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“I thought he was someone important, but it turns out he used to be a cafeteria worker, and now he’s just a gatekeeper…” Messiah followed behind him, speaking disdainfully.

The figure leading the way trembled again, and then accelerated even further.

Lu Zhao helplessly pressed her hand down, indicating that she didn't need to say anything more.

The original owner was not mistreated here, which can be seen from the few memories that just surfaced. After all, it is a government department, so they would not do anything to mistreat prisoners.

However, because of the public opinion surrounding the original owner's burning of her parents, some ordinary staff members here were very dissatisfied with her, making sarcastic remarks every day, or treating her differently from other prisoners in places that were not visible.

Even the slightest bit of mistreatment is enough to break the heart of a child who has just lost their parents.

Little devils are hard to deal with.

She narrowed her eyes, watching the hurried figure rushing forward, her clenched fingers tightening even more.

Back then, it was because of all this ridicule and sarcasm that the original owner's already unstable mental state worsened.

Think back to that time, Lu Zhao was still a minor. After his parents died unexpectedly, he was also accused of burning his parents to death. Then he was locked up here waiting for trial. Anyone would be mentally unstable in that situation.

And these same people, during her most difficult time, continued to mock and ridicule her, reopening her wounds to criticize and wrong her...

Lu Zhao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the overwhelming sorrow and resentment in his heart.

Now is not the time to dredge up old grievances; we need to stop the bombing first.

“Captain,” Messiah carefully grabbed her arm and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, “After this is over, I’ll teach that guy a lesson and show him that no one will dare to bully you again!”

He reverted to his previous tone, which sounded like he hadn't grown up.

This time, however, Lu Zhao could no longer muster the desire to criticize her; he could only feel a warm sensation welling up in his chest.

It was as if someone was telling her: It's okay, the hardships of the past are over, and now there are many people by your side.

It's strange, even though she wasn't the one experiencing all of this, she could still clearly feel the process of her resentment being gradually healed.

She gently patted the other person's hand, smiled, and replied softly, "Okay, I understand."

Chapter Fifty-Three: The Confinement Room

The entire institute was on high alert. Looking at the instructors and other staff running past him, especially when he saw some familiar faces, Lu Zhao felt as if he had been transported to another world.

"Special Envoy, we have already gone to investigate the bomb you mentioned." The director was a newcomer, a middle-aged man in his thirties, but he looked worried and could easily be mistaken for someone fifteen years older.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If someone found out that a bomb had suddenly appeared in their jurisdiction, they would be so nervous that they wouldn't be able to control their facial expressions at all.

Lu Zhao nodded and walked into the detention center with him. "We checked when we came in and found spiritual energy fluctuations belonging to the Spirit Race. I can confirm that they were left by the Spirit Race who caused the mall explosion yesterday."

The director wiped the sweat from his face again. "Then... then this Zeng Ji really is colluding with the bomber, Special Envoy, we..."

“Don’t worry, there are only two of us Spirit Race members in the entire station right now.” Lu Zhao raised his hand to stop him from saying anything more. “Isolate Zeng Ji first, then search the entire station for places where the bomb might be.”

He nodded quickly: "Of course, that's what we did too!"

Leading the two to an empty room, Lu Zhao took two steps back, moving closer to Messiah, and asked softly, "Is this the place you saw?"

Messiah frowned and looked for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, that was a place with iron bars, this room doesn't."

"This is Zeng Ji's room," the director hurriedly introduced. "We just sent people to check it, and there was nothing suspected to be a bomb inside."

"Are there any other places in the institute with iron fences?" Lu Zhao asked.

The director thought for a moment, "Yes, we have a solitary confinement cell here, with iron bars. Last night, Zeng Ji was locked up there for violating regulations, but he was brought out this morning."

last night?

Lu Zhao frowned and turned to Messiah, asking, "In your dream, could you tell that it was at night?"

“This…” Messiah tried to recall for a while, then shook his head and said, “No, there are no windows in that place, so you can’t tell the time.”

Then we'll just have to go and take a look.

She thought for a moment, then told Messiah to stay there and think it over. She also took a walkie-talkie and kept in touch with the warden before heading to the solitary confinement cell.

“Normally, very few people go into the solitary confinement room, so our people haven’t searched there yet.” The director explained nervously beside her, afraid that the special envoy would think he had neglected his duties.

Lu Zhao listened helplessly to his rambling beside him, feeling that the road leading to the solitary confinement cell looked somewhat familiar.

Could it be that the original owner of this body was also imprisoned there?

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. She raised her hand to tell the warden to stop nagging and quickly walked forward according to the route she remembered. After turning two corners, she saw a place with a sign that read "Solitary Confinement Cell" in front of her.

Okay, I knew it.

She was now standing in a narrow passageway, where no direct sunlight shone through, making it cool and quiet.

She took a deep breath, lifted her legs which felt like they were filled with lead, and walked forward until she reached the iron fence. Looking into the dark room, she saw only a pale diamond-shaped area on the floor, through which the dark shadows of the iron fence could be seen.

A strange feeling of suffocation surged into her brain.

The original owner must have stayed here, and more than once, and for a considerable period of time.

She subconsciously licked her dry lips, opened the iron gate, and walked inside, taking out her phone's built-in flashlight to illuminate the way.

But the walls here are covered with scratch marks, which are so numerous that they send chills down one's spine.

Perhaps to prevent prisoners from committing suicide indoors, there was nothing inside, and the floor was spotless, without a single scrap of paper.

Strange. If Zeng Ji hid the bomb here, given the size of this room, which is completely open, anyone who walks in can see that there is nothing inside.

If she took the bomb with her when she left this morning, how did she manage to do that?

Or perhaps the bomb has always been inside, but the other party has used some method to prevent her from discovering it.

What method could be used? He's just an ordinary person; without tools or the ability to make a sound, it seems impossible for him to hide a bomb somewhere in this room overnight.

"Special Envoy!" The station chief, wiping sweat from his brow, rushed to the door, slightly out of breath, and pulled out a flashlight to illuminate the entire room. "Have you found anything that looks like a bomb?"

Lu Zhao looked at him, about to say there were no clues, but when he looked up, he saw a dark square box leaning against the wall above the door.

"Wait a minute, don't move!" she shouted immediately, freezing the director's outstretched foot in mid-air, making him afraid to move an inch.

His oily face was covered in sweat as he nervously watched Lu Zhao walk up to him, then nimbly stepped onto the wall and jumped up.

Good heavens, are all the Spirit Race martial arts masters? They can even fly over rooftops and walk on walls?

An absurd thought popped into his head, and soon after, he saw Lu Zhao jump down carrying a black box. Only then did he carefully put his feet down: "Excuse me, Special Envoy, what is this...?"

"A bomb," Lu Zhao replied with a smile.

The director glared at him and immediately took several steps back.

"Don't worry, the sensors on it aren't activated yet." She couldn't help but chuckle, holding the black box and examining it for a while before deciding to find a spacious place to put it to avoid harming anything innocent.

She had Bai Yan help her lighten her body so she could jump up and retrieve the bomb. She was lucky, though, because the bomb hadn't started operating yet; otherwise, her movement would have been enough to detonate it.

"Do you know how dangerous that was?" Bai Yan's exasperated voice echoed in his mind. "I won't do this kind of thing for you again!"

She smiled helplessly and could only lower her head to admit her mistake: "Didn't I already check that it wasn't turned on when I went up just now? I won't be so reckless next time, okay?"

The director was startled by her sudden muttering to herself and frantically wiped his sweat from his brow against the wall: "Special Envoy, should we move the bomb away first?"

"Then I'll have to ask you to find an open space first." She nodded and then reached out to cover the black box with a protective shield.

Just like what the original owner did to that man who was also a bomber in the last incident.

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Interrogation Room

Only after handling everything did Lu Zhao have the heart to visit Zeng Ji, who was locked up in the interrogation room.

At that time, the woman was wearing a black and white prison uniform and sat on a stool with her hair disheveled. She looked a little more listless than before, but it was clear that she had not been abused.

Although the new director seemed a bit timid, his professional skills were quite good.

She didn't want to beat around the bush with this person, so she went straight to the point as soon as she entered the interrogation room: "I've found the bomb you planted."

However, the woman in front of him showed no disappointment or surprise at all. She just stared at him intently, making Lu Zhao feel that something was a little off.

“Zeng Ji, aren’t you going to say anything?” she asked again.

But the person in front of him just smiled, the same commercial smile that Lu Zhao had seen at the baby store last time. "Captain Lu, you should know that if you want to get something out of someone, you have to put on a good show first, right?"

Lu Zhao narrowed his eyes, then pulled up a stool and sat down in front of her: "What do you want me to do?"

"Turn off the surveillance cameras in this interrogation room, and put all your electronic devices outside." Zeng Ji maintained his fake smile and slowly made the request to her.

Subconsciously looking up at the camera in the corner, Lu Zhao paused for a moment, then took out his phone and voice recorder from his bag and called out to the camera, "Messiah, come in for a moment."

A moment later, Messiah reluctantly pushed open the door and came in, taking the phone and pen that Lu Zhao handed her. She couldn't help but say, "Captain, you really don't have to be so accommodating to her!"

“It’s alright,” Lu Zhao shook his head and looked seriously into Zeng Ji’s eyes again. “I don’t know anything else, and interrogation isn’t my forte, but I have shown my sincerity and hope you can answer my questions truthfully.”

Lu Zhao knew very well that it was foolish to confide in criminals, but she also understood that if she wanted to get something from them, she had to take some action herself.

Messiah glared at her angrily. "The cameras are off. After I leave, only the two of you will know what we're talking about."

"Thank you, little sister."

Zeng Ji answered with a smile, and only after watching Messiah walk out of the interrogation room did he turn to look at Lu Zhao: "Captain Lu, I didn't expect you to be so cooperative."

"The bomb has been examined by experts, and its weight is completely insufficient to destroy the entire detention center. So I think it's a decoy, and the real bomb has been taken elsewhere. I need to know where it is."

Lu Zhao looked at her intently and asked directly.

However, Zeng Ji shrugged innocently, "Is that all? Don't you want to know anything else? Like... the whole story?"

This guy is stalling for time!

She saw through his intentions at a glance, unconsciously gritted her teeth, and after a long while nodded with a heavy expression: "Okay, then tell me."

Zeng Ji smiled again, a genuine smile finally blooming on his thin, sallow face. "Let me think, where should I begin? Ah, right, how about we start from the day you caught me!"

As she spoke, she suddenly stood up. Although her hands and feet were cuffed, it did not affect her movements. "On the day the illicitly manufactured toxic milk powder was discovered, didn't you have any doubts? That secret room was far too rudimentary, and the secret passage was dug hastily. It was far too easy to be discovered if it was used to manufacture toxic milk powder."

Lu Zhao nodded: "Yes, so you deliberately let me find out."

She had actually had some doubts about this, but since everyone had already been arrested and the reporter was no longer in danger, she didn't think about it too much.

“That’s right! We found out that the reporter had been investigating the tainted milk powder in the market, so we deliberately led the clues there to attract the attention of the Superintendent’s Office and get you to send people to investigate.”

Zeng Ji laughed heartily, his pupils widening, making him look particularly terrifying. "I never expected this, Captain Lu, that I would actually find you!"

"You really waited for me?" Lu Zhao keenly grasped the key words in her words. "So, you weren't actually sure from the beginning that it would be me who came? Is this the kind of uncertainty your organization would do?"

Zeng Ji was taken aback, then sneered and sat back down. "We guessed right, you really do know about aliens!"