Chapter 359
When I first entered the simulation, the second visitor was not Qiangyin, but Windsor...
Qiangyin pushed open the glass door and gestured for the maids to continue their work without minding him. He casually moved a stool and placed it less than three meters in front of Xia'er before sitting down.
Why is it so damp?
Qiangyin ignored the thought and turned his gaze to Xia'er, speaking in a gentle tone, "We meet again, Miss Xia'er."
"Heh."
Xia'er forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, giving Qiangyin a frosty reception.
She still wasn’t clear on Qiangyin’s intentions, but she couldn’t show any signs of weakness, not letting him catch on to anything.
"All those extraordinary items you submitted are fake... It seems you’re quite adept at handling the 'Missionary's' scrutiny."
Qiangyin asked with a smile.
"Just ask what you want directly. I don’t like beating around the bush."
Xia'er replied calmly.
"Hahaha... Adele, where is Amy Hastings?"
Qiangyin’s smile faded as he coldly stared at Xia'er. "Where are the samples?"
"By the way, the executive director position of Luxihilufa has been revoked, and there’s no chance of reinstatement in the short term. You can stop hoping for someone to rescue you."
"You think too highly of me, Lord Qiangyin."
Xia'er grinned mockingly. "I’m stuck here every day; do you really expect me to know so much about the outside world?"
At that moment, sharp-eyed Xia'er noticed that Qiangyin's left index finger seemed to be missing, the bandage wrapped around it particularly conspicuous.
When did he get hurt? Did he fight someone?
To lose a finger at the fourth level... It must have been quite a serious battle.
But with just a missing finger, Xia'er couldn’t deduce much more.
Her breathing was steady, and her heartbeat showed no signs of abnormality... Was she really fine?
Though he hadn’t brought along any assistants like the "Missionary," Qiangyin could still gauge a lot from her breathing rhythm and heartbeat.
Seeing that he couldn’t probe any further, Qiangyin spoke again:
"Princess Vita mentioned she saw a red-haired 'Subverter' who looks a lot like you in Boren City... I wonder if you have any clues?"
Qiangyin narrowed his eyes. "You’re also from Boren City, aren’t you?"
"What, now even hair color is something you can suspect?"
Xia'er chuckled lightly, casting a disdainful glance at Qiangyin. "You can never hide the truth; someone will always expose the royal family's ugly face."
Xia'er’s rhetoric and conversation steered the topic toward the reason for her arrest, painting her as a righteous figure, filled with hatred for evil, wanting to research an antidote to save the masses.
This attitude, combined with the trivial influence of the "Subverter," successfully persuaded Qiangyin.
Wasn’t she the variable?
"I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Miss Xia'er. You seem to have a significant misunderstanding about the royal family."
Seeing he couldn’t extract any more information, Qiangyin decided not to waste any more time.
He stood up, looking down at Xia'er, and slowly said, "Please continue to stay here and cooperate with the investigation. It’s better than going to the Holy Law Court, don’t you think?"
After saying that, Qiangyin turned to leave, and Xia'er caught sight of a wet stain on the back of his white pants, her lips twitching.
At least for now, it seemed Qiangyin had no memory and didn’t know what Xia'er had done in the simulation before.
He didn’t have the memories from earlier.
But he could still receive certain hints.
In that case, the hints should be connected to his missing finger... Was this the negative effect of "uniqueness"?
Under Xia'er’s gaze, Qiangyin walked step by step to the glass door, reached out, and placed his hand on the doorframe’s handle.
But Qiangyin didn’t push the door open to leave.
He stood before the door, slowly turning back to look at Xia'er.
"A little test, 'Lawgiver' Miss, please don’t mind."
An ethereal piano key appeared beside the door handle, as if it were the trigger for a bomb. Qiangyin’s right middle finger slowly pressed down on the black key.
Ding—
A sharp piano note seemed to accompany an explosive sound and transparent blades, rushing toward Xia'er’s arm with such speed that she barely had any time to react.
A gust of wind swept through Xiaer's left arm, tearing the silk sleeve from the outside and exposing her arm, while the capillaries within were almost completely shattered. In an instant, Xiaer's left arm turned bright red, blood almost bursting through her skin.
An unbearable pain, as if countless sharp spikes were piercing her arm, shot through Xia'er’s mind.
Oh no!
She didn’t have the powerful physical resistance of a "Lawgiver"; right now, she was using the "Subverter" archive.
Qiangyin turned around, his hand still resting on the glowing key, his expression blank as he looked at Xia'er and said, "Who are you? Where is Xia'er?"
"Damn it..."
Silver light flickered as a sharp gun blade appeared in Xia'er’s right hand. She quickly raised the blade and made a swift upward motion—one finger was cleanly severed.
【Exceeding Limit Gear】!
Exceeding 【Head Hunter】!
Exceeding 【Deadly Blood Roland】!
【Spiritual Summon】!
Little Zuo!
The gun body of Deadly Blood Roland was instantly covered in silver cracks, and blood flowed continuously from her left hand, but it didn’t automatically draw a blood array on the ground like it did when activating Spiritual Summon...
Damn! It’s a side effect!
【Spiritual Summon】 had been exceeded and was rendered ineffective in this simulation!
Crack—
Xia'er aimed at Qiangyin and quickly pulled the trigger.
"Boom—!"
The muzzle of Blood Roland erupted with blazing silver light, a seed bullet covered in silver cracks flying toward Qiangyin’s head.
"Heh..."
Qiangyin chuckled lightly. Before Xia'er could pull the trigger, the ethereal piano keys rapidly assembled in front of him. After she pulled the trigger, he raised his hand and pressed down on a chord.
Buzz—
An invisible sound wave barrier instantly rose, blocking his view. He simply watched as the bullet flew toward his head, making no attempt to dodge.
But just as the bullet was about to hit the sound wave barrier, it suddenly made a ninety-degree turn in mid-air, shooting straight up into the sky, shattering the glass overhead. Then, it reversed direction, spinning one hundred eighty degrees, and shot down toward Qiangyin’s head, silver light blazing.
"Hmm?"
Noticing the bullet’s terrifying anomaly, Qiangyin’s expression changed slightly. He quickly swept across the keyboard, unleashing a violent sound wave that pushed him back, crashing through the glass and flying several meters away.
The sound wave ripped the buttons and shirt apart, revealing his unevenly muscled torso, each patch a different color, as if sewn together from countless pieces of flesh. Almost his entire chest and abdomen lacked a single intact piece of original flesh.
At that moment, the earlier silver bullet traced a silver trajectory, crashing down where Qiangyin had just stood, embedding itself in the ground.
Did he dodge it?
Qiangyin couldn’t be sure, as he could still feel the ground where the bullet had struck vibrating slightly.
He quickly looked up, and the red-haired girl was already gone from beside the bed, even the severed finger on the ground had been picked up.
She actually got away?!
This was definitely not a "Lawgiver"!
Was this the "Subverter" that Vita spoke of?
Only a cunning "Subverter" could slip away right under his nose.
Just as Qiangyin was about to press the piano key in front of him to use low-frequency resonance to break the illusion and search for the "Subverter's" trace, a silver Roland flower burst forth from the soil, rapidly spreading toward Qiangyin with terrifying speed.
Damn it!
Qiangyin switched sound zones, the piano keys buzzing as he created another barrier.
Could this be the work of that "Subverter"?
What was her purpose?
Was she... one of the members of the Joy Society? Had they realized they were being used?
...
Chaos erupted in Windsor Palace. Amidst the terrifying commotion, Xia'er tightly gripped her fingers, sprinting down the street.
She pulled out her handkerchief, wrapping it around her fingers as she ran. The pain from her completely ruptured veins still tormented her; her arm had turned almost entirely purple and was swelling abnormally.
A regular carriage suddenly appeared before Xia'er. She dove into it, and the fictional coachman cracked the whip, urging the horses onward.
To onlookers, it was just an ordinary carriage moving down the street.
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