Chapter 248

"Yes, we allow it."

The voice of the old man from before sounded. "But don't forget to search for Planet Peace. If you can communicate with it, communicate with it first. If you can't … try to find a bug in its logic and then try to seal it. "

"Ha."

Ichiro Kenike bowed slightly and lowered his head.

The surrounding projections dissipated.

On the way back, they took the same elevator.

It was the same experience, but this time, they pressed from the first floor to the top floor.

After waiting for a while, Ichiro Kenike pressed 9, 5, 2, and 7.

When the elevator doors opened again, they were back in the sixth class of the Public Security Bureau.

"Please wait a moment. We've received the news and are currently transporting the prisoners."

When they came out, there were already support staff waiting at the elevator door.

"Okay, let's go to the 'testing ground.'"

On the way to the testing ground, Ichiro Kenike sent the others away and said, "Ask if you have any questions."

Looking at the back of the man in front of her, Wangyue Lin frowned slightly. "Are those guys from above?"

"Yes, there are all kinds of people. Highly intelligent geniuses, politicians, monasteries, merchants, shrines, and so on. There are a total of 19 people. If they die, the reserve will replace them. If they are all wiped out, there will be 19 of the same 20 reserve members in the decision-making team. "

Ichiro Kenike smiled. "It's like the legendary nineteen levels of hell."

After a few seconds of silence, Wangyue Lin said, "If it wasn't for the country and the world, but purely for power, they wouldn't have allowed the existence of the reserve team. But why … "

"Why do you get the feeling that they care more about Planet Peace?"

Ichiro Kenike smiled. "They are indeed wholeheartedly thinking about the country, humanity, and the future of the entire planet. They have long since disregarded their own life and death. But … "

"But?"

"Everyone has a suitable price tag. Money, power, beautiful women, handsome men — they don't lack any of these. So what price tag do you think can move them? "

"Live."

"Bingo ~ But there's no reward."

Ichiro Kenike sneered. "If there's no hope, of course they'll be detached and only think about the world.

"Of course, they're also thinking about the world now. But if there's a chance to escape the shackles of the shadow of death in this desperate world, who would want to miss this opportunity?

"It just so happens that they only need a little willfulness of power to get this chance. At the very least, they have a better chance than 99.99% of the people. "

He shrugged. "But it doesn't matter. Everyone has their own selfish motives. It's good enough that they can consider the survival of the world."

We're here. " "We're here.

Kenchi Ichiro changed the topic. It was obvious that he did not want to talk about it anymore.

Mochizuki Rin didn't ask again and just silently remembered this matter.

Later, she would tell her husband how much he was valued by the higher-ups.

After all, in her mind, this might be like a fish on a chopping block.

Those big shots who were about to be driven mad by the real side of the world might "divide and eat" Mister up like a piece of meat.

They would, but they would be. "Master". "Master".

Even if Mr. Lin proved that he was not a freak, those people would rather kill the wrong person than let him go.

"Even if Master proves that he's not an anomaly, they'll probably kill the wrong person."

"But I don't want to think about that now. I need to figure out the trigger conditions for the anomaly to kill, then go back and tell Master everything."

She followed Ichiro Kenike to a room.

Fujima was already waiting here.

He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. When he saw Ichiro Kenike come in, he straightened up reflexively.

"Probably because of respect …" Wangyue Lin guessed.

"Where's Yoshi?"

Ichiro Kenike frowned slightly when he saw that only Fujima was here.

"He's spending money to find a woman."

Ichiro Kenike was dissatisfied for a moment when he heard Fujima's answer.

But soon, he sighed and his anger disappeared. "Forget it. Let's ignore him for now."

The fact that the Spirit Controllers wouldn't be able to live long was probably something that they themselves could guess.

There was nothing wrong with venting their emotions. At least they weren't committing a crime.

He began to explain the situation to Wangyue Lin, who was constantly looking around.

"Wangyue, the room next door is the test room. The prisoner will be taken there. Then we'll have another prisoner pretending to be a police officer trigger his malice to see if he dies. The same test will be conducted in various locations throughout Japan at the same time. "

Ichiro Kenike pointed at the handsome guy in a white lab coat who was walking over. "He's Minamoto Junji, the person in charge of this test. Don't be fooled by his appearance. He's also a Spirit Controller, and his ability is to see through other people's current thoughts.

"But this guy's a decent person. Everyone likes him."

It wasn't a memory, but a temporary thought … but Wangyue Lin still frowned reflexively.

Minamoto Junji explained, "I have to take off these special glasses to 'see' after I'm possessed by Yoshi. Don't worry, I won't use it on you."

Wangyue Lin nodded silently, but she still tried to control her thoughts and not think about things related to Master.

But no matter how hard she tried, all she could think about was Master's face …

She could only try to control herself from thinking about Master's extraordinary side. She could only think about the scenes of their daily interactions.

But Ichiro Kenike didn't care about that.

He said to Minamoto Junji, "You can start."

Minamoto Junji nodded, looked at the one-way glass, and took off his glasses.

Then, a light blue, translucent Yoshi appeared out of thin air and covered his body.

On the other side of the glass, the prisoner on death row who was undergoing the test was more relaxed.

He had already been informed that as long as he cooperated and answered a few questions, he could be sentenced to 20 years in prison. Then, after seven or eight years, he could be released on parole.

Soon, the door opened, and a man in a police uniform walked in.

He was another prisoner on death row.

The higher-ups had promised him that as long as he followed the instructions and talked to this prisoner, he could be sentenced to a prison term.

Of course, he couldn't expose the fact that he wasn't a police officer.

So he walked over to the man and sat down in front of him. He flipped through the notebook in his hand like a police officer interrogating a prisoner. "Junichi Jijima, 31 years old, once killed the owner's family of five because of a burglary, am I right?"

The man opposite him nodded. "That's right."

The fake police officer asked again, "Do you regret what you did back then?"

The prisoner continued to nod. "I regret it very much. If I could do it all over again, I definitely wouldn't do it."

The fake police officer said, "Is there anything you want to say to the victim's family?"

The prisoner's expression was numb. "I'm very sorry that I did such an unforgivable thing and caused trouble for everyone. I'm really … very sorry."

"He's lying. He has no thoughts of repentance at all, and he's even laughing at the police and that family in his heart."

In the next room, Minamoto Junji's expression was cold.

He walked up to the microphone and said, "Tell him that the test is over, thank him for his cooperation, and that he will be executed in an hour."

Ichiro Kenike, Wangyue Lin, Fujima, and the other people present didn't stop him.

Minamoto Junji could "see" what people were thinking.

Also, he was a decent person with a sense of justice, and he wasn't inflexible and flexible.

If he said that the man hadn't repented, then that must be it.

A damned unrepentant death row convict — if he died, then so be it.

If the higher-ups asked about it in the future, they could just say that it was an accident.

No one would pursue this kind of person.

As long as they said a word, the media wouldn't dare to report it.

The fake police officer behind the one-way glass was stunned for a moment, then he repeated Minamoto Junji's words.

The prisoner opposite him was also stunned, then he started to curse and struggle in agitation.

The people on the other side of the glass only watched quietly.

Minamoto Junji laughed coldly. "This kind of trash should just die early."

He closed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "This guy's head is full of shit right now. I don't want to see it anymore."

"Yeah, thanks for your hard work." Ichiro Kenike patted him on the shoulder.

Being able to see other people's thoughts meant that he was able to face the darkness in other people's hearts.

Especially when most people's thoughts were different from what they did in reality.

If it was someone with a slightly more extreme personality, they might have taken the path of "the filthy creatures that are humans must be destroyed" and taken the path of moronic idiocy.

Or he might think that he could see other people's thoughts like a god.

But Minamoto Junji was able to stick to his bottom line and conscience. Unless it was necessary for work, he would never look at other people's thoughts.

This was also the reason why Minamoto Junji was respected and liked by everyone.

Back to the main topic.

After waiting for ten minutes, the death row convict still hadn't died.

None of the death row convicts who were tested all over the country died — the information had already been sent to the Tokyo headquarters through the fax machine.

Ichiro Kenike scratched his head. "Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

Wangyue Lin said coldly, "It can't be wrong."

Sir could not be wrong, she was sure of it.

Ichiro Kenike didn't say anything. He only said to Minamoto Junji, "Then let's leave it at that."

"Yeah." Minamoto Junji nodded and put on his glasses. "Send these two bastards back."

He sighed. "It's a pity. Otherwise, we could just kill them and say that it was an accident."

"No, if we don't respect the law, then the other Spirit Controllers won't follow it either." Ichiro Kenike shook his head and rejected his idea. "Besides, if we cross that line, we'll all become depraved."

The bottom line of a person's heart was actually quite low.

Once they crossed that line and realized that nothing was wrong, then people would continuously lower their bottom line.

Until there was no bottom line.

Especially for people like them who possessed supernatural powers and didn't have much lifespan left. If they crossed the bottom line, it would be too harmful to society.

But Minamoto Junji didn't respond.

Ichiro Kenike suddenly felt that something was wrong. He suddenly turned around!

He saw Minamoto Junji holding his head with both hands and then forcefully …

His head was separated from his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain.