After saying that, he took a stack of confidentiality agreements and a box of red ink paste from his bag. "Regulations require you to sign this agreement and press your fingerprint over your signature."
Zheng Guodong finished speaking, but Ji Yanzhi did not move.
"President Ji?"
Ji Yanzhi drew his gaze away from the screen, his face like a frozen lake. "Is this Isolation Room where Ji Ting was held?"
"No. Normally, questioning would take place in the Detention Room. This is..." Under Ji Yanzhi's gaze, Zheng Guodong suddenly found it difficult to continue.
He took another breath and let it out like a sigh. "President Ji, have you heard of sensory deprivation experiments?"
Ji Yanzhi's fingers abruptly curled at his sides. Beneath the frozen surface, fury was already churning like a raging sea.
How could he not know about those experiments? He knew all too well how cruel they were.
A person had all five senses blocked off, forcibly cut off from every scrap of outside information. It was like being thrown into outer space, facing an endless darkness devoid of sensation.
At first, there was only difficulty concentrating, anxiety, and fear. But the longer subjects were removed from a familiar sensory environment, the more severe their behavioral disturbances became. Hallucinations would keep surfacing in their minds, and whenever they regained clarity, they would break down again.
Seeing his tightly clenched fists, Zheng Guodong dropped the subject of signing the confidentiality agreement. He entered the password and pressed play.
Ji Yanzhi's gaze swept across his face like a blade before he turned toward the screen.
When Ji Ting first entered the Isolation Room, he appeared quite calm. After surveying his surroundings, he even took deep breaths to relax.
That was how Zheng Guodong understood it. But watching the footage,