The Bandaged Man vaguely understood. "So a higher-level sound from the same source suppressed the power in Galixi's bloodline."
"That's more or less it." Ke Meng nodded.
Before long, the Bandaged Man left the surveillance room and put on sunglasses to look at Ke Meng in person.
There was still no black smoke rising from Ke Meng's head, which meant his heart remained loyal to Koi.
The barrier in the Investigation Bureau was heavily biased in its judgments. As long as someone harbored no ill intent toward their own side, they generally would not emit black smoke.
A bad attitude toward outsiders, or even malicious intentions toward them, was not much of a problem. It was difficult for anyone to be completely pure in the first place.
Someone devoted to pure justice would be a bleeding heart, and the Investigation Bureau did not cultivate bleeding hearts. As an S-Class member, the Bandaged Man understood the logic behind the bureau's black-smoke judgments. Seeing that Ke Meng emitted none, he felt a little more at ease.
Honestly, coming into contact with information left behind by a Hidden Being like this was extremely dangerous. It could very well alter someone's way of thinking.
"Did you learn this ability from that Frog-Body Sculpture?" the Bandaged Man asked inquisitively.
"If you listen enough to memorize the sound, then use your own spirituality to imitate it with your throat, you can probably reproduce seventy or eighty percent of it. The difficult part is maintaining your own spirituality while listening. You just have to avoid being affected by that frog."
"Can I learn it too?"
"In theory, anyone can learn it, but the threshold for maintaining your sanity is very high." Ke Meng did not rule it out.
Previously, the Bandaged Man had not dared expose himself