Accompanied by the intense noise of the spinning rotor blades, it wasn’t until Wu Liang was hoisted in mid-air by the safety rope dropped by the helicopter that he realized how seriously the authorities were taking this matter.
Or rather... how seriously Ms. Yang was taking it?
He couldn’t be sure, as he had never seriously investigated Ms. Yang’s status in the official circles during the past half month, but now it seemed she was probably just below Minister Long’s level.
"Wu Liang! When you reach the base for the examination, make sure not to lie! Answer whatever they ask you!" Sister Yang shouted loudly before boarding the helicopter.
But because of the helicopter’s noisy sounds, he couldn’t hear her very clearly.
On the ground, there were many staff members wearing uniform clothing handling the scene, and Jiang Min was safely escorted away by them, so her safety wasn’t a concern.
However, quite a few staff members couldn’t help but vomit for a long time after seeing the village’s devastation.
"Do you think, perhaps we’ve got some psychological issues?" Wu Liang asked Wu Ming, who was hanging beside him in mid-air, somewhat puzzled.
He also realized his problem.
From the initial rage of discovering his parents’ desecrated tomb to the resolute handling of villagers’ corpses and finally the dispassionate interrogation of the Corpse Concealing Ghost.
His emotional adjustment was so rapid that he didn’t even have time to feel compassion for the villagers’ tragic fate or feel disgust for the hellish scene he personally caused.
He had already calmed down.
Wu Liang felt an inexplicable force suppressing his emotions, making him maintain calm at all times.
He had never been so furious before, so he hadn’t noticed this eerie emotional suppression.
Now he was aware of it, this force seemingly came from—the "Ghost Compendium"!
However, after hearing his confusion, the Puppet Ghost disguised as Wu Ming just shrugged and said: "I don’t know, I’m a ghost, what psychological issues could I have? If there’s a problem, it’s yours, don’t drag me into it."
What it said actually made a damn good point!
Fortunately, the Puppet Ghost impersonating Wu Ming took the blame for it, so if any psychological checks need to be done, it’s up to it.
One thing’s for sure, lie detection is absolutely useless against the Puppet Ghost!
Because once it takes on a persona, it completely believes it is that person, otherwise it wouldn’t have promptly replaced the original idea within 24 hours.
No matter how they investigate, they can only find out the psychological profile that was preset for the Puppet Ghost, without any changes whatsoever!
Wu Liang’s expression became serious at this thought.
From the Corpse Concealing Ghost, he had already learned about the existence of his parents being alive, but it only knew of their existence without sensing their exact location.
This left Wu Liang somewhat perplexed.
Could his parents be trapped in some supernatural incident?
At this thought, he couldn’t help but want to quickly return to the official base to find a way to search through the files.
Fortunately, the helicopter provided convenient transport back...
At the Paranormal Handling Department base in the city center of Chengyang City.
In a blue-toned flat house, Wu Liang sat in a chair filled with various electronic equipment connections, a bizarre halo swirling around his head, presenting a blue-white color.
While the surroundings of the area he was in only had various spotlights, the chair seemed unusually isolated in the center of the house.
Directly opposite was a one-way glass interrogation room, inside besides the person controlling the instruments on the chair, there were only four people standing—Minister Long, Sister Yang, and two people who appeared doctor-like, draped in white coats.
They had already interrogated the entire process of the Wangsheng Village incident, and even took out the psychological evaluation report of Wu Liang from the television station office building incident for reference.
Asked him many questions regarding his life and logical thinking.
One white coat picked up the microphone on the table again and continued softly, "Comrade Wu Liang, now we ask you one last question—regarding your brother Wu Ming’s devastating handling in Wangsheng Village, do you have any psychological resistance or physiological discomfort?"
"No, we are merely helping to liberate them."
Wu Liang’s tone was very calm, as if discussing what to eat for dinner tonight.
By the way, he was actually feeling a bit hungry now, since he hadn’t eaten all afternoon.
The people in the glass room carefully observed the halo on his head, which remained blue-white instead of turning red.
After confirming with the technical personnel that there was no malfunction, they exchanged strange glances.
"Truth... isn’t it a bit too normal?" One of the white coats wearing glasses said, then picked up Wu Liang’s resident information file and continued: "Do you know how many people are psychologically sub-healthy according to the official big data statistics since the Supernatural Calamity struck?"
"Oh? How many?" Minister Long evidently showed interest in this topic.
"98%, given the initial two-year massive global population reduction, everyone is left with psychological shadows to some extent, even the Awakened are no exception."
Minister Long merely nodded at this.
Especially those in their Paranormal Handling Department, dealing with supernatural incidents for long periods, not saying they develop psychological illnesses, but at least they feel some suppression.
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"The remaining 2% are either with brain dementia or have suffered from amnesia due to accidents, unable to participate in checks normally."
Having said that, he opened Wu Liang’s file and tossed it onto the table: "And Comrade Wu Liang and his brother Wu Ming, both have a completely healthy psychological evaluation!"
"Isn’t this a good thing?" Sister Yang seemed puzzled, only feeling it was good that the Wu brothers didn’t have twisted mentality due to excessive killing behavior.
"It is a good thing, but not normal! Do you understand?" The white coat said with some excitement.
"Wu Liang—lost his parents five years ago in an accident, suffered long-term humiliation living under his aunt’s roof, was a lonely and unpopular figure at school, and even his colleagues at the TV station said he never participated in group activities."
He recounted the information on the table.
"Under such a growth environment, an hour ago he watched his brother smash over a hundred bodies into meat piles, all of whom were people he knew, yet he maintained a completely healthy mental state."
"Do you think that’s reasonable for a normal person? Is it possible!"
Another white coat chimed in: "And his brother too—kidnapped at a young age, searched for years for their biological parents only to receive news of their deaths, and even had his face disfigured by a Fierce Ghost."
"Given these experiences, if the two brothers sought revenge on society, I’d find it completely reasonable!"
"But when I asked him just now how it felt to destroy those hundred corpses that were like living people, he replied—his hand felt a bit sore!"
At this point, the white coat’s tone noticeably became somewhat uneasy, as he excitedly said:
"What’s more, Wu Ming is a Polluter, his mind being influenced by Fierce Ghosts, yet he still maintains a complete healthy state, making him perfect research material..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire glass room shattered into rubble, startling everyone into a shiver.
The two white coats directly fell to the ground in shock, teeth trembling, as they looked at Minister Long holding an open-eyed Magic Cube.
They suddenly realized that their emotions had gotten too agitated earlier.
They went as far as to utter a forbidden word!
Minister Long’s eyes flashed a hint of red, and he said, word by word:
"He is a Symbiont, and I don’t want to hear anyone call us—Pol!lut!ers!"
"Even if you’re from the research institute."
"It’s not allowed..."