I'm really not the number one slacker in Soul Society.

You guys have to work harder on your livers.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. As a scientist, Aizen has countless research topics to study recently, and each one can bring him great benefits. He is living a very comfortable and carefree life, and he has to conduct a lot of experiments every day. He has even almost forgotten about the Hogyoku.

Because both Tosen Kaname and Ichimaru Gin were working at Seireitei, the task of recording these experiments in writing must have been entirely illusory—in just one night, two more books were added.

Judging from the thickness and font size, each book would require at least 30,000 words...

I admire you.

If I asked Liuyue to do this job, she'd probably find a cliff and jump off in less than half a day...

Having worked silently for several days (at least from what he saw), and seemingly intending to continue doing so for a long time, it was only natural that he was exhausted.

And so, Kyoka Suigetsu walked over, yawning, and casually glanced at the small black box on the table. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Hmm... according to you, there's a Quincy in here, right? Someone who participated in the war back then?"

"Schubert, the captain of Yhwach's military police."

Mima, who had just gone to Shikatori Hakunsai for an emergency make-up get out of class half an hour earlier, replied naturally, "He is considered a prominent figure among the Quincy."

“In that case…” Kyoka Suigetsu held up a finger: “I have thought of a good plan. If this guy still has even a trace of Quincy consciousness, this method should be able to break through his defenses.”

"Is that so?" Mima raised an eyebrow and followed Aizen's lead with a lame joke. "It's not like they're breaking the heart from a physical perspective, is it? That kind of method won't work on the Hell's Blame-Taker."

"Your line of thinking is quite interesting..."

"Mirror Flower, Water Moon" nodded in admiration, then shook its head and said, "Of course not, to be more specific..."

Then, she lazily recounted a utterly despicable plan, which Mi Zhen listened to with nodding approval.

Professional tasks should indeed be left to professionals.

"In short, that's my opinion."

Jinghua Shuiyue shrugged and said to Mizhen, "Remember to cooperate well... Hmm, I don't think I need to specifically tell you."

"no problem."

Mima nodded, picked up the box that sealed Schubert, and walked with Aizen toward an empty room in the laboratory.

The three spent some time cleaning up the empty room that was originally used to store miscellaneous items, then found a blue lamp and hung it on the ceiling to enhance the atmosphere, and finally moved a chair that was used to tie people up (don't ask Aizen why he had this), and that was how they prepared the interrogation environment.

Next, Mima first discussed some things with Kyoka Suigetsu, then changed into a white military uniform before starting to dismantle the multi-layered seal he had created. It took him quite a while to finally release Schubert without any mistakes.

Then he was given a whole bunch of spells that had effects including but not limited to prohibiting the use of spiritual pressure, restricting limb movement and monitoring physiological signs, and he was firmly handcuffed to a chair, and he and Aizen were arranged in a formation on the left and right before the last seal was broken.

Then, Schubert slowly woke up.

He seemed still immersed in the previous battle (although it was actually a one-sided massacre), and his face immediately resumed that arrogant yet fearful expression as he roared.

"give up--"

In the next instant, he realized what was happening.

The former Quincy military police captain did not panic much. Instead, he quickly calmed down and, under the dazzling blue light, roughly surveyed the surrounding area.

Then he quickly focused his gaze on the two people standing not far from him!

"Hey, are you awake?"

Before he could speak, the woman in the white military uniform greeted him: "How are you feeling?"

Schubert quickly felt the constraints on his body—and then just as quickly gave up struggling.

There was no way around it. Although Quincy could absorb and utilize external spiritual particles to render seals ineffective, this ability required spiritual pressure to operate. Right now, he was like a race car with all its fuel drained; even if he could reach a high speed, it wouldn't matter.

But he was not panicked.

They were simply captured; it wasn't a hopeless situation. On the contrary, although they didn't know the origins of these two or the previous guy, the fact that they chose to awaken themselves instead of remaining sealed away meant that they needed something from them.

For example... intelligence.

That makes things very simple.

After being tormented in hell for so long, he was no longer afraid of any pain or torture. No matter how sophisticated these guys' interrogation techniques were, as long as he kept his mouth shut and didn't leak anything related to the "plan," it wouldn't matter. The leader wouldn't punish him for simply being captured.

Time is on his side. Even though he is currently imprisoned, given enough time, he will eventually find a chance to escape.

After figuring out the crux of the matter in a very short time, Schubert felt a surge of confidence.

So what if you catch me? Do you think you can do anything to me?

Driven by this mindset, he sneered and said in a calm tone, "Who are you?"

"That's not important."

Mi Zhen took two steps forward, crossed her arms, and looked down at him, saying, "The important thing is that you are now our prisoner."

Only after getting closer did Schubert realize it.

This woman looks a lot like the guy who knocked him down... Are they related by blood?

"Prisoner?"

Schubert looked at Mima with a disdainful gaze that seemed to say, "You know nothing about my power." "So what? You won't get anything from me."

"That's not necessarily true." Mi Zhen mimicked the villainous face from some bizarre TV dramas he had watched in his previous life, put on an extremely arrogant expression, and sneered, "We have plenty of methods, and I'm sure we can pry your mouth open."

—According to the standard procedure, after saying this, shouldn't the interrogator get a glob of phlegm sprayed in their face?

Mima was on high alert, ready to dodge at any moment, but Schubert seemed to have no such intention. He just looked at him like he was an idiot and didn't even bother to say a word.

"Wow, they're really putting up a strong fight."

Mi Zhen waved behind her: "Come on, give him a job!"

He had wanted to say this for a long time, but he just hadn't found the opportunity.

Chapter 205: Are you guys really that sarcastic?

Aizen didn't react much. He simply walked up, raised the sword in his hand, placed it in front of Schubert, waved it twice in a cryptic manner, and then a sound like a mirror shattering was heard.

Unlike Mima, who immediately cut off a few seconds of time, Schubert didn't understand the point of this operation at all, but that didn't stop him from sneering and mocking, his mouth so foul that it would be censored if written down.

Aizen listened quietly to his insults without getting angry. Instead, he found an opening and naturally continued the conversation, saying calmly, "To be honest, for us, individuals like you who have escaped from hell are very rare. There are many things we need to confirm with you."

"Dream on! You..."

"For example, the specific geographical features, history, culture, and population distribution of hell, etc."

Taking advantage of the fact that Schubert was sealed and couldn't shout too loudly, Aizen continued naturally, "Whether people who belonged to different factions in life will continue their grudges after death, what kind of social conditions will be created by the excessively high proportion of evil factions among the lower classes, and how exactly did you Shura bypass the power of the Hell Guardians to come to the mortal world—there are many questions, and I hope you can cooperate as much as possible."

Cooperation was out of the question. If he weren't completely unable to move, Schubert would have loved to jump up and self-destruct a dozen or twenty times on the spot.

This is what makes the people of Hell so difficult to deal with.

If Mima were to come, he would only be able to deal with them using memory restoration techniques (physical). If they still wouldn't listen after being beaten, he wouldn't have a good solution either—these guys are fearless and can't use time rewind or mind beacons, making them incredibly troublesome.

But as I said before, professional matters should be handled by professionals.

After a pointless exchange with Schubert, Aizen turned around with a helpless expression and gave Yama a wink.

—That was the code for “the successful release of the illusory flower and the moon in the water”.

Then, Mi Zhen snorted and interjected, "It seems that communicating with words won't work—I've said it before, my method is the most effective."

“It’s not good to always use overly harsh methods.”

Aizen's expression at this moment was quite that of a harmless, kind-hearted person. His gaze swept back and forth between Yama and Schubert, and after a moment of hesitation, he sighed, leaned close to Yama's ear, and whispered something.

Mi Zhen's expression changed drastically: "Are you crazy? How could such a trivial matter trouble His Majesty!"

“But that’s just how it is. Even with your methods, we might not get results in the short term,” Aizen said with a worried expression. “If it drags on for too long, His Majesty will inevitably think we are both incompetent and foolish.”

"If we go to invite His Majesty now, will we only be criticized for being incompetent...?"

Mima's eyes showed intense hesitation and struggle, but after a period of silence, he still looked at Schubert with a stern gaze and then sighed dejectedly: "Alright, you're right, let's do as you say."

"Since it was my idea, let me go and invite His Majesty."

Aizen waved his hand and slowly left the room with a worried expression.

"Hmph...playing tricks."

Schubert spat dismissively, "No matter what you do, you won't get anything from me."

In fact, when Yama and Aizen talked about "Your Majesty", his Quincy instincts, buried deep in his bones, sensed something was very wrong.

But so what? If you're so capable, then really invite "His Majesty" over.

"really?"

Mizhen glanced at him coldly: "But your attitude speaks volumes—you're not even afraid of death, yet you show such obvious resistance to a few questions. I don't think you're a masochist who finds pleasure in pain. So why are you doing this? The answer is obvious!"

Schubert's expression underwent a subtle change.

“You’re afraid, afraid of the punishment that will come after this ‘leaking information’ happened. For a vengeful person like you, that would probably be a situation more terrifying than death.” Seeing his brows furrow slightly, Mi Zhen knew what was going on. “Who could do such a thing? Some kind of inviolable contract? A hellish guard? Or your leader, the leader of the Asura Clan? It’s said to be a man in a red cloak?”

He paused for a moment, then chuckled before changing the subject: "It doesn't matter who in hell can do that, you'll see a second one soon anyway."

Then, Mima leaned against the wall, ignoring the change in Schubert's expression.

Of course, although he looked contemptuous, he was actually quite happy.

Aizen Sousuke truly lives up to his reputation as a veteran actor in Soul Society; acting with him is always a pleasure.

The exchange just now was obviously pre-arranged and a rehearsed script.

The director is Kyoka Suigetsu, the lead actors are Aizen and Yama, and Schubert is the unsuspecting audience member.

The director's proposal was simple: if these strangers couldn't get Schubert to talk, then let the ones who could do it do it.

Although they didn't know much about Schubert's life, knowing that he was a Quincy was enough for them.

So who is this guy that all Quincy instinctively fear?

After a while, two crisp footsteps came from outside the door.

Mi Zhen's expression changed, and she knelt down in fear, just as the script had written.

Then, the door opened.

A tall, middle-aged man with long hair and a short beard, dressed in a white military uniform and a black cloak, walked in.

Schubert's expression changed drastically the moment he saw this person!

"It's been a long time, Schubert."