Zhe Rong's eyelids twitched slightly, then he smiled. "In the past, you definitely would've said something like, 'I learned it in the Covenant.' But during the earlier interrogation, we dug into your background. Your total playtime in the Covenant throughout your entire life hasn't even exceeded a hundred hours!"
Tai Yu dipped his head slightly. "Boss, you are wise."
Zhe Rong laughed again, then fell into thought. After a moment, he said, "I'll assume you're telling the truth for now... So what was that dream about?"
Tai Yu spread his hands. "It was a dream. How could I remember it clearly?"
Zhe Rong sneered. "Even if you don't remember, you'd better remember. I'm giving you one day to think it over carefully, write it down, and submit a report to me. No fewer than ten thousand words. Don't even think about fooling me, or next time it'll be a hundred thousand words. Even if you have to make up a novel, you'll write enough!"
Though he said that, Zhe Rong had already decided that no matter what Tai Yu submitted the first time, he would declare it unsatisfactory and make him begin a "hundred-thousand-word" project. Whether it was true or false, a lengthy written account would always expose certain patterns of thought and even real-world logic. Then professionals could interpret it.
The matter of the "Ceremonial Ancient Script" was considered settled. After lecturing Tai Yu for half a day, Zhe Rong's mouth was dry. He had just waved Tai Yu away when he remembered something and called him back.
"Has Xin Rui contacted you in the past couple of days?"
Tai Yu was slightly startled. "No."
Zhe Rong frowned. "Really not?"
Tai Yu thought about it. "We exchanged a few words in a friend group. Some people were wondering about