New concept of the mysterious way to ascend to immortality

Chapter 17 The Strange Interrogation Process

On the way to the interrogation room, Yuan Zhu was in high spirits and called out to the elf in his head: "Oi, did you hear that? The young man just said that there are immortals in this world. The elf finger found in the food was blessed by the immortal in its lifetime."

The elf responded, "I understand, but your memory fragments also clearly state that the plane of existence where the magical universe's fallen spirits fell is called the Overseas Immortal Mountain. The aliens who mastered magic are the Overseas Qi Refiners. And the one who was eaten happened to be an elf. Immortal = magician."

"Yours is an old version. I just read a memory. This world is full of both Buddhism and Taoism. Buddha heads float in space, and next to Mercury State there's a Kunlun sacred tree that reaches the sky. Taoism also has thunder magic. Therefore, the spiritual energy resources missing from the [Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture] may be found in this world. We're saved!"

The elf said, "It's worth keeping an eye on. I'll keep a note of it. But I advise you not to rashly seek immortals and come into contact with so-called spiritual energy. If the spiritual energy we need really exists, it might prematurely activate the immortal scripture Lao Deng, which is not a good thing."

Yuan Zhu agreed: "Ah, right! We must first find a way to kill it and completely obtain the highest authority of the [Immortal Scripture]. It won't be too late to reawaken the [Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture] later."

When he stopped at the door of the interrogation room with high spirits, an unwilling cry came from inside: "You must believe me, I am a time traveler! I am from another world! I am not a native of Duling, my soul does not belong here. Now, just give me 5 yuan, help me buy enough sacrifices, map out the space-time teleportation array to send me home, and I will immediately reward you with treasures from another world worth over 100 million yuan! Trust me!"

At this time, another old voice sounded: "Okay, of course I believe you. You go out and calm down for a while, and we will seriously consider it. It's not that I don't want to help you, but our funds for this month are really used up. Can we talk about it next month?"

"Perfunctory, you're clearly perfunctory! You don't actually believe what I say, right? You're underestimating me! I'm the prince of Ataao, I'm the offspring of the God of Dazzling Light, I'm the great general who commands billions of Ami!"

"Ahem, Old Wang, you can bring people in." The old voice from inside the door sounded again, signaling Yuan Zhu and the others to go in.

At this time, the elf warned: "Be careful, that fat man is watching you secretly."

Yuan Zhu remained calm and asked in his heart: "Hmm?"

"Did you hear the conversation inside the room? That emotionally agitated guy, who claimed to be a time traveler, spoke so loudly on purpose so you could hear him and test your reaction."

Yuan Zhu was multitasking, devoting some of his attention to observing Fatty Wang, while at the same time eavesdropping on the conversation inside the room, appearing to be curious and gossipy. He seemed to be very interested in the time traveler, neither avoiding nor feeling guilty.

bang bang.

Fatty Wang knocked on the door twice with his knuckles, then pushed it open and walked in with Yuan Zhu.

This interrogation room is very small, only about five or six square meters. There is a table in the middle and a few chairs on both sides, which almost fills the room.

At this time, an emotionally excited bearded man, still unwilling to give up, urged the old man across the table to V him 5 and send him through time and space back to the country called "Ataao".

Because of his excessive excitement, his pupils, as well as the capillaries around his eye sockets and on his cheeks, all reflected a yellow-green fluorescence, which looked extremely strange. There was also a little bit of coolness, but I wonder how he did it?

Because the elf didn't sense any "pollution" or "danger" from the other party, this change was most likely not due to extraordinary power.

Could it be the racial talent of the 'Ababa Alien'?

The old man sighed tiredly and said, "Old King, please ask this prince to leave. Young man, please sit across from me."

"No! You can't do this to me! I'm a prince, I'm a descendant of gods, I'm a great general! I..."

boom!
Fatty Wang kicked Mr. Huangzi out and slammed the door shut. In the narrow, enclosed space, only three people were left, staring at each other in bewilderment.

Yuan Zhu didn't dare to speak. He sat down obediently and observed the atmosphere quietly.

Lao Wang said to the old man, "Another drunk guy?"

The old man slowly sorted through the documents spread out on his desk and responded, "This one's a little different, otherwise it wouldn't have been sent to me for inspection. There's definitely something wrong with his soul, but it's not because he's a time traveler. Instead, he drank too much illegal, low-quality, underground fluorescent soda, which damaged his brain and caused his brainwaves to resonate with the evil god in the foam layer. He's been brainwashed for a long time, fed false information, and he's convinced of it."

Fatty Wang stroked his beard and thought, "When you say that, it sounds a little familiar to me."

The old man said, feeling both amused and helpless, "Yes, it's that useless evil god from last year's Pink Water. All he does is remotely brainwash his victims through low-quality fluorescent soda, instilling knowledge of sacrifice and promising false rewards. He then tricks his victims into raising money to offer as a sacrifice, and once he's drained it of money, he stops responding and moves on to his next target."

"This evil god is quite sensible. He never makes a big deal, keeping his cases at the level of ordinary people. The Security Bureau has never had time to deal with him. However, at the end of last year, due to the large number of similar evil god fraud cases, his conspiracy was exposed. Unexpectedly, this guy has changed his tactics and started to defraud people who travel through time. Because I had never encountered him before, I thought he was a real time traveler, so I sent him to me for inspection."

Lao Wang suddenly realized: "I was wondering, why does this smell so familiar? It turns out it's that idiot again."

Yuan Zhu pricked up his ears, his mind once again reaffirming his understanding of the low standards of this local evil god. Was it really that low-brow? It was actually some otherworldly version of the shrewd 'I am Qin Shi Huang, V Me 50 Crazy Thursday' tactic. And someone actually fell for it. The old man suddenly addressed Yuan Zhu, "Young man, take this as a warning. Never drink illegally made, low-quality, underground drinks again. Even in a high-end bar, be wary of the drinks the bartender mixes. Getting drunk and losing your chastity is a minor concern, but burning your brain and attracting the attention of an evil spirit is even more serious."

Yuan Zhu nodded obediently: "I remember it."

"Okay, let's start the test now." The old man took out a fully enclosed metal square box from a drawer beside him. He opened it carefully and took out a stack of papers from it.

[Beep beep! High-energy pollution detected, radiating damage. Soul Firewall in operation, successfully blocking the attack once, twice, three times...]

Yuan Zhu's eyes fixed on the colorful paper item in the old man's hand, curiously looking at it. It looked like a picture book used to test for color blindness.

The old man pushed the first piece of colored paper with a dense and chaotic pattern in front of him and said, "Look here. Can you read the number?"

"Numbers?" Yuan Zhu tried to look at them, then shook his head, "I can't see them."

The old man asked again: "Then what can you see?"

Yuan Zhu, not knowing the correct answer, could only tell the truth: "I can't see anything. It's a mess, dizzying. But they seem to be spinning. Are there three counterclockwise spirals in different directions?"

The old man nodded, took out the second picture, and pushed it in front of him: "What about this one? Does it make you dizzy?"

Yuan: “A little bit, it feels like I’m falling.”

"In the water? Or in the air?"

"Like air, I hear the whistling of the wind, and I can smell the scent of grass. Purple grass." Yuan Zhu didn't understand what nonsense he was talking about. He just looked at the picture, why did a specific picture and feeling emerge in his mind?

"Look at this picture again. What does it smell like?"

"It feels bitter and a little salty. My eyeball hurts a little, like it was pricked by a needle. My tongue feels like it licked a blade and got cut and bled."

"What about this one? What do you think?"

"I saw a vague outline of a statue."

"Try to step back and look again. Can you see what it looks like?"

"Ah, look carefully, it's a Buddha. Each of his buns is constantly opening and closing, blinking. His head is full of eyeballs. His tears have turned into juice. But he won't let me drink it!"

"Do you feel any discomfort?"

"No. I heard some really rhythmic music, and my intestines started to tie themselves up in knots? What's going on?"

"You have no connection with this Buddha. He is rejecting you."

"????"

The bizarre test continued. Unsure of how to respond, Yuan Zhu could only speak truthfully. Using only scraps of paper, he experienced a series of virtual experiences that distorted his senses, almost like a lucid dream.

As he was being tested, the alarms from the Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture continued to blare in his mind. According to the elf's count, he had been attacked by more than a dozen different sources of pollution.

Each of these pollutants wasn't very strong, easily shielded. However, the quality and purity of each was exceptionally pure. If the contamination he'd encountered previously was low-quality ink, then the residue on these scraps of paper was high-purity pigment that had been repeatedly refined.

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