Gu Qingshan pondered for a while, then couldn't help muttering to himself, "It seems this ability can do more than that..."
"Let me explain how this ability really works. Consider that bowl of noodles your payment." The Bald Old Man said.
Gu Qingshan asked in surprise, "Why can you eat?"
"You can eat too," the Bald Old Man replied.
"I'm a real person, but you're—"
"I'm a Trans-Dimensional Projection Consciousness Body," the Bald Old Man said with certainty. "A bunch of people from the Technology Side cobbled this thing together for me. I don't even understand it myself. Once I activate it, this consciousness body can naturally replenish its energy by eating. If it doesn't eat, it has to maintain its energy by going dormant."
Gu Qingshan: "..."
The Bald Old Man continued, "The reason I said you can make a fortune with this ability is that it lets you uncover certain hidden secrets directly."
"Uncover secrets?"
"You can make someone who eats your noodles reveal a real event from their memories."
Gu Qingshan suddenly understood. "That's true. I think I can specify an event and make the other person enter a memory related to it."
"Exactly. No matter what they see in their memory, when you ask them about it, they'll tell you without realizing it—and they won't even know they've done so."
Gu Qingshan slowly understood.
This ability was truly useful.
He wouldn't need to force answers out of anyone. All he had to do was cook them a bowl of noodles, and they'd spill their secrets.
With such a handy method, who needed torture and interrogation?
No wonder the old man seemed so excited.
"Then... what did you see just now?" Gu Qingshan suddenly asked.
"A crushing defeat." The old man uttered two words.
His body suddenly