Lin Qiye closed the door behind him, led Li Yifei into the courtyard, and only then let go of his mouth.
"Qiye, why wouldn't you let me speak?" Li Yifei could not help asking.
"Is that how you beat around the bush?" Lin Qiye sighed helplessly. "Bragi's situation is more complicated than I imagined. I think the main issue lies with that female personality at night. If we tell Bragi rashly now, it might instead trigger his subconscious resistance..."
"Oh..." Li Yifei nodded as if he understood. "Then what do we do next?"
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. "Tonight, I'll try talking to that female personality. We'll discuss the rest later. But before we diagnose his condition, don't mention anything about nighttime to him again."
"Alright."
Abstinence Hall, prison.
Clang clang clang clang...
In the narrow, gloomy corridor, a youth in a black-and-white striped prison uniform trudged barefoot through the hall, dragging heavy chains behind him. Four armed prison guards followed at his back, while a man in a black trench coat walked ahead of him.
On either side of the corridor, black metal bars separated one individual cell after another. The prisoners inside rose to their feet, carefully examining this newcomer who had just entered the prison.
The youth slowly raised his lowered head, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings. A faint gray glimmer flashed through his eyes.
At last, the man in black at the front stopped. He looked down at the document in his hand and spoke coldly:
"Number 07293, An Qingyu. This is your cell."
A guard behind him took out a key and removed the shackles from An Qingyu's hands and feet. He jerked his chin toward the cell ahead, signaling for him to get inside quickly.
An Qingyu glanced over the cell,