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Marcus nodded at her. <b>I </b>received orders from above.”
<b>Lea’s </b>gaze showed a hint of curiosity <b>as </b>she studied him. He wore a <b>white </b><bb </b>coat with the emblem Institute of Neurology 07 on the left chest, indicating his affiliation.
He came from the research institute, and 07 <b>was </b>his work number.
“The head of the Institute of Neurology sent me to handle this, Marcus said, pulling <b>a </b>small notebook from his coat. After a moment’s hesitation, he handed it to her.
Lea took it and opened it revealing neatly handwritten notes.
Marcus said, “This contains all my research efforts from the start of my career. Some of it has been published in journals and books, but most of it remains undisclosed”
“Oh!” She was intrigued. “It’s an honor to see this. She continued flipping through the <b>pages</b>, her eyes lighting up with amazement.
Most of the content towards the end was advanced research findings, requiring extensive validation before publication. <b>Some </b>parts involved special applications and would never be released publicly, making them very valuable.
Marcus watched Lea and <b>was </b>impressed.
She seemed to <b>understand </b>everything. These were new, specialized knowledge, filled with technical jargon that even his junior researchers might not grasp.
The top student of Conrad University, already with numerous research achievements, was a different kind of genius.
In a little over half an hour, Lea finished reading the notebook and handed it back to Marcus.
Before being confined to the asylum in her previous life, she had spent a year at the Institute of Neurology. She studied <b>brain </b>neuroscience. So, this content <b>wasn’t </b>entirely new to her and was easy toprehend.
Marcus carefully put the notebook back into his coat pocket. It was his life’s work, <b>a </b>precious treasure.
“And then!” she asked.
He gave her a look, and they talked for another half hour before <b>he </b>left
Two dayster, someone else came to see her. Then, the heavy door creaked open.
Lea sat on the mattress, looking up with deep, ethereal eyes at the man who entered.
In his early fifties, short and thin, with gray curly hair, he wore thick ck–framed sses that emitted a bluish gline. He exuded a strong researcher
<b>aum </b>
The man looked at her with a focused, intense gaze, as if he <b>already </b>knew her well.
Lea recognized his gaze. He had thoroughly researched her, so even though it was their first meeting, he wasn’t a stranger to her. He closed the door behind him, the creaking sound echoing.
“Miss Berry! Come and sit. His voice was blunt, his speech halting <b>as </b>if he wasn’t used to talking to people. He ced a gray folder on the table,
filled with thicknes
Lea stood up and walked over to sit at the long gray–ck table. Two chairs faced each other, resembling the setup of a typical interrogation room. The light focused on her. While the man stood in front of her, his body partially in shadow. He looked at her with an imposing and authoritative presence, <b>creating </b>a sense <b>of </b>pressure.
In <b>this </b>detention room, it was impossible to tell if it was day or night outside or to perceive the passage of time. This unrelenting environment aimed to pressure <b>Lea’s </b>rationality and will, putting her at a <b>disadvantage</b>. These were all interrogation acties,
The higher–ups sent me, the <b>man </b><b>said</b>, still half–turned, watching her sideways.
Lea looked <b>at </b>him calmly. Every response, every <b>nce</b>, every slight movement she <b>made </b><b>would </b>be urately interpreted by him.
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After a moment of silence, Lea <b>said</b>, “The <b>higher</b>–<b>ups</b>?”
The man replied, “Miss Berry, are you not aware of your current
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“Not entirely, but I do not know what kind of institution this is. A legitimate institution wouldn’t operate like this. I even suspect this is an illegal
organization.”
“Miss Berry, you <b>have </b>quite the sense of humor, trying to divert the attention
Lea responded with a faint smile.
In the dim light, his gaze turned cold.
After a moment, he continued, “Due to the special nature of your case, it is handled by a special organization. Otherwise, who would dare arrest you and the executives of Riverview Hospital in broad daylight?”
Lea’s expression grew serious, confident, and calm. “We have not conducted any illegal research.”
“But Miss Berry, the police have <b>already </b>found evidence<b>, </b><b>and </b>your people have confessed.”
“Who confessed?”
“Yannis.” He stepped forward, opening the folder and taking our <b>Yannis’s </b>confession and photos
In the photos<b>. </b>Yannis was covered in injuries, his eyes filled with pain and despair, lookingpletely broken.
Lea asked. “You beat him to force him to confess
The man replied. “In formal interrogations<b>, </b>all interrogation departments may <b>use </b>appropriate methods to seed. Special organizations can use special methods.”
His tone grew colder with thest sentence, implying that they could <b>use </b><b>any </b>means necessary <b>against </b>detainees, hinting at the potential cruelty.
He ced <b>his </b>hands on the table. <b>leaning </b>forward. The light above cast his shadow on the table, creating overwhelming pressure,
Lea leaned back in her chair and smiled mischievously. “What kind of evidence is this? Her tone was more mocking.
“And what about these?” He pulled out more evidence from the folder.ying them out one by one in front of her. This is Charles’s. This <b>is </b>Sean’s This is Vincent’s. And then there’s Trenton’s. He was arrested the next day.”
“Miss Berry, you truly are remarkable, managing to uncover such talents for virus research,” he said, his eyes <b>glinting </b>with excitement, like someone who <b>had </b>discovered a treasure. This was the thrill <b>only </b><b>a </b>peer in the field would understand.
The table was now covered in evidence.
Under the light, Lea stared at the documents and photos of the professors. Her expression grew angrier.
“But none of this <b>is </b>true.” Her tone was firm.
The man said. “This was extracted from their interrogations, absolutely true,”
“But it’s not true!” Her voice rose sharply, losing control. With <b>a </b>sweep of her <b>hand</b>, she knocked <b>most </b>of the evidence onto the floor. “This is not the truth.”
<b>The </b>man replied. “This evidence was obtained through legal interrogation methods and is admissible in court
“Impossible…” Lea’s voice was filled with disbelief. She tried to stand but <b>sat </b>back down, unconsciously running a hand through her hair. Her emotions were vtile and she seemed somewhat out of control.
People who have been confined for so long often be imuable and quick to anger.
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