In another room not far from the cell, Song Cheng subconsciously held his breath as he watched the images displayed on the screen, along with the various readings and filtered, layer-by-layer analysis videos shown on several other monitors beside it.
Baili Qing sat nearby, calmly watching the images.
"Director, did you see that clearly just now?" Song Cheng turned slightly and glanced at Baili Qing's expressionless face. "When that doll attacked just now..."
"I saw it," Baili Qing said flatly. "Some kind of thread of unknown nature, with physical volume, capable of acting on both the body and the mind at the same time. But... it wasn't the same as the threads used by the Alice doll in my memory."
Song Cheng nodded solemnly, his gaze returning to the surveillance footage before him.
When Yu Sheng had been "reasoning" with that cultist, he hadn't been surprised. When Yu Sheng and Huli had healed the cultist three times in succession and then "criticized" him three times, neither he nor Baili Qing had reacted much either. After all, one was the captain of an operations team and the other was the director of the Special Operations Bureau; both were veterans who had seen plenty of bloodshed. Though bound by numerous duties and regulations, they were no strangers to using lethal force against cultists. Yu Sheng's interrogation method of only hitting and never asking questions was a little unconventional, but it wasn't unacceptable to them.
But after Eileen made her move, the situation became somewhat different.
"The equipment just recorded a series of unusual energy spikes," said a middle-aged man in a technician's uniform seated nearby. He kept an eye on the changes in the data recorded by the equipment as he spoke. "The waveform is very strange. Its characteristics don't match any