remained silent, He Xun looked at Huo Liang with a dark face. "Give me back my phone. Don't bother bringing it back. I'll just have my bodyguards come and pick me up."
Seeing that He Xun's angry expression seemed genuine, Huo Liang, who had been quietly observing, finally jumped out.
"Alright, alright, Lao Chen, just give in and do a quick search. After all, we're acquaintances with Soren."
He put his arm around He Xun's shoulder reassuringly and gestured with his chin toward Chen Guangling: "I'll be your guarantor. Soren is trustworthy."
Chen Guangling nodded, as if he were really doing it reluctantly, as if he had opened a huge back door for He Xun: "Alright then, for the sake of our Soren, I wouldn't let anyone else in."
He Xun chuckled lightly. Did he really think he couldn't see through their back-and-forth banter?
He pretended not to know what they were thinking, putting on an arrogant yet naive look: "Brothers, I'm not afraid of taking off my clothes, but what Brother Chen just said was a bit too insulting, wasn't it? Isn't it obvious that he doesn't trust me? If he doesn't trust me, why did he ask me to do it?"
Upon hearing this, Huo Liang quickly smiled and reassured him, but inwardly thought that as expected of a rich family's child, he was indeed spoiled.
But that's exactly the kind of person they like.
Rich and brainless, who wouldn't like that?
Chen Guangling then took the opportunity to touch He Xun's waist.
He Xun dodged away with a cold face, like a cat with its fur standing on end: "I don't need you, I'll do it myself."
Fearing they might really anger them, Huo Liang and Chen Guangling didn't press the matter any further.
However, the two men's eyes were fixed on He Xun's body without blinking, revealing the eyes of a carnivore aiming at its prey, greedy and lustful.
He Xun had no doubt that if these two people knew he was just an ordinary kid, they might just rush up and rip off his clothes.
In that case, we should really be grateful for our status as capitalists.
He curled his lips mockingly, and his long, slender, white hand slowly moved to his waist, groping upwards.
To make it easier to place the hidden camera, he wore a light purple cotton hoodie tonight, with a hole cut out inside, where the hidden camera was clipped.
He grabbed the fabric around his waist, and after finding something hard, he lifted it up with confidence, revealing his supple waist and abdomen: "See? There's nothing there. My hoodie doesn't even have pockets."
After the demonstration, he lowered his shirt and casually reached into his pocket, where he found only a pen.
Huo Liang forcibly pulled that slender, snow-white waist from his mind and teased, "Why do you always carry a pen with you? Do you like studying that much?"
That's definitely not a fountain pen.
It was actually a miniature walkie-talkie disguised as a pen.
He Xun had long since perfected his persona as a playboy.
He tossed the black fountain pen back and forth, and said coldly, "Ever since I returned to China, my dad has been calling me to the company from time to time to learn how to manage the business. Sometimes I need to sign documents, and there are many places where I need to use a pen, so I carry one with me to avoid trouble."
He paused at just the right moment, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What, you even have to hand this over? I'm telling you, you're being far too cautious."
Huo Liang ignored his sarcasm and simply said tactfully, "Soren, listen to me, don't make things difficult for us."
"...Tsk."
The walkie-talkie being taken away was something He Xun had expected.
After all, even the most inconspicuous thing can't be completely hidden, and these days it's already quite difficult to disguise it as a fountain pen.
The main purpose of the walkie-talkie was to communicate with teammates. To put it bluntly, it was for sending messages when he was in danger. In his mind, his personal safety was far less important than the pinhole camera and voice recorder that could record evidence. If it weren't for Song Liuguang and Su Yaojia, he wouldn't have brought such a thing at all.
Being alone is the most convenient and efficient way.
Living is convenient, dying is even more convenient.
If he considers the hidden camera and the voice recorder to be the most important things, then even if he dies, the evidence will remain.
This is his philosophy of infiltration.
Otherwise, what's the point of just people surviving?
What's the point of not exposing those dark things that challenge worldly ethics to the public, and not letting the masses living in illusions know the true face of this world?
Let the public know that this world is not beautiful, not perfect, not warm, not friendly and helpful, and that no one should try to live by deceiving themselves.
Isn't this the mission of an undercover agent?
Everyone who goes undercover in enemy territory should be prepared to die.
He thought about it with an almost cruel, obsessive intensity.
But he understands that not everyone is as sick as him, which is why he is willing to act alone.
Why not do it so as not to burden others?
But he has teammates now.
So despite this, he will still try his best to fight for it now.
He would try to secure an opportunity to get the walkie-talkie back later—or rather, even if the walkie-talkie was taken away, it had to remain within his sight.
He also briefly thought about Mo Shilin, wondering how Mo Shilin would react if he died, and whether he would be sad.
Thinking about it, he felt a little regretful. He hadn't told the other person everything yet. He thought that Mo Shilin would definitely blame him for not being sincere in front of the tombstone.
But then he thought, even if Mo Shilin blamed him, he could still say something. "Mo Shilin, aren't you just pretending not to know? You clearly know I'm not as simple as I seem, yet you never ask anything, you just indulge me, giving me whatever you want unconditionally..."
"Have you thought it through, Soren?" Huo Liang asked him.
"Fine, we've been through most of the night, and we're already here, so I'm too lazy to argue with you anymore. You can have the pen, but it has to be kept where I can see it. It's a gift from my mom to me when I came back to China; she had it custom-made."
He Xun crossed his arms and lifted his eyelids slightly: "You'll compensate me if I lose it?"
When an individual receives truthful information first, the brain automatically reduces its vigilance towards the source of the information, forming a trust inertia. If false information is suddenly inserted at this time, the other party will find it difficult to immediately initiate a questioning mechanism because their cognitive resources have already been consumed.
This phenomenon of "building trust with the truth first, and then deceiving" is known as the trust exploitation strategy in the fields of psychology and sociology.
Thanks to Mo Shilin's generous investment, He Xun's outfit at the club last night naturally fooled Chen and Huo. After all, it was a genuine designer brand. In other words, He Xun was wearing several houses on his body, plus a luxury car worth millions.
Now that he says this seemingly ordinary fountain pen is custom-made, the two men naturally have no doubts whatsoever.
Huo Liang smiled and said, "Of course, how about this, Soren, you can take the pen in yourself. As long as you don't carry it with you, you can leave it anywhere you like, okay?"
"That's more like it."
He Xun curled his lips into a smile. "Then please lead the way, you two."
*
The hall was empty, rather than spacious, with dim lighting, except for a black marble-textured curved table in the center.
On the table were a computer, several books, a barcode printer, and an ID card reader.
It's like a device used to sell admission tickets in a museum.
He Xun guessed that the hall was just a front, most likely used to pass official inspections.
The real secret lies upstairs.
Sure enough, Huo Liang and Chen Guangling didn't stop for a second in the lobby, and led He Xun straight up the stairs.
The seemingly endless staircase is in a European retro style, with marble-textured steps and wrought iron carved handrails. Purple velvet carpets are also laid on the steps, so you can walk on them like a cat without making a sound.
Despite the utter silence, He Xun's heart pounded faster with each step he took up a flight of stairs.
Bang--
Bang--
Bang--
His years of experience as a journalist told him that what he was about to witness might greatly surprise him.
Stepping onto the last step, He Xun stood still, with the ceiling above him.
They had clearly reached the top floor, and looking down while holding onto the carved handles, they had a dizzying illusion of standing at the top of the world.
Faint, suggestive sounds and panting could be heard emanating from the enclosed room.
And, hoarse cries.
He Xun suppressed the urge to frown, clenched his fists slightly, and quietly wiped away the sweat from his palms.
Huo Liang and Chen Guangling did not lead him into any of those rooms, but instead led him directly to the far end of the room, which had a combination lock.
The password was entered skillfully.
Click—
The door slowly opened, and he followed it inside.
But the next second, He Xun seemed to be suddenly struck by lightning and froze on the spot!
Because he witnessed the most horrifying, intriguing, unforgettable, shocking, and infuriating sight of his life.
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