Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 154, Section 28: What was it adjusted to?

—Mori no Kawa Apartment. He Ye Jia—

He Ye was writing his 'last will' with a sigh.

"Oh no! Nicole, my bank card PIN is..."

It was eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and it was also the second day since Yugiri had left. He was writing furiously in his study, because headquarters had called not long ago.

—Please ask He Ye to go to headquarters.

He didn't say what it was about on the phone, but his tone was very serious, and He Ye already understood.

Therefore, he left behind letters that resembled a 'last will'.

Because he thought that he might not be able to come back after this trip.

Before sending the national-level assassin back to headquarters yesterday, He Ye had a chat with her. The conversation included her questions about love and things she had been hiding. While the answers weren't detailed, they at least addressed some points, especially regarding the events at the hotel, which made it clear she no longer needed to conceal them.

Presumably, once the psychologists at headquarters learn of these things, it will be like seeing the clouds part and the fog clear...

stunned.

After all, it was a serious violation of organizational discipline. He Ye himself was shocked when he found out. Well, in the end, this was just an outrageous thing.

In short, it was expected that the headquarters would invite He Ye to go there, and we were prepared to go even if it meant facing a million people.

After writing down the bank card password and other necessary instructions, He Ye put down the pen, carefully folded it, and left it on the table.

He then left the study, getting dressed formally.

"Sir, are you going out again?"

Nicole was reviewing her lessons when her tutor was coming to the door. She was curious when she saw He Ye about to go out.

"How many times have I told you to call me brother..." He Ye turned around and spoke earnestly, then raised his hand to rub his hair to avoid eye contact. "By the way, I left a letter in the study. After you finish your studies this morning, remember to mail it for me at the post office."

"Oh, okay."

Nicole nodded.

He Ye turned around and opened the door. The recipient of the letter was Nicole. He left some unremarkable farewell words, just to avoid arousing suspicion.

"Then I'm going out."

Goodbye, sir! By the way, will you be back for lunch?

"..." He Ye hesitated, then left with a meaningful, bitter smile before turning his back and waving gently.

Nicole: "?"

No, that's not right!
……

—Headquarters. Behavioral Observation Room—

Nine o'clock in the morning.

The behavioral observation room was empty; the white room was as peaceful and quiet as a gentle haven.

And in the room to its left, inside the office.

Two psychology PhDs were sitting there, and at that moment they looked at each other and saw the worried expressions on each other's faces.

How could this be?
Yesterday, I initially thought it was a misjudgment that this national-level assassin had a distorted understanding of her own emotions. After all, she has accumulated a mountain of psychological problems, and it's possible that she's mistaking familial affection for romantic love.

Unexpectedly, after several tests...

That's it, really.

Dr. Schwarzberg sighed as he thought of this, all his unspoken words turning into a sigh.

'A product of failure.'

He muttered to himself that he would probably need to adjust the organization's training program when he returned, adding some emotionally detached cognition to the brainwashing-style indoctrination.

Although they had received such training before, it was more about teaching them not to see themselves as human beings and to ignore their own feelings, so that they could be willing to trade injuries for injuries in battle and even carry out orders at any cost.

But... Dr. Schwarzberg's gaze slowly fell on the stacks of files on the table.

That was a record of monthly operations submitted by a spy named He Ye during his time undercover in Greeley City.

Since he was living with Yugiri, the purpose of submitting this application was not only to report on his undercover work, but more importantly, to observe the condition of this national-level assassin.

The report shows that everything was normal; the two were simply living together without any transgressions. However, one could sense the spy's helplessness.

The other party was completely inept at any housework and could be considered a useless shut-in vase in peacetime. The spy took good care of her.

That's why too.

Despite being constantly told not to treat herself as a human being and never experiencing what genuine care felt like, she eventually developed unusual feelings for the other person after two years of meticulous care and gentle treatment.

It seems that in addition to teaching weapons to disregard their own feelings, the training program also needs to instill the idea of ​​'treating the concern of others as dangerous' and maintaining a cold and ruthless heart.

Dr. Schwarzberg nodded silently as he thought about this.

At this moment, Dr. Smith, who had been silent all along, also spoke up—he had realized that this matter was of great importance after working with Dr. Schwarzberg since yesterday afternoon.

Not long ago, he was also looking at past reports together.

Dr. Smith: "What do you think?"

“I never expected this,” Schwarzberg replied, looking exasperated.

“Now that we’ve identified this psychological issue, the solution is quite straightforward.” Dr. Smith paused for a moment before continuing, “However, before that, we need to verify the truth of some things, since given her cognitive abilities, she may not be able to fully believe everything she says.”

"..." Dr. Schwarzberg looked at him. "What are you trying to say?"

"Although it's easy to understand from our perspective—a racing heart upon seeing someone, reluctance to part, and repeated longing for them are all expressions of love. But from beginning to end, her behavior didn't seem to reflect an understanding that this was love."

"It's more like being suddenly told to say these words."

"..." Dr. Schwarzberg listened thoughtfully.

indeed.

Her understanding was still too shallow, and her expression didn't change much when such emotions were mentioned. She didn't seem like a girl in love at all, but rather like someone who was just naively remembering something.

"But why did you suddenly bring this up?"

Dr. Smith lowered his hand and remained silent for a moment. He stared at Dr. Schwarzberg sitting opposite him. Although the two were nominally of the same rank, Schwarzberg actually wielded much more power than him.

Recalling the infuriating order the other party had given not long ago—that he wanted the spy who was living with the assassin to come to headquarters, surely to be held accountable and admit all the wrongdoings.

"What I'm trying to say is that the spy may not have known, or may not have intentionally, induced her to develop feelings for him."

"Her remarks this time may have been prompted by the spy she had been working with recently, who noticed this problem and asked her to remind her of it."

Dr. Smith shook his head at this point, as if blaming himself for his lack of expertise yet his self-righteousness.

"..." Dr. Schwarzberg couldn't hold back any longer and said in a low, displeased voice, "Then who's to blame!"

"Uh...maybe it's our fault."

"?" Schwarzberg was stunned.

“We probably shouldn’t have sent her to that spy,” Dr. Smith said with great regret. “It’s very likely that these two periods of environmental treatment caused this problem. If we had discovered the problem earlier, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.”

"But you heard what she just said!"

Dr. Schwarzberg did not entirely agree with Smith's view. He angrily presented evidence, such as the shocking news of the night raid that was not concealed, and that he knew what kissing felt like. How could such a thing be done if the man did not agree? He must have been deliberately pretending not to know.

Dr. Smith remained silent after hearing this, because such a possibility did indeed exist.

The two of them discussed this matter in more detail.

Just then, someone came to report that He Ye had arrived at headquarters, and the two stopped talking and looked at each other.

Although they held differing opinions at this point, they were undoubtedly on the same side when it came to He Ye, because they needed to find out the whole story.

He asked how he managed to torment this national-level assassin, turning her into such a fragile person.

(End of this chapter)