Wu Minzhe had disclosed all he knew, but the urgency for his routine interrogations had diminished.
He was temporarily detained in a cell.
Sitting on the cold metal chair inside the prison, he gazed at the blank ceiling and let out a deep sigh, much like a woman lamenting the fleeting beauty of spring.
Suddenly, a black and white pendulum appeared on the wall in front of him. The pendulum began to swing slowly. Wu Minzhe's focus was gradually drawn into it, his gaze becoming fixed, unable to extricate himself.
A voice akin to that of a deity whispered in his ear, "You are already dead."
Wu Minzhe had a sudden realization. Oh, so I'm already dead.
When a special operative from the Bureau of Mystic Security came to interrogate Wu Minzhe, he found Wu Minzhe motionless, seated on the chair. The operative called out to him but received no response. A light push sent Wu Minzhe tumbling down.
