滴,滴——
The machines in the dim prison cell played a tune called suppression.
In the corner of the prison cell, no longer resembling a young girl, a young woman who looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old curled up in the corner of an alloy chair.
Her long hair was casually draped, among the strands of long hair were eyes full of confusion.
Confused and hollow.
The walls of the prison cell were made of one-way glass, with several Mechanical Bodies carrying laser cannons targeting the young woman's forehead and heart.
In the resting room behind the glass wall on the left, Shen Qionglin was rubbing his forehead wearily.
The Three Realms Wanderer, having returned to his Spiritual Body state, seemed quite leisurely at the moment, floating out from the corner like a kindly old man who scatters candies to children during special occasions.
He asked with a chuckle, "Any results?"
"No, she's resisting those memories, it seems she's been traumatized."
