Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 693 The Truth is...
"crunch-"

The clanging sound of the iron gate opening was particularly jarring.

The room was almost unfurnished, with rough cement walls on all four sides and a single, flickering, dim light bulb overhead.

In the center of the room stood a cold iron chair, and on the chair, a disheveled woman was handcuffed.

She may have originally had a beautiful face and a graceful figure, but now her face is covered with dried and fresh bloodstains, her lips are cracked and swollen, and her eyes are bruised and purple.

His thin clothes were torn to shreds, and his exposed skin was covered with whip marks, burns, and bruises. Some wounds were still bleeding slightly, clearly indicating that he had been subjected to severe torture for several hours.

The man who walked in was none other than... Du Changle.

He walked slowly to the woman, his leather shoes making a soft "tap-tap" sound on the cold cement floor.

He stopped, bent down slightly, and extended his plump hand adorned with a gold ring. With his fingertips, he gently lifted the woman's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"How pitiful... Look at how badly he's injured."

What a beautiful face, what tender skin! Now it's all ruined. Even if you can go out again, which customer would dare to order you? Your life is over.

The woman was forced to tilt her head back, her unfocused eyes filled with extreme fear, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her teeth chattering.
"I...I'm telling the truth...Please...let me go...I've told you everything I know..."

Du Changle's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes were as cold as frost.

"Truth? Hehehe... According to your truth, you three bitches went to provide a special 'treatment service' for the unconscious Warden Qian Huan that day?"
You took turns 'treating' him three times, and then, miraculously, Qian Huan woke up?

The woman blinked her swollen eyes with difficulty, blood mingling with tears, and answered with difficulty:
"Yes...that's right...Warden Qian...really woke up...after we...served him..."

Du Changle stared intently into the woman's eyes, and the fear in them seemed genuine.

He frowned slightly:
"Okay, then tell me about your specific treatment process, in detail, don't leave out any details!"

The woman seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and with a hoarse, almost cracking voice, she began to describe in broken sentences:
“Yes…it’s like this…that day, we went to that villa as instructed…and then, we were led into that bedroom…it was a bit dark inside, and there was a large fish tank…and then, I…I took off my clothes…and climbed into the fish tank…he…he was in the water…”

(19,999 words omitted here.)
Du Changle listened patiently to the woman's description, his anger flaring even more. He gritted his teeth and said:
"That's it. This is the treatment you mentioned. Think back carefully. Is there anything wrong with it? Is there anything that feels different from what you've experienced before?"

The woman trembled at his outburst of rage, and after racking her brains, she cautiously uttered a few words:
"Yes...it was a little different...I...I felt...especially...and a little...dizzy...like walking on clouds..."

(P.S.: I was dizzy and my memory was confused because I took the pills Li Hanyu gave me afterward.)
Du Changle thought the other party was finally going to reveal some crucial information, but what he heard was an even more unbearable answer, and his last bit of patience was completely exhausted.

"Hehe...you like feeling dizzy, huh?"

Du Changle chuckled sinisterly twice, straightened up, and coldly ordered his subordinates beside him:

"Come on, give her some real stuff, let her remember it all, inject her with truth serum!"

Upon hearing this, the subordinate quickly opened a silver combination lock box next to him. Inside, it was chillingly cold, and neatly arranged were several syringes filled with transparent liquid and specially made long needles.

He skillfully took out a needle, expelled the air, and the tip of the needle gleamed coldly in the dim light.

When the woman saw the injection, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she struggled violently, shaking the iron chair so hard it rattled.

Two minutes later, the screams gradually weakened and eventually turned into unconscious whimpers.

The woman's eyes became unfocused and dazed. She slumped in the iron chair as if she were suffering from a severe hangover, her head tilted to one side, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes rolled upwards uncontrollably, revealing large areas of white.

Du Changle bent down, whispered in the woman's ear:
"Tell me what happened in that house that day?"

woman:".……"

(Another 24,787 words are omitted here.)
The truth serum was quite effective; the woman's response was nearly 5000 words longer than before, with a more detailed and vivid description of the entire process.

However, as she narrated, Du Changle's face grew increasingly grim and ashen.

He muttered to himself:

"Damn it, this woman is telling the truth. Could it be that Qian Huan really woke up because they treated him?"
"Impossible... This is completely without scientific basis."

To verify that the problem wasn't with the truth serum, Du Changle injected the same dose of truth serum into two other women who were being held in two other secret rooms and were also participating in the "treatment."

After several hours of interrogation, three statements were obtained.

Aside from slight differences in word count due to individual expressive abilities and the details of their experiences, the core plot points and key moments are remarkably consistent, forming a strange mutual corroboration.

"Could it be that Qian Huan really woke up because of this little bit of stimulation?!"

Du Changle shuddered as he looked at the woman, who had become mentally impaired.

He wouldn't dare use this testimony to taint the senator's eyes, unless he also wanted to appear as a foolish woman.

Councilor Wang hates two things the most: disobedient subordinates and brainless idiots who are incompetent.

Du Changle murmured to himself:

"At the very least, I need a scientific verification from a professional."

Thinking of this, he turned to his subordinate beside him and said:

"Have the medical staff around Qian Huan been caught yet?"

The subordinate quickly replied:
“These three women were easy to catch, but Qian Huan’s medical staff stayed in his villa, and we never found an opportunity to make a move.”

No sooner had the subordinate finished speaking than hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

Another subordinate pushed open the door and came in, a hint of excitement on his face, and said:

“The opportunity has come. Several medical staff have just left Qian Huan’s villa, heading back to the city. Our people have already secretly followed them.”

This unexpected good news was actually thanks to the explosion at the villa next door.

Because of the incidents that happened in the villa next to Li Hanyu's villa, and the villa two doors down, people in her villa were also in a state of panic.

Nonsense! If your neighbor's house exploded, and the house next to that exploded, a whole bunch of people died, wouldn't you panic?
If it only happens once, professional medical staff might not panic, but if it happens twice in a row, even the most professional medical staff would not dare to stay any longer.

If it happened again, statistically speaking, which villa would be most likely to become the crime scene?

The medical staff made their decision with their toes and left Li Hanyu's villa one after another.

Despite Li Hanyu's repeated attempts to persuade them to stay, she ultimately refrained from resorting to any extreme measures, including sending a car to escort them away.

then…….
About an hour later.

Two medical staff members, dressed in white coats and looking shaken, were "invited" to Du Changle's temporary interrogation point.

Compared to his treatment of the three women, Du Changle was much more polite to these two "professionals" on the surface, at least he didn't resort to violence right away.

But after a series of "friendly" inquiries, and receiving only vague answers such as "Warden Qian's awakening is a medical miracle" and "it may be related to continuous nerve stimulation," Du Changle lost patience. Two more cold doses of truth serum were injected into the bodies of these two professionals.

Soon, Du Changle received the most honest assessment from professional medical staff.

The general idea is that there are complex neural connections within the male physiological structure.

When higher cerebral cortex functions are suppressed or dormant due to trauma or other reasons, it is indeed possible that strong and continuous stimulation of lower reflexes can reversely activate or awaken some higher brain functions.

This is an atypical and extremely rare phenomenon of neurological function recovery.

Strictly speaking, Qian Huan's condition involved cerebellar stimulation of the brain, which has medical precedents.

Although the probability is extremely small, it is based on medical evidence.

Du Changle didn't want to question the doctor's professional judgment, especially the doctor who injected the truth serum, but he still couldn't quite accept this explanation.

Most importantly, he felt that Councilor Wang would certainly not accept this explanation.

Seeing the changing expressions on Du Changle's face, the subordinate beside him cautiously asked:
"Should we report to the congressmen like this?"

Du Changle glared at his subordinate and muttered under his breath:

"Idiot, do you want to die?"

The subordinates were so frightened that they fell silent and dared not utter another word.

Du Changle's face darkened, and he took several deep breaths:
"It seems that neither of these two paths will work, so we can only find the answer through Feng Mu."

He paused for a moment, then turned to his subordinates:

"Have you sent someone to keep an eye on Feng Mu?"

The subordinate quickly nodded:

"Yes, there have been people secretly watching outside the Second Prison."

He came out this morning, went to Emerald Garden, stayed for less than half an hour, and then returned to the Second Prison. He hasn't come out since.

Du Changle was somewhat wary of Feng Mu, but he couldn't reveal this wariness to anyone else.

He pondered for a moment and said coldly:

"Here's what you do: take a few people to the Second Prison, be friendly, and invite them here politely, in the name of a councilor. Make up your own reasons."

The subordinates didn't understand why they had to be so polite to a mere prison guard.

Just go directly to the Second Prison and take him away. Does he dare to resist?

But he dared not disobey Du Changle's orders and could only do as they were given.

Watching his subordinates leave to carry out their orders, Du Changle still felt uneasy.

He looked down, pulled an encrypted phone out of his pocket, quickly typed a text message, and sent it.

During this time, he had secretly transferred another team of [White Masks] from the Hidden Sect.

Although this team is not as obedient and easy to use as the previous one, and is even somewhat difficult to control in some aspects, its overall combat power is much stronger than the previous team.

This is his hidden trump card.

Even though Feng Mu is not as simple as he seems on the surface, as long as he carefully avoids the martial arts school behind him, plus the fact that he is a councilor... Hmph—, he is truly doomed this time.

.......
Li Xiang stood before the charred ruins, clutching several autopsy reports in his hand, his brows furrowed deeply.

"It shouldn't be."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and filled with confusion.

Li Xiang keenly sensed that something was amiss; he had known Bai Ye for quite some time.

As a member of the police station's "family," Li Xiang knew Bai Ye quite well. In his memory, Bai Ye was never a person with strong principles or who would adhere to professional ethics.

On the contrary, within the other party's professional field, their bottom line is always very flexible.

Otherwise, how could the police have "smoothly" solved so many difficult and complicated cases in the past?
Chang Erbing couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Could it be that he turned over a new leaf after going to prison? Is the educational effect of prison really that strong?"

Li Xiang ignored Chang Erbing's complaints and lowered his head again to review the report word by word.

If it were merely a corpse exhibiting "unexpected" characteristics, he might consider the possibility of a low-probability event.

But what about six corpses...?
Li Xiang took a deep breath, carefully folded the report, and stuffed it into his pocket. Two judgments vaguely surfaced in his mind:

"There are two possibilities: one is that Bai Ye is passively avoiding responsibility."

He may have sensed that the case was complicated, so he chose what he thought was the safest approach, believing that this would extricate himself from the situation and prevent him from getting into trouble.

But if that's really what he thinks, then he's truly incredibly stupid.

So, is Bai Ye really that stupid?

Li Xiang, however, found it difficult to judge this point.

Because in his past impression, Bai Ye was indeed prone to making mistakes and being cunning, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up in prison back then.

"Another possibility is that Bai Ye received some kind of instruction and had to do this, hoping that the case would be classified as an accident?"

Whom was he trying to protect? Could it be that he knew the secrets behind these accidents?

Thinking of this, Li Xiang's eyes lit up, and he said to Chang Erbing:
"Let's go back to the police station immediately. I want to question Bai Ye myself."

Chang Erbing immediately nodded and turned to signal the constables waiting nearby to bring the car over.

While waiting for the vehicle, Chang Erbing's gaze swept over the ruins of the villa, which still smelled of burning, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Captain Li, have you found any leads?"

Li Xiang had nothing to hide from Chang Erbing. He took out a transparent evidence bag from his coat pocket, inside which was a palm-sized piece of charred black stone.

Chang Erbing subconsciously took the evidence bag, examined it carefully against the light for a while, and a suspicious look appeared on his face:

"Captain Li, is there anything special about this stone? It just looks like ordinary construction rubble."

(End of this chapter)