The people next door, seeing Mu Ziyang Hui's reaction, knew An Ran had guessed correctly. They were also curious about how An Ran had guessed. Could she be a fortune teller?
Muzi Yanghui asked, everyone was puzzled: "How do you know this? Did you really guess it? How did you guess it?"
She shrugged and said, "Zhen Luonan's pulse was not right. When the doctor was trying to save him, he noticed that there were unknown drugs in his body. However, saving lives was more important, so the doctor didn't think much about it. When my husband and I went to see Zhen Luonan, I took the opportunity to take his pulse and also found that there were unknown drugs in his body.
But I wasn't saving anyone, so I overthink things. The unknown drug in his system, I think, must be the one you're researching. This drug stimulates his internal strength, which can be seen in his pulse.
His pulse is stronger than that of an average person. Of course, this alone doesn't mean anything. But when I fought Zhen Luonan, I found that his skills were average, but his explosive power was very strong, and he couldn't control it.
Yet, despite his explosive power, he wasn't uncontrolled, which suggests the drugs in his system were causing the problem. He wanted to fight me, but he couldn't. He wanted to escape the drugs in his system, but he couldn't control them. In the end, it was his willpower that triumphed over the drugs in his system. This suggests the amount of drugs in his system isn't high, or perhaps the research isn't mature yet. Alternatively, the drugs in his system are probably still in the experimental stage, otherwise I would have been the one to die.
And, most importantly, he's a corpse now, having been dead for several days. Yet, his body doesn't smell of decay, further proving that the drugs in his system are unusual. Furthermore, I found several strands of hair in your old home. I didn't think much of it at the time, but when I saw you, your hair was clearly different from the ones I found. "You probably have a lot of wigs to disguise yourself, am I right?" he said, pulling out a paper bag, opening it and placing it on the table for her to see more clearly.
I don't know what words to use to describe Muzi Yanghui's current mood. Who is this person? How can he be so meticulous! This person's intelligence and sensitivity are simply terrifying!
He sighed, "You are so terrible. If all your people were like you, we would lose even more miserably."
An Ran chuckled sarcastically and said, "Is this just analysis? Is that scary? Compared to your ruthlessness, I'm only scratching the surface. You research chemical weapons, use our people, even your own people, for experiments, and yet you call me scary just because I'm smart. But your cruelty is ten thousand times, or even countless times, scarier than mine."
After a pause, he continued, "We also have a saying, 'He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world.' It's not that you are cruel or vicious enough that you can win us. On the contrary, your failure is because you are too vicious, too cruel, and too damaging. Don't tell me about the survival of the fittest, and don't tell me that the winner is king and the loser is a bandit. This is not an excuse, and it's not how it should be understood. That's right, the survival of the fittest, the winner is king, and the loser is a bandit, but you have to use the right methods. And what about you? You don't treat people as human beings. In your eyes, people are worse than pigs and dogs. Do you think people like you can win the world? Can you win the hearts of the people? Can you achieve victory? If you, like you, can win, then all the pigs in the world will laugh."
Looking into her eyes, he continued, "Muzi Yanghui, you have been in our country for many years, right? You should have seen how our people treat others. You should have also seen our views on war and the enemy. Today, you were captured by me, and I am speaking to you so politely.
But what if I were captured by you? You know what you would do to me, even without me telling you. Just based on this, you've already lost! We should treat prisoners with courtesy and kindness, not resort to lynching. I don't quite agree with that.
Because, my philosophy is, if the enemy punches me, I'll punch him back a hundred times until he's defeated. If the enemy stabs me, I'll stab him countless times. If the enemy treats us badly, we'll retaliate in kind. Even though I don't agree, I'm obedient, so I'm speaking to you so politely.
But if I were to be captured by you, your men would immediately abuse me, right? Wouldn't you wait until you're tired of playing with me and then send me to hell? Even if you don't send me to hell, you'll still use me as a guinea pig, right?
But Muzi Yanghui, if our people treated you like this, would you really not hate them? Would you really accept it? Do you really have no regrets?
Her words stumped Muzi Yanghui. Muzi Yanghui lost herself in memories. Her daughter had been tortured to death by her own people. Was she willing to accept this? Did she not hate them? Did she have no regrets? No… no, she did hate them. She and her daughter had been abandoned here, forced to fight for their country apart, fighting with all their heart and soul.
But in the end, his daughter was not killed by the enemy, but died at the hands of her own people, ending her life in such a humiliating way.
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