In the interrogation room, Wei San sat alone. Compared to the previous week, she was obviously thinner and not in a good mental state. Her hands were placed on the table, with her wrists cuffed. She lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking.

Outside the door, Shen Tuli just received the death report of the guard. The flesh and blood in his body were almost empty. Only the infected could do this, and Wei San was the only one on the 13th floor.

"It's easy for a super 3S level infected person to kill these guards." The temporary person in charge of the First Military Region looked at Wei San in the interrogation room through the glass and said, "I will apply to the higher-ups to eliminate the threat as soon as possible and not let her grow."

"Wei San came here voluntarily. If she wanted to take action, she would have done it long ago. This matter needs further investigation." Shentu Li disagreed.

"I know that you people in District 13 love to protect your shortcomings, but since you have come to the First Military District, you have no choice."

Just as the two were arguing, Ying Xingjue walked in. As soon as he came in, the temporary person in charge stopped and said, "Xingjue, how did you get in?"

Ying Xingjue raised his eyes slightly, and at that moment, Wei San in the interrogation room seemed to have sensed something and looked up. Everyone outside the interrogation room was controlled by his perception, and all of them stood there with blank eyes.

Ying Xingjue reached out and took the death report from Shen Tuli's hand, returned it to him after reading it, and then walked into the interrogation room.

He looked at Wei San and whispered, "You didn't sleep well this week?"

Wei San didn't answer him, but looked at the mirror: "Where are the people outside? Did you use perception?"

"Four guards were sucked of blood and flesh by the black insect mist. There should be infection in the first military district..."

Ying Xingjue was interrupted by Wei San before she finished speaking: "Go out."

"There are infected people here. It's not safe. I will find an excuse to stay in the military district." Ying Xingjue pretended not to hear what she said and continued.

"I said... go out." Wei San turned his head and stared into his eyes, pausing every word.

Ying Xingjue wanted to use perception to control those people outside, so she had to release perception. As soon as he came in, Wei San felt the perception that was a mixture of disgust and temptation for her.

He didn't move, as if he was in a stalemate with Wei San.

Wei San stood up and approached Ying Xingjue at a very fast speed, and pressed her against the wall with one elbow. There was a faint black spreading in her eyes, and there were also a lot of red bloodshot. The whole person was in a tense state. She got close to him and said anxiously: "Do you think I won't attack you?"

Ying Xingjue's back hurt after being thrown against the wall by her, but he didn't pay attention to it. He just looked at her. Wei San's eyes slowly said: "...Yes."

Wei San's expression became more and more anxious, completely different from her usual appearance. She looked at Ying Xingjue and finally put down her hand: "I don't care about you, but you must make sure to press the button at the right time."

Ying Xingjue lowered her head and looked at Wei San's hand. The handcuffs seemed to be temporarily cast on her wrist with some special material. They were a little tight, and her wrist was already red.

He took out a bottle of ointment, dipped a little, held Wei San's hand, and applied it to her wrist with his fingertips.

Wei San became more and more irritable and suddenly withdrew his hand. Ying Xingjue on the opposite side was releasing his perception all the time. She longed for this power, but she still had her reason. Desire and restraint were intertwined in her mind.

"Do you want my perception?" Ying Xingjue suddenly asked her in a low voice, with a vague trace of ambiguity.

Wei San's body tensed, he took a step back, and said expressionlessly: "No need."

Ying Xingjue took a step forward, releasing a weak perception from his fingertips, and once again placed it on Wei San's wrist.

This is the power of perception. Wei San can almost instantly absorb the perception from the super 3s level commander. She froze in place, her eyes a little red from the suppression. She wanted more power, and longed for this perception from her blood, but her reason told her not to.

After a while, Wei San pulled Ying Xingjue's hand away and raised her head: "You are crazy."

Ying Xingjue had never controlled perception so carefully before. He only gave Wei San a little perception, not much.

After entering, he noticed that Wei San was different from before. She was in a state of depression, not only in her mental state, but also in her perception and body. Because he was a super 3s commander, he could detect it with his perception. Now after she absorbed his little perception, it seemed that her condition had improved.

Ying Xingjue let go of her hand and looked at Wei San steadily. "I'm sorry."

Wei San turned her neck and walked around the interrogation room anxiously, trying to calm down. She said quickly: "I have been having the same dream these past few days. A huge gray cocoon with black insect mist constantly pouring out of it. If you have time, go to the Extreme Cold Arena and take a look." After

that, she denied it herself: "You can't go like this. Your mecha is not ready yet."

Ying Xingjue looked at Wei San's appearance at the moment, his fingertips moved slightly, but he did not touch her again. He just lowered his eyes and said: "I will apply to the higher-ups to let you help us rebuild the mecha."

...

Finally, Ying Xingjue came out again, closed the door of the interrogation room, stood in front of the temporary person in charge, and withdrew his perception, as if he had just arrived.