My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

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With a soft click, the lamp was switched on, and the blinding white light instantly shone on Zhang Ying's face, casting a long, thin shadow onto the wall behind him.

Zhang Ying sat in a metallic chair, his fingers rhythmically tapping lightly on the table, his expression unusually natural.

This was an extremely small room. Apart from the table and chairs he was sitting on, there was nothing else around him except a tightly closed iron door and a huge mirror facing him.

This setup is very similar to the interrogation rooms in crime dramas, specifically designed to break down a criminal's psychological defenses.

A moment later, the only door in the room was pushed open.

A short-haired woman wearing a smart women's suit and clutching a notebook tightly in her arms walked in.

She was wearing a mask marked "6 o'clock".

Zhang Ying raised his head and looked at her calmly.

The moment their eyes met, the short-haired woman shuddered violently, as if stung by something unseen, and nearly dropped the notebook in her hand.

She subconsciously took a half step back, leaned against the door, and took a few deep breaths, as if she was trying to mentally prepare herself.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and moved to Zhang Ying's side, sitting stiffly in the opposite seat.

Zhang Ying raised an eyebrow in slight confusion. Was he really that scary?

How can someone as timid as a rabbit get into the Chinese government's agency specifically for dealing with supernatural beings?

The morning after the battle last night, he blindfolded himself and got into the car that had come to pick him up.

On the way here while blindfolded, Zhang Ying didn't sit idle.

By chatting with the man wearing a "1 point" mask, he roughly figured out the details of the organization.

These people wearing masks marked with the time period belong to the "Abnormal Affairs Handling Section," which in turn belongs to the "Okura City Branch of the Paranormal Investigation Bureau."

The Supernatural Investigation Bureau is a special agency established by the Chinese government to handle strange and supernatural events, as well as humans with supernatural powers.

According to the man, the Bureau of Investigation can be traced back to the founding of the nation; it is a secret agency with an extremely long history, hidden from public view.

In other words, the supernatural is not a recent phenomenon; it has existed since the founding of the nation, and even in ancient times.

However, it was only in the last month that Zhang Ying truly saw the true nature of these things.

The short-haired woman adjusted her posture several times in her seat, finally getting ready. She opened her notebook, her hand holding the pen trembling slightly, and asked softly, "Surname...name?"

"Zhang Ying," Zhang Ying answered crisply.

"Your age is...?"

"18 years old."

"Sex...gender".

Zhang Ying was taken aback: "Do I really need to ask that?"

"Ah, because... because recently there's been this psychological gender and biological gender thing, and out of humanitarian considerations..." the short-haired woman stammered, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Do you recognize gender identity?" Zhang Ying teased her deliberately.

"I don't agree," the woman replied firmly.

Zhang Ying's lips twitched, and he said helplessly, "Male."

The rest of the process became tedious. The short-haired woman asked Zhang Ying extremely detailed, even tedious, questions about his basic information.

Zhang Ying didn't hide anything and answered casually, but his gaze went past the short-haired woman and landed on the huge one-way mirror.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be a one-way mirror. There's definitely someone watching me from behind the mirror.

With a thought, Zhang Ying tried activating his Ghost Eye. He first tried to see if he could look outside through the one-way mirror, and to his surprise, this casual attempt actually succeeded.

The previously blurry mirror instantly became transparent in his eyes. Outside the interrogation room stood an observation team of four people, three men and one woman, all wearing the iconic clock masks.

He had just seen the man wearing the "1 point" mask and the woman wearing the "2 point" mask.

Although Zhang Ying couldn't see the face of the man wearing the "3 o'clock" mask, he felt a sense of familiarity with him.

As for the man wearing the "5 o'clock" mask, dressed in a conspicuous yellow Taoist robe, and carrying a peach wood sword on his back, Zhang Ying had already guessed who he was upon seeing this.

"Heh, I really don't know when I was targeted." Zhang Ying sighed inwardly. It seemed that the other party had already figured out most of his background.

After withdrawing her gaze and gathering basic information, the short-haired woman visibly relaxed. Wiping the cold sweat from her brow, she mustered her courage again and asked, "When did you encounter this unusual event?"

Zhang Ying snapped out of his thoughts, thought for a moment, and replied, "A month ago."

What type of unusual event was encountered?

"Can I not answer?" Zhang Ying asked calmly.

"This is causing us a lot of trouble..." the short-haired woman said, somewhat embarrassed.

"We encountered a strange creature," Zhang Ying finally gave the answer.

"So how did you escape from the monster?"

"My friend is a Taoist priest. He once gave me a talisman, and I escaped from the monster with that talisman," Zhang Ying replied casually.

The short-haired woman nodded, quickly jotting down notes in her notebook before continuing, "What was your role in the unusual events that Zhou Ping experienced?"

"She was my teacher. When I went with her to visit her friend, she was unexpectedly attacked by a strange creature. I helped her escape danger."

The short-haired woman nodded again and continued taking notes.

"One last question," the woman's voice suddenly turned serious, "How did you acquire the bizarre limbs? And how did you learn about the Paranormal Exchange Conference?"

Upon hearing this question, Zhang Ying's eyes instantly turned cold.

"I'm sorry, I cannot answer that question." He looked directly at the woman, his tone calm but unwavering. "I can only tell you that the Spiritual-Cultural Exchange Association is my mortal enemy."

Throughout the interrogation, Zhang Ying never put himself in the position of the person being interrogated.

His tone was calm and unhurried, even carrying a hint of the pressure of someone in a superior position.

On the contrary, the short-haired woman in charge of the interrogation trembled more and more as the questions went on, wishing she could stop recording immediately and rush out of the oppressive interrogation room.

"Okay...okay, I've finished questioning." The short-haired woman felt like she had been granted a pardon, closed the notebook, and got up to try to escape.

Zhang Ying called out to her, "When can I leave?"

"We...we have to wait for a decision from higher-ups." The woman said this and hurriedly pushed open the door and left.

After the woman left, Zhang Ying was left alone in the interrogation room. At the same time, the four people outside the interrogation room also left, leaving only an empty corridor.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, the iron gate was pushed open again.

A man wearing a "1 point" mask pushed open the door and walked into the interrogation room. He went straight to sit opposite Zhang Ying, and without any hesitation, removed the mask from his face, revealing his true appearance.

Judging from his appearance, he was just an ordinary middle-aged man, with a burly build and dark skin.

However, a hideous scar ran across his right forehead, across his entire face, and down to his left chin, making it particularly striking and adding a touch of ferocity to his otherwise ordinary face.

The man took a deep breath, extended his hand to Zhang Ying, and forced a slightly stiff smile: "Hello, Mr. Zhang Ying, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Zhao Husheng. I am the deputy head of the Abnormal Handling Department and the captain of Dacang 12 o'clock."

Zhang Ying shook the man's hand and replied, "Hello, Mr. Hu."

Zhao Husheng's smile froze: "My surname is Zhao..."

"Yes, Mr. Hu." Zhang Ying replied without changing his expression.

Zhao Husheng helplessly wiped the sweat from his forehead, forcing an embarrassed smile: "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble. That girl is new and hasn't seen much of the world, so please excuse her."

"There's not much trouble. Relatively speaking, the trouble you've caused is much less than what I've experienced in the past few days," Zhang Ying said with a sigh.

"I won't waste time with pleasantries. Here's the thing," Zhao Husheng said, his smile fading and his expression turning serious. "Our superiors deeply sympathize with your situation. But the truth is, the power you currently possess far exceeds the living standards of a normal human being in society, so we need you to report to our bureau."

Reporting one's strength? Zhang Ying didn't care; after all, a clear conscience fears no accusation.

But what about Li Ziqing? She isn't exactly my power, but she's the source of my power. If I report a fierce monster, I wonder how the Investigation Bureau will react?

"Will completing the reporting process affect my normal life?" Zhang Ying asked in a deep voice.

"Hmm..." Zhao Husheng pondered for a moment, seemingly considering his words, "There is still some impact. After all, for someone like you who is different, it's still too difficult to live a normal life."

"An outcast?" Zhang Ying frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. "Are you talking about me?"

"No, no, no!" Zhao Husheng quickly waved his hands and explained, "I didn't mean to insult you. 'Outcast' is a general term for humans like you who possess strange powers. Although there aren't many of these people, they do exist. It's a general term used in official records."

Zhang Ying sighed, suppressing his displeasure: "Alright, what are the specific impacts?"

Zhao Husheng held up his fingers and listed them one by one: "Including 24-hour surveillance, daily schedule reporting, continuous location tracking, division of action areas, daily psychological counseling, plus a monthly physical examination."

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Zhang Ying immediately slammed his fist on the table, the chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound: "What's the difference between this and house arrest?!"

"Don't get agitated, Mr. Zhang Ying." Zhao Husheng immediately waved his hand, signaling Zhang Ying to calm down. "Of course we know this may restrict your personal freedom, but it's a necessary measure. After all, your existence is too dangerous, and if it gets out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Zhang Ying stared at him coldly without saying a word.

Zhao Husheng paused, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice, saying, "However, if you can't accept this level of supervision, there is actually another way..."