Hearing Chen Changan's words, the other party seemed to feel much more at ease, then began trying to communicate with Chen Changan through his soul.
"Thank you!"
Those three words caught Chen Changan off guard. Thank him? For what? He had not done anything at all.
"Why are you thanking me?"
"If it weren't for you, I might not have been able to regain my freedom."
Hm?
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Was it because of my appearance that you got an opportunity?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
"Yes!"
"If you hadn't appeared and made him lower his guard, I don't know how much longer it would have taken before I could get out."
"He watched me at every moment, paying attention to every move I made and every tiny detail."
"That left me with no way to make any small moves at all."
"So you were conscious the whole time? You knew what he did to you?"
"I knew. I knew everything."
"This time, because of your appearance, his attention was no longer fixed on me. That gave me an opportunity. All I needed was an opportunity. I had long since been prepared."
"So, I need to thank you."
He spoke with great sincerity. Though his mind had been damaged, it did not affect this kind of communication. That was quite good.
Still, Chen Changan could tell that while he often seemed normal when communicating, he was extremely lacking when it came to expressing himself.
"Do you still remember who you are?"
Who was he?
Chen Changan's question plunged him into silence. He seemed to ponder for a long time before finally answering.
"I can't remember very clearly."
"Who am I?"
"What is my name?"
"I only remember... Ming. Right, Ming. That character feels familiar to me."