Half a day?
But I'm about to be controlled and made to go down into the pond. I won't even last half a minute...
Lin Chen felt bitter inside as he silently recited in his mind, "Brother, I've been parasitized by Puppet Thread..."
He briefly recounted everything that had happened after their consciousness link was severed, like a drowning man clutching at a frayed rope hanging from the shore.
Qi Si stood crookedly at the stairway entrance, listening quietly and patiently.
After hearing Lin Chen's earlier description, he had already suspected that the female teacher's identity and background were anything but simple.
So, before their third call, he had deliberately buried a trap in the story they had prepared.
He had taught Lin Chen to say, "A red frog suddenly jumped out from the bottom of the pond," rather than honestly describe how he had skinned the frog. Anyone paying attention could easily tell that this lie was superfluous—unless he was trying to conceal something else.
For an egoist, even a tiny suspicion was enough to make them kill without hesitation.
Qi Si was more than happy to let Lin Chen and the female teacher fall into a life-or-death struggle. Whether the teacher killed Lin Chen or Lin Chen killed the teacher, either outcome would solve a major problem for him.
If it was the former, it would be a pity for such a useful tool to die, but at least there would be one fewer person in the world who knew his true name, eliminating some of the risk of his secrets being exposed.
If it was the latter, once Lin Chen—who had never killed anyone—got blood on his hands, Qi Si was confident he could shatter his psychological defenses and drive him into self-loathing. At the very least,