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Chapter 458 Jin Ping'an's Questioning
Fang Donghai originally intended to face the hermit with a humble yet assertive attitude.

But when he saw the person in the passenger seat, his pupils began to shrink rapidly.

Jin Ping'an also stared blankly at the figure at the warehouse entrance.

Only Ai Liang acted as if nothing had happened, parking her car in front of Fang Donghai.

After getting out of the car, Ai Liang walked around to the passenger side and opened the door: "The murderer you're looking for is right in front of you, why don't you get out?"

Jin Ping'an, the integrator, was in a daze and ignored Ai Liang.

"Why are you still alive! This is impossible!"

Before Jin Ping'an could raise any questions, Fang Donghai shouted out.

Jin Ping'an was also brought back to reality by this loud shout.

Jin Ping'an slowly climbed out of the car and staggered towards Fang Donghai. Hoping for a lucky break, he asked, "Uncle Fang, why are you here..."

Fang Donghai ignored Jin Ping'an's question.

He kept calling out to the Thousand-Faced Man in his heart, and even made his voice echo in reality.

"Mr. Thousand Faces! Why is he still alive?!"

"Didn't you say that only that short sword could kill him?!"

"I clearly did as you instructed and plunged the dagger into his abdomen!"

"Mr. Thousand Faces?! A man with a thousand faces!!!"

Fang Donghai's bewildered call shattered Jin Ping'an's last shred of hope.

This caused his heart to be completely tainted by despair.

The weapon that plunged into his abdomen was a short sword, and no one except the person involved knew about it.

Because if the short sword were still there, Tian Hao would definitely have notified him.

Why did you kill Le Jia?

Jin Ping'an's voice trembled slightly.

His eyes began to turn red, but he had already cried all his tears.

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If a person is so desperate that they smash things and go on a rampage, they become completely out of control.

Once he calms down, it's possible to persuade him to come back.

The most troublesome are those who remain silent, neither eat nor drink, like walking corpses.

No matter what you say, this kind of person will automatically filter it out and won't listen at all.

Jin Ping'an is about to enter this state.

Faced with Jin Ping'an's relentless advance, Fang Donghai retreated until his back pressed against a wall.

Fang Donghai gripped the wall tightly and said viciously, "Why, at a time like this, is there any need to put on an act with me? Wasn't it you who ordered me to kill Cheng Lejia!"

Fang Donghai's words were astonishing, and Jin Ping'an was immediately stunned by them.

He clutched his head, his mind in utter chaos: "What did you say? I... ordered you to kill Le Jia..."

Taking advantage of Jin Ping'an's distraction, a resolute glint flashed in Fang Donghai's eyes.

He stomped his heel hard, pushing out the slingshot knife hidden in the sole of his shoe.

Fang Donghai braced one foot against the wall for leverage, raised his right foot which was fitted with a dagger, and the dagger, as fast as lightning, hurtled straight for Jin Ping'an's throat with a whistling sound.

Fang Donghai knew that even if this attack succeeded, it would not cause any harm to the opponent.

But this is a matter of attitude.

He would rather die than be manipulated again, and this action was simply to provoke Jin Ping'an.

Thud! Thud.

Ai Liang pushed Jin Ping'an to the ground and blocked Fang Donghai's sneak attack with one hand.

Jin Ping'an, who had fallen on his backside, looked blank and had no idea what had happened.

Fang Donghai decisively pulled his leg away to try and create distance, but Ai Liang's fingers were like steel clamps in a factory, tightly gripping his ankle.

No matter how much Fang Donghai struggled, he couldn't move Ai Liang's hand an inch.

Having completely abandoned all pretense of civility, Fang Donghai simply gave up on defense, braced himself against the wall with one hand, and used his right foot, which had been grabbed, as a fulcrum to raise his left leg again in preparation for an attack.

Ai Liang wouldn't tolerate this guy.

Before Fang Donghai could launch his attack, he grabbed Fang Donghai and threw him away with a flick of his arm.

Fang Donghai, who had been thrown out, braced himself with one hand on the ground, did a backflip to stabilize himself, and then a crying face mask appeared on his face. With the determination to die, he charged forward again.

But he had only rushed halfway when an invisible force pressed him down and made him unable to move.

This was not because Ai Liang used telekinesis, but because he invaded Fang Donghai's mask and took control of the other's body.

Why does the countermeasures bureau keep such close watch on those who have used masks?
Spiritual pollution is one aspect, but another is that once you've used a mask made by the Thousand-Faced Man, you will forever lose yourself and become a puppet of the Apostles.

There is no such thing as a free lunch. The power that can instantly transform an ordinary person into a superhuman comes at the cost of one's consciousness, body, and everything else.

This is no different from a real-life slave contract.

After a brief moment of confusion, Jin Ping'an struggled to his feet.

He walked step by step up to Fang Donghai and asked, "What exactly do you mean? Why did you say that I gave the order? Also, is Shi Hongfang your mole in the team?"

One question after another came flying out of Jin Ping'an's mouth like a machine gun.

He was so confused by Fang Donghai's words that he ignored the mask that suddenly appeared on the other man's face.

"An inside man? Isn't that what you told me to use as leverage against those people in the outer city of Jiuhua to make a deal with Shi Hongfang?"

Fang Donghai gritted his teeth: "It's come to this point, is there any need to continue acting, Janus!"

Jin Ping'an stood there, stunned: "Janus?"

This was the first time he had ever heard this name.

"Who exactly is Janus? Did he orchestrate all of this?" Jin Ping'an asked anxiously.

Fang Donghai sneered: "Heh...Isn't Janus just you?"

"……I?"

I wonder how many times Jin Pingan's brain has gone blank today.

The more he was questioned, the more doubts he had.

At that moment, a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through Jin Ping'an's mind: "Could I... have a split personality?"

Jin Ping'an stared blankly at his hands.

If I really do have dissociative identity disorder, then Fang Donghai's identity as a neurosurgeon, and the reason why Cheng Lejia would introduce Fang Donghai to me, all make sense.

Thinking of this, Jin Ping'an remembered something else.

He grabbed Fang Donghai by the collar of his leather jacket: "You know my problem, so why do you still make me take care of Fang Xinlei?!"

This time, Fang Donghai couldn't laugh anymore. He roared, "What did you say?! How could I possibly let a monster like you take care of Xiao Lei!"

Jin Ping'an squeezed his leather jacket so hard it creaked: "Didn't you contact me not long after the start of the semester, asking me to take care of her at school?!"
You think I'd spare you because of her? You'd even use your only daughter? Are you even human?!

Jin Ping'an directly characterized Fang Donghai's act of asking him to take care of Fang Xinlei as a form of moral blackmail, thereby saving his life from the clutches of his other personality.

(End of this chapter)