Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Chapter 96 A Life Sold

From the moment the group entered, Li Guogong maintained a passive and uncooperative attitude.

Only after hearing those words did a look of hesitation appear on his face.

However, this hesitation lasted only a moment before it quickly disappeared.

He said with a straight face, "I just want to find a new partner, I don't know anything else."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Lang gestured with his right hand, and a sheet of drawing paper appeared out of thin air in his hand: "What is this?"

Li Guogong was startled and quickly reached behind him, only to find that his drawing paper had vanished.

Jiang Lang shook the drawing paper: "This must be what the old lady looked like when she was young, right? You really are a womanizer, looking for a partner and you're so curious about what she looked like when she was young."

Li Guogong narrowed his eyes but remained silent.

Jiang Lang continued, "Actually, I'm curious. You know very well that your feelings don't originate from within yourself, and that your thoughts are being dominated by external emotions. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Li Guogong's expression was somewhat unfriendly.

Jiang Lang continued, "Of course, you can willingly be controlled; old people always need some emotional support. But unfortunately, even if you're willing to be controlled, you'll only end up with nothing to show for your efforts."

Li Guogong was losing control of his emotions: "Stop talking!"

Jiang Lang showed no sign of stopping: "Grandma Chu often comes to see you. Aren't you happy, feeling that you are getting closer and closer to success?"

But have you ever considered that what she's looking for is just the shadow of her lover, and she actually hates you, the vessel, to the core?

Given the chance, she would not hesitate to crack open your skull and extract everything about her lover. She wants her lover to live with dignity, and she doesn't care about your life or death at all.

"Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking!"

Li Guogong became increasingly agitated, slamming his fist on the table several times: "Dean Fu, ask them to leave immediately!"

Dean Fu was somewhat embarrassed. As the dean, he was very clear about Li Guogong's situation. Since the Public Security Bureau had sent these two people, he would definitely have to cooperate with the investigation.

But he didn't want anything to happen to Li Guogong, after all, he was a meritorious figure in the vertical clique.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Li Guogong grew even more enraged: "You—"

"Bang!"

Jiang Lang lightly swung his hand, striking Li Guogong on the back of the neck, knocking him down onto the sofa.

He turned to Dean Fu and said, "Dean Fu, please excuse me."

Dean Fu said anxiously, "You two, please don't hurt him!"

Jiang Lang smiled and said, "Don't worry! He's a veteran of the Columnist faction, I know what I'm doing."

"good!"

Dean Fu sighed and hurriedly left the ward.

Bai Zhaoli asked expectantly, "Are you going to use that move on him?"

She sensed it from the beginning; Jiang Lang had been stirring up this person's emotions toward Old Madam Chu, just like what he had done to the worker bee that afternoon.

The worker bee's consciousness was bound by the hive, so the memories it read were very vague.

This time it should succeed.

"Um!"

Jiang Lang nodded, snapped his fingers, and a mirror appeared out of thin air.

Soon a clear image appeared on the mirror. The image was still from a first-person perspective, and the center of the view was a doctor with completely white hair, but still with a gentle and refined demeanor, who was smiling and saying something.

"Professor Lin?"

Bai Zhaoli was somewhat surprised. This memory came from Li Guogong. Judging from the situation, he knew Professor Lin and was quite familiar with him. However, Li Guogong acted as if they were not familiar at all, which was obviously a lie.

The image is so clear; there must be valuable information to be found.

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she saw cracks rapidly spreading across the mirror.

Then————

"Splash!"

The mirror shattered, shattering into pieces all over the floor.

Bai Zhaoli was stunned for a moment: "This—"

Jiang Lang frowned deeply: "Some expert has hidden something in this part of his memory and has been preventing outsiders from spying on it."

Bai Zhaoli asked, "Can I continue studying?"

"It should work!"

Jiang Lang's expression was somewhat grave: "I should be able to demolish it by force; it just depends on whose method is more skillful. But even if we can demolish it, he will definitely be injured, and whether he can wake up is another matter."

Bai Zhaoli hesitated: "Ah—"

Regardless, he was a veteran of the vertical system, and he remained a meritorious figure until the moment he retired.

Although they didn't know how things turned out this way, neither of them had any reason to harm him unless there was concrete evidence proving that he had harmed anyone.

Jiang Lang shook his head, straightened the drawing paper, and placed it on the coffee table.

He then took out a pencil from the bedside table and drew a new portrait on the back of the drawing paper, which was Professor Lin from the previous picture.

After finishing the drawing, he gestured for Bai Zhaoli to leave with him.

Dean Fu was still waiting outside. When he saw the two of them come out, he quickly came to greet them.

Jiang Lang said calmly, "He will wake up in a while. When he does, show him the drawing on the table and tell him that whether he wants to pursue the old lady or avoid being controlled by external forces, I can help him. Let him call me when he has figured it out."

"good!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Dean Fu."

"Not at all!"

Dean Fu sighed, "I'll see you off."

Back in the car.

Bai Zhaoli said with some regret, "It's a bit of a pity."

Jiang Lang smiled and said, "There's nothing to regret. The person who did this is a master. It's not easy to get things done in the first place."

Moreover, we didn't come away empty-handed. This expert was able to fuse two souls so perfectly; he's far more skilled than that chef. He'll definitely meet the requirements of the Azure Vein Domain Lord.

"That's true."

Bai Zhaoli asked with a smile, "Shall we find the next patient?"

Jiang Lang nodded: "Okay!"

I stepped on the gas and headed straight for Linqi District.

Thanks to the police department's powerful information network, Yang Yu found many suspected victims.

However, there aren't many places suitable for visiting.

For example, those at Qingmai Hospital, whose symptoms are neither severe nor mild, and who occasionally experience memory confusion, and who generally hold a high position within Qingmai, are not well-suited to Jiang Lang's methods.

Another point is that those people have already been beaten to it by Bai Jie.

After excluding areas where movement is inconvenient, there are actually only three ideal victims.

One is Li Guogong.

The other two are young people from the Linqi District.

These two young men had many things in common: both came from impoverished families but had received funding from unknown sources, reaching the level required to prepare for university entrance exams for martial arts students. However, both performed poorly and were not admitted.

After failing the exam, he never took it again, and he developed a mental illness that was not serious but quite obvious. He went to the hospital several times but could not be cured.

And they also had something in common: their family circumstances improved considerably after that.

About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in a fairly nice residential area near Linqi.

Seeing that the window was lit, I went straight to the door.

"Bang! Bang!"

"They're here!"

Someone opened the door quickly.

A slightly overweight young man looked at the two people with a puzzled expression: "Who are you two—"

Jiang Lang glanced inside and saw a woman feeding a two- or three-year-old child.

The woman asked curiously, "Honey, who is it?"

Jiang Lang showed the young man his identification and lowered his voice, saying, "Shall we talk in private?"

The young man's expression changed slightly upon seeing the identification, but he still nodded and called out, "Oh!"

The deliveryman said he had a large item he couldn't carry up and needed me to check.

"Oh, then hurry back."

"Dad, hurry back!"

The child also made a soft, babyish sound.

The young man gave a wry smile and went out the door, leading Jiang Lang and the others to the rooftop.

Before Jiang Lang could even ask, he spoke up himself: "You two want to know where that trust fund came from, right?"

"Huh, you knew that?"

Jiang Lang was somewhat surprised; he preferred talking to intelligent people.

The reason this person's family situation has improved is because someone has deposited money into a trust fund for him, and money is deposited into his account on time every month.

However, because the transaction was made in a different bank, Zongxi had no influence at the source bank, so the origin of the money could not be traced.

The young man chuckled self-deprecatingly: "It's not hard to guess! I'm such an ordinary person, it seems like I don't have anything else worth your attention."

Jiang Lang took out a pack of cigarettes he had just bought from a roadside vendor, handed one to the young man, and lit it for him: "Could you explain in more detail?"

"Thanks!"

The young man thanked him and took a deep drag on his cigarette. "There's nothing I can't say. It's just that I don't know if what I'm saying is right. I have a lot of memory loss, so I can only offer my guess."

Jiang Lang hummed in agreement and casually stuffed the remaining cigarettes into the young man's pocket.

He could sense that the young man's soul was clearly missing a piece. It wouldn't affect his life, but it must have caused him a lot of trouble.

This symptom is different from Li Guogong's. Li Guogong had memory confusion, while this one has memory loss.

The young man rubbed his head, looking somewhat pained: "I heard my parents mention before that I received financial aid and then took the martial arts exam, but I can't remember it at all. I'm also very curious about who would sponsor a family like mine, and—do I really have the talent to take the martial arts exam?"

I've asked many people, and that's what they all say.

But I still can't remember anything, and every time I try to recall it, I get a headache.

I tried to relearn what I was supposedly good at, but it turned out to be nothing like that at all. I even went to the black market to test my affinity for decay waves, and the result was zero.

All memories of the funding and the practice are lost; only a bank card registered in my name remains.

I guess—I guess!

My talent has very likely been bought by someone else.

I only told this conjecture to my buddy, and he laughed at me for ages, saying he'd never heard of anything so mysterious.

But I can't find any other explanation besides this.

"Officers, do you believe this?"

When the young man speaks.

Jiang Lang had been observing his expression and was certain that he wasn't lying.

So I smiled and said, "I believe you! Why wouldn't I believe you?"

The young man paused for a moment, then smiled slightly: "You guys are really insightful. I'll make fun of my buddy tomorrow."

Jiang Lang noticed that his eyes were a little red and couldn't help but ask, "There were quite a few people who received funding in that batch, but there were only two like you. It must be because you are so talented that you were able to sell your products."

Do you—don't you feel regret that you could have had a different life?

The young man's face stiffened for a moment, then he gave a self-deprecating laugh: "No regrets, I'm actually quite lucky! My buddy also received financial aid. He got into Qixi University's martial arts program, but he died the year he was about to graduate. I heard the cause of death was a failed new drug. Qixi University compensated him with a very nice burial plot. Tomorrow is the anniversary of his death, and I'm planning to visit him."

Jiang Lang: "————"

In that sense, they were indeed quite lucky.

He calculated the time when the young man took the martial arts exam, and it seemed he was about the same age as himself.