In the monitoring room, several professors and researchers were watching everything that was happening in the solitary confinement cell.
The decision to confine Fu Jianzhi was primarily aimed at exploring his psychological state.
For a skilled pilot, losing control is absolutely intolerable, let alone what he did after losing control—it was utterly horrifying.
They planned to start by investigating Fu Jianzhi's psychological trauma to see if there were any triggers for this incident in his memory.
Naturally, they also saw Fu Jianzhi's past when she was disliked.
They initially thought that Fu Jianzhi harbored resentment and suppressed it for a long time because of these things, which eventually led to his loss of control. After all, even though he was the youngest pilot among the top ten swordsmen in the history of China, he was still just a child.
But these images only flashed by and eventually disappeared into nothingness.
Fu Jianzhi sat up straight in the surveillance footage, staring at the blank space around him.
In the solitary confinement room, the last scene shown was blank.
What is the most terrifying thing?
But the blank image remained unchanged after that, completely enveloping Fu Jianzhi.
Staring at this dazzling white for too long, Fu Jianzhi suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his temples, as if something was about to break through the depths of his memory.
In the midst of extreme pain, his pupils dilated, and he stared aimlessly at the void before him, yet he saw flickering flames.
He saw Ruan Chen with a cruel yet gleeful smile on her lips, her profile still flawlessly beautiful. She was piloting a massive warship, roaring through the empty city, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
He was right beside her, offering no resistance, as if he knew he couldn't stop her anyway. "Ruan Chen, is this what you wanted?"
The sound of the explosion drowned out the answer.
Fu Jianzhi's heart was gripped by an unprecedented fear as he watched helplessly as the warship and its owner plunged headlong into the sea of fire.
He opened his mouth weakly, but found that he didn't even have the strength to call out Ruan Chen's name.
It feels like I've lost her forever.
But what exactly is my relationship with her, and why am I feeling such immense pain and sorrow?
On the monitor screen, his heart rate soared rapidly, and all other vital signs reached extremely dangerous thresholds.
In the eyes of those researchers and professors, Fu Jianzhi collapsed helplessly to his knees in a vast expanse of white, his fingers stretching desperately forward, convulsing as if trying to grasp something.
He silently shed tears, his lips opening and closing, but no sound came out.
But the confinement room clearly showed no images; it was just blank.
The researcher, who had been intently monitoring Fu Jianzhi's physical data, said urgently, "Professor, we can't continue! He'll die if this goes on!"
"Wait a little longer!" Several professors stared intently at the blank space in the confinement room. There was clearly no image there, so why was Fu Jianzhi reacting so violently?
The blank screen began to distort and collapse, and blood seeped from Fu Jianzhi's eyes and nostrils, his physical data nearing the brink of collapse.
He seemed to realize that his current state was precarious, and with difficulty, he raised his hand to press against his temple. Surprisingly, he regained a sliver of self-awareness in this state and forcibly severed his mental network from the confinement cell.
Fu Jianzhi raised his hand to wipe away the blood that had spilled from the corner of his eye and his nose, straightened his body, and stared at the hidden camera with a fierce look like that of a wolf cub.
"Even if I did something wrong in the US, do you professors really have to resort to such methods to kill me?"
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, ignored the completely collapsed solitary confinement cell behind him, and strode out.
Even through the monitor screen, Fu Jianzhi's aura slightly intimidated the professors—that was hardly the look of a young man. It was world-weary and ruthless.
Fu Jianzhi deliberately struck first. He knew, of course, that these professors and researchers wouldn't just stand by and watch him die; they just wanted to understand what had happened to him.
But Fu Jianzhi felt guilty.
He first took the blame for Ruan Chen, and then something happened in the solitary confinement room.
Just as the solitary confinement cell collapsed, it seemed as if some fragmented memories, which he had never experienced before but was certain were his own, appeared in his mind.
He desperately needs time and personal space to process all of this.
"Professor, what's going on?"
“Someone has blocked his memories,” one of the older professors breathed a sigh of relief. “There is someone whose mental strength is far superior to Fu Jianzhi’s, who has blocked Fu Jianzhi’s most painful and unbearable memories.”
The professor's expression was grave. "Go and call Fu Lin here. We need to find out what exactly happened to Fu Jianzhi. Moreover, when did another mental power expert emerge in China that we don't know about? What are Fu Jianzhi's memories that are worth this expert's help to seal them away?"
The punishment for Fu Jianzhi ended hastily. The boy, in a fit of rage, smashed the already dilapidated main gate of the Martial Arts Research Institute, revealing to everyone for the first time the rebelliousness and unruliness that one should have at his age.
"So what if I lost control once? I'm still a minor, my mental strength is still developing, it's normal for it to be unstable. Besides, I didn't want to go to that damn summit in the US in the first place, but you guys forced me to go. I kindly helped you rescue someone in the middle of the night, and what do you do? Endless scrutiny, and you even want to put me in solitary confinement!"
He concluded with a harsh statement, "If you really don't like me, I can quit! Isn't there Fu Chengyu? I know you've always liked him and think my brother is better than me!"
Upon hearing Fu Jianzhi's words, the bigwigs at the Martial Arts Research Institute felt even more ashamed.
They remembered the scenes they had just witnessed.
For a long time, Fu Jianzhi lived in the shadow of her older brother. The Fu family clearly favored Fu Chengyu, the older brother, and even chose her brother in a life-or-death situation.
Fu Jianzhi has not shown any obvious psychological problems so far, and can even be described as "sensible," which truly means that the child has not gone astray.
He walked away, heading towards his residence along the passageway, when his phone rang.
"Jianzhi, I'm back in China. I brought you a gift. Are you free? Should I go to the Fu family to see you, or will you come over?"
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