Under One Person: Since I am alone, I can dominate the world

"As a director of the company, I am naturally qualified to raise questions. However, you are a master from Mount Longhu. It is a bit too much for you to interfere in my internal affairs, which are well-known..."

Before he could finish his words, the heavy rosewood chair under his butt that was creaking suddenly exploded with a bang, and his whole body was forced to kneel on the ground and crawl on the ground due to the sudden increase in the sense of oppression.

"Is there something?"

"Don't you realize the current situation? Do you really think this is just a game?"

"Even if I want to take care of it, what can you do about it?"

Zhang Taichu said calmly, without making a single move from beginning to end. He only relied on the pressure from the soul level to disrupt Bi Youlong's own Qi, causing him to kneel in front of everyone involuntarily.

Bi Youlong, who was pinned to the ground, couldn't utter a word at this moment. His eyes were filled with intense fear. He felt that he was instantly shrouded in the shadow of death. If he resisted again, he would die instantly on the spot!

"Master, Lao Bi has always been like this. Please be more tolerant."

Zhao Fangxu spoke at this time, and pleaded with Zhang Taichu respectfully, his face showing reluctance, but in fact, he felt that the smile on the corner of his mouth was harder to suppress than AK.

"It's really a real person who is so powerful. I even want to kneel down and sing "Only a real person is good in the world" for you."

As he thought about this, he felt more confident than ever before, and his little tail was almost raised to the sky.

Bi Youlong, who has been wrestling with him overtly and covertly for power for many years, has never been a fuel-efficient lamp, but in the face of the absolute gap in strength, all plots and tricks failed, and he was pinned down without even being able to say a word. On the ground!

This feeling... is so great!

Zhang Taichu did not say anything. With just a thought, the surging energy that filled the place disappeared in an instant.

Bi Youlong was kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with his hands. After the pressure was released, he suddenly broke out in a sweat. He knew that if it lasted another ten seconds, he would probably lose his strength and collapse to the ground under the pressure, losing all his face.

His face was pale, and he stood up in a very embarrassed manner. He patted the dust off his body with his hands, suppressed the hatred in his heart, lowered his head and said nothing.

The other directors standing by were in perfect sync, staring at each other without saying a word, making it impossible to guess what they were thinking.

Zhao Fangxu spoke again at this time: "There is a traitor among the company's top management. This is definitely not what I want to see, but since there is this possibility, we must find out."

"I also know that this matter is somewhat difficult to handle, so I will take this opportunity today to thoroughly resolve it under the witness of all the high priests. Otherwise, the longer the night, the more trouble there will be, and there may be more variables."

At this point, the heavy door of the conference hall suddenly opened, and then a strange-looking instrument was pushed in by several assistants. It looked like a high-tech chair.

"This is a confession bench and can be understood as an absolutely accurate lie detector."

"Next, I would like to ask several directors to cooperate, including me of course."

Zhao Fangxu said this, then turned around and walked straight towards the wide bench. Without waiting for the other directors to speak, he sat down.

After a few clicking sounds, several silver metal bracelets fixed him in place, and a strange-looking silver helmet imprisoned his skull.

"Director Zhao, what are you..." Vice Director Huang Boren hesitated to speak.

Zhao Fangxu said, "I'll set an example first, starting with me, and everyone will come one after another... It's just a few simple questions, very quick."

As he spoke, he nodded to Xu San, who was in charge of operating the instrument, and signaled to start.

The next moment, as the chair started to move, a stream of Qi light lit up from the machine pipe, emitting a buzzing, extremely subtle machine roar.

After confirming that the machine was operating properly, Xu San began to ask questions according to the content he had prepared in advance.

Although the "Confession Bench" can accurately identify abnormalities when the person being questioned is lying, there is still a possibility that it can be evaded, which is the loopholes in the language logic.

So in the following time, Xu San patiently asked the questions that he had prepared in advance on the densely packed A4 paper. Even if it was just one question, he would often explain it in several ways and compare it with the answer given by Zhao Fangxu to make sure it was correct.

About twenty minutes later, as the machine was turned off, the bracelet was released and Zhao Fangxu stood up unharmed, but with a look of fatigue in his eyes.

"Chairman, you have passed the test of confession and leniency," said Xu San.

Zhao Fanxu nodded, smoothed the collar of his suit, and said to the people around him: "Everyone has seen it. This is how the stool works, so I hope that the next few directors can cooperate. It's just a few words that are not harmful."

Hearing this, the faces of several directors were more or less gloomy and reluctant. They thought that even if they were not the traitors, they still had to endure the doubts and accept the questioning on the wide bench - this was clearly an insult to them!

"That's enough, Mr. Zhao. I guess you are just doubting me. I will prove my innocence in front of everyone!"

Bi Youlong said with a gloomy look, walked to the chair, and then sat down without hesitation, looking open and aboveboard, without any fear at all.

Xu San and Zhao Fangxu exchanged glances, and after getting the latter's permission, he turned on the instrument.

Following a fluctuation of energy, a hint of confusion emerged in Bi Youlong's eyes, which was a sign that his soul power was disturbed.

Xu San asked him the questions written on the paper in the same way, and the latter answered them truthfully.

The process was very smooth and the machine did not issue any alarms.

After a while, as the machine turned off, Bi Youlong stood up. After his eyes regained clarity, he looked at Zhao Fangxu coldly, without saying a word, and went straight back to his seat.

The other directors looked at each other, and without hesitation, they sat down on the wide bench one after another and began to accept questioning.

As time passed, the eyes of everyone in the venue were focused on the person sitting in the chair. Until everyone completed the test, the machine did not sound an alarm.

At this moment, the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

"Now all the directors have undergone the test. It is obvious that they are all good. There is no so-called traitor, haha. This is a good thing, a good thing, haha." A kind-faced old man spoke up to smooth things over.

At this moment, Bi Youlong sneered and said, "I have already said that no one at the top of the company would do such a dirty thing as colluding with thieves, ha ha ha."

"Director Zhao, I hope you can give us a satisfactory explanation after this storm has passed."

There was still a look of unconvinced on his face, but he didn't dare say anything too harsh, for fear that Zhang Taichu would be unhappy and make him kneel on the ground again.

The other directors didn't speak, but their expressions were a little ugly.

But there was no panic on Zhao Fangxu's face. Instead, he looked at the information recorded by Xu San, snorted coldly, and took it to Zhang Taichu again. He muttered a few words in a low voice, then stood up and turned to Bi Youlong, saying in a bad tone: "Director Bi, I also have questions, and I want you to give me a satisfactory explanation."

Bi Youlong was stunned, and said in a deep voice: "You can ask whatever you want. I have already sat on the bench for confession. Do you still have any doubts?"

Zhao Fangxu's expression remained unchanged, he just asked calmly: "I want to ask Director Bi, are you mentally ill?"

Are you mentally ill?

As soon as these words were spoken, confusion appeared on the faces of everyone present. It took them a while to react. What exactly did Mr. Zhao mean by mental illness?

Even Bi Youlong's face froze, and then his eyes burst into rage. He stomped his foot on the ground and slammed the table. "Zhao Fangxu, what are you doing? Are you targeting me? Are you treating me like a three-year-old kid?"

"Mental illness? You said I'm mentally ill? I think you're the one who's asking that question!"

His mouth trembled with anger, feeling extremely insulted.

Even the other directors on the side had their lips twitching, feeling that Director Zhao was indeed a little weird today.

Zhao Fangxu said in a deep voice: "There is only one bench for confession, but for everyone's problem, it was finalized after being drafted by many parties, just to ensure that there is no mistake and make an accurate judgment."

"I can also say that everyone's answers are perfect, including Mr. Bi. Every word you said is true, and among these truths, there is not a single detail that reveals any connection with Qu Tong of Yaoxing Society."

Hearing this, the confusion on everyone's faces became even more intense.

Since it has been confirmed that there is nothing wrong with Bi Youlong's answer, why should it be related to mental illness?

Zhao Fangxu changed the subject and asked, "But what if you, Director Bi, are just saying some self-righteous truths?"

"To be honest, I had already started investigating when I began to suspect that there was an insider in the company. Of course, no one knew about this."

"The investigation involves secretly collecting all directors' daily schedules, including but not limited to small details like eating and dressing."

"Please forgive me here. Maybe I did something wrong in this regard, but... I did find some suspicious signs in it."

"Director Bi, perhaps you yourself are not aware that the state you display at certain moments is slightly different from your usual state. Although this difference is only a very subtle point, it is worthy of my attention."

"Eating, dressing, catchphrases, hobbies... In the previous questions, some seemingly irrelevant life issues have appeared. Your answers are also completely consistent with the behavior of a normal person. However, all of this is different from the records obtained during the previous surveillance of you."

Xu San, who was standing at the side, also started to explain at this time: "That's true. Let me give you an example. On August 11th, Director Zhao, after dinner, you left the company. What did you do?"

"Regarding this question, you answered that you exercised in the gym until late at night. Well, it is indeed a good hobby. There is no problem with it. Your answer also passed the test of honesty and leniency, which means you did not lie. There is no problem with that either."

“The problem is that this doesn’t tally with what the company is privately monitoring.”

"The records are definitely correct. On August 11, Director Zhao, you must have gone to the Red Romantic Massage Shop at No. 120, North Tiantang Road. You stayed up all night and spent more than 170,000 yuan."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present had a more or less strange look on their faces.

Zhang Chulan couldn't hold back any more and burst out laughing: "One hundred and seventy thousand, haha, did Director Bi fight all night? Oh my god, there really are such strong people in the world, I've learned something new!"

Zhang Chulan laughed and complained softly to Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing beside him.

However, this "tiny" sound was very clear in the silent scene, and Bi Youlong's face suddenly showed a murderous look. He stared at Xu San and said with gritted teeth: "Slander, this is naked slander. Xu San, you are going to team up with Zhao Fangxu to deal with me!"

"I have already passed the test of the lenient bench. This is an indisputable fact! It was you who came up with the idea for this bench, and it is you who are questioning it now. What on earth do you want to do?"

"Damn it! How could I possibly be the kind of man who would go to that filthy place and spend $170,000!"

As Bi Youlong spoke, his eyes turned red and he pounded the table hard with his fist, looking extremely embarrassed.

Xu San pushed up his glasses and said slowly, "Of course you are not that kind of man. I do believe you, so there is only one reason left - there is nothing wrong with the chair, and your answer is true, but it just doesn't match the facts. So there is only one conclusion - you are mentally ill."

"You are mentally ill, and you are seriously mentally ill to the point where you can't even tell the difference between real and fake memories!"

Bi Youlong's eyes trembled, and he covered his face with his hands. He felt like he was going crazy: "If you want to target me, you have to make up these false evidences. This is to destroy my reputation!"

Xu San continued, "The 110 women who had in-depth conversations with you that night have all given their statements. The surveillance cameras in the store can also prove this. More than 200 vaginal discharges with your DNA information were found in the trash can... These are all evidence."

"What I said was just the most likely answer based on the facts—"

Just as these words fell.

Something strange happened in the field, and suddenly a surge of energy appeared!

Chapter 242 Multiple Personalities Caused by Shuangquan Hands; There is a Problem

Zhang Taichu gently stretched out a finger and hooked it towards where Bi Youlong was, releasing a surging soul shock, which made the latter's eyes stunned. The whole person seemed to go crazy, and then he looked up to the sky and roared in pain.

"Ahh-!"

His face was ferocious, and then, white rays of light floated out from the top of his head and transformed into a semi-illusory figure, which looked exactly like him in life, and was the body of a soul.

Zhang Taichu said coldly: "Since the answer is not wrong, then I won't be soft-hearted."

As he spoke, he pressed down slightly with his fingers, and needle-thin streaks of golden light appeared around Bi Youlong and penetrated into his soul mercilessly.

The illusory soul raised its head and roared silently, looking extremely painful. The next moment, a faint red color suddenly appeared in the golden light.

In a very short time, the entire soul was filled with pink light.

"The soul is broken but he doesn't know it, he is patched up like an ugly doll, what a pitiful child."

As Zhang Taichu spoke, he pressed his finger and suppressed the pink soul back into Bi Youlong's body.

Just after his soul returned to his body, Bi Youlong opened his eyes. When he saw Zhang Taichu's smile, there was a visible fear in his eyes. He subconsciously turned around and wanted to escape.

"Director Bi, why are you running? Can you get away?" Zhang Taichu spoke with a disdainful tone.

The latter's body froze as if completely restrained by an invisible barrier. Even if he tried his best, he still couldn't move an inch.

"Tai, Master Taichu, what happened just now? My head hurts so much, and I haven't recovered yet. Can you let me go back and rest first?"

"Bi Youlong" covered the back of his head and looked painful, but his tone was respectful, though his voice seemed a little sharp.

All this fell into the eyes of everyone, and they immediately realized that something was wrong with the other party.

"In just a matter of breaths, there was something strange about Director Bi. I can't tell what was going on." Zhang Chulan said in a low voice.

Ma Xianhong, who was standing beside him, said in a deep voice: "It was the micro-expressions and micro-movements that changed all of a sudden, and he looked like two different people."

Zhang Taichu said: "One body, but two souls. When did Qu Tong put you into Bi Youlong's body? What a brilliant move."

As soon as these words were spoken, "Bi Youlong"'s face changed instantly, his throat trembled so much that he couldn't utter a word. He didn't expect that his disguise could be seen through so easily!

Xu San, who was standing at the side, also added, "The memory of a person's soul is the most mysterious, so even if one confesses, there is no guarantee that everything will go well. Director Bi also successfully passed the test of the chair and answered the questions set by the company correctly, which also means that he has a conflict with his real self."

"So all this can only prove that what he thought was not real."

"He has long ceased to be his pure self. He is not Bi Youlong at all. He just has an empty body."

It was not until Xu San finished explaining that all the big guys and masters in the field realized what Zhao Fangxu had meant by mental illness. At the same time, they felt a sense of fear in their hearts. They had not expected the result to be like this!

Bi Youlong, the vice-president of Nadutong, was turned into a mental patient by Qu Tong without any notice. He lurked in the company and became a so-called traitor!

When they thought of this, they all felt a chill on their backs, and an idea emerged involuntarily - as high-level figures of various sects, is it possible that they, like Bi Youlong, had been influenced by Qu Tong's methods at some point in time and had also become mentally ill with multiple personalities?

Zhang Taichu spoke at this time: "The reason why I gathered everyone here today is, on the one hand, to resolve this matter."

"Qu Tong has a pair of hands that can easily distort a person's memory and soul. Everyone has seen Bi Youlong's situation. Next, I will use my methods to help everyone verify their own situation. The process may be painful, but I can only say... I'm sorry for the offense."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up, and without waiting for the more than one hundred leaders of various sects present to react, he stretched out a palm, and a strong golden light appeared on his palm, which turned into more than one hundred thin threads, connecting with all the people present at the same time.

The next moment, a golden light like flames appeared in his eyes.

The golden light surged, carrying with it a majestic soul force, instantly filling the entire conference hall and pressing down on the more than one hundred family elders from various major sects.

Everyone in the field was shocked at this moment. When faced with the crisis, they subconsciously resisted, driving their own soul power to resist the erosion of Zhang Taichu's spirit.