"I can't get any more information by asking like this."
Diana hastily wrapped up the interrogation, saying that this was as far as she could go.
Milkman Superman could answer plenty of things at this point. For instance, his real name was Clark Kent, he had a mother named Martha, his family ran a farm too, and he was not from Earth—he merely worked in Ivy City.
But those things basically had nothing to do with Blank. Or rather, they were all surface-level "appearances," laid out in plain sight.
What Su Ming needed in order to deal with Blank was something buried deep in his memories, or details that surfaced alongside those memories—even dark fantasies.
Those were things Milkman Superman could not answer when forced to respond to questions. Perhaps he genuinely knew nothing, or perhaps the valuable things existed only in his subconscious.
"I'll do it." Harley hopped down from the stainless-steel table nearby, wiped her mouth, and smiled as she sauntered over to the Final Machine with a catlike stride. "Clark, can you hear my voice?"
Milkman Superman, blindfolded and gagged, did not react. But after Diana gave the rope another tug, he answered:
"Yes."
"Very good. Now, you need to relax. We won't hurt you. Think about it—we like drinking milk too. We're your friends. We can swim together in an ocean of milk. What a carefree, wonderful thing that would be. Close your eyes, listen to me, and imagine it peacefully."
As a professional, Harley immediately began the hypnosis treatment. Her voice became soft and charming as she painted a beautiful, tranquil scene.
Su Ming, quietly smoking nearby, raised an eyebrow. In truth, he rarely heard Harley speak in that tone. Little Sugar Bean was usually shrieking and babbling, and the words "gentle" and "ladylike" had