15. The Gap in the Wall (Please Vote~)

“Are you sure the investigation is thorough?” Li Fen asked anxiously. “I saw Ma En walk out myself, and not long after, gunshots rang out. Now, he’s been proven to have no issues. Are you certain the numbers on the psychic dispersion meter are accurate? Is he truly a mindless madman and not a Level II telepath?”

The response came through the earpiece inside her skull:

“Of course. The psychic dispersion meter can’t be wrong, unless the target has mastered the control of psychic powers. If he were a telepath of that caliber, it would be impossible for you to generate an intent to manipulate him within your brain.

“We’ve also conducted a secondary background check on him. Everything is quite ordinary, with no abnormalities. His sister, himself, their life trajectories—all are verifiable.

“If you’re still worried, I can apply for psychic isolation technical support on your behalf, but the company might not approve it.”

Li Fen’s tone sharpened as she retorted, “So, after I shoot myself in the head, you want to implant a steel plate inside? No way. I’m applying to use the triggered bio-information bomb, the kind designed specifically for telepaths. Otherwise, I can’t continue my work with peace of mind.”

The company official replied, “Manager Li, you should know better than me that’s impossible. The assassination team hasn’t successfully infiltrated the sanatorium yet—where would the information bomb come from?”

Calmly, she answered, “The company can’t have no commercial spies deployed here. This mission target is definitely worth a move, and the chance of exposure won’t exceed ten percent.”

“Wait a moment,” came the reply.

Hearing this, Li Fen exhaled in relief. Thankfully, he was a telepath. If Ma En had exhibited any other abilities, she might have already been scheming how to “sabotage” the project, but the company was particularly adept at handling Level I to II telepaths.

This was because the leadership in the company’s design department included a powerful Level III telepath who had led dozens of product developments specifically targeting psychic abilities.

Rumor had it he had even mastered methods to counter telepaths of the same level.

But no one would ever entrust such secrets to others, so it remained nothing more than hearsay.

A few minutes passed.

Creak.

A hand turned the handle and pushed the door open.

But she remembered the door was locked.

A man of plain appearance stepped inside.

She hurriedly stood up, a bit flustered, and said, “Manager Lü, I didn’t expect you to come here personally...”

Manager Lü smiled at her.

“I didn’t expect to hear company employees gossiping about me as soon as I arrived. I really can’t guarantee handling telepaths of similar caliber—everyone has their own tricks.

“Besides, I’m not really here.”

Suddenly, she understood the meaning behind that statement.

After Lü entered, he hadn’t closed the door, yet now it was firmly shut.

He sat down casually.

“Yes, I’m not physically here. The door-pushing action was to allow your brain to smoothly receive the information that I’m present. We have received your application.

“The company has approved it, so I’ve come to create the information bomb you requested. If he truly is a telepath, he will definitely be caught.”

That is, provided he is slightly weaker.

Although Manager Lü didn’t acknowledge Li Fen’s previous thoughts, he was quite confident in his own abilities. Facing telepaths of the same level posed no problem for him.

Li Fen suddenly realized, “You’re here?”

The Victor Sanatorium was not normally accessible.

He shook his head.

“No, it’s true that physical entry and exit here are restricted, but on the psychic plane, the world I reside in, this rule has been altered.

“Not long ago, in the psychic realm, the mental barrier surrounding the sanatorium was forcibly breached by some terrifying power.

“This was likely the result of a telepath far stronger than me forcibly entering here—at least a Level IV.

“This means, for a short time—about two months or so—psychic entities will have free access in and out of the sanatorium, though our physical bodies still cannot cross this rule.

“Of course, I only decided to come here after learning that many colleagues had successfully come and gone.”

Li Fen said in shock, “The sanatorium’s power is actually fading.”

This place was already recognized as forbidden ground by psychics across East Xin Province, so it wasn’t easy for the company to find employees willing to undertake this project. Otherwise, her application wouldn’t have been approved.

“Do you really think he’s a telepath?” Manager Lü asked curiously.

Li Fen felt no reason to hide the truth from him.

“Honestly, I think the odds are low. But if he is, then I would have died in vain—and our company has so many tools for dealing with psychic abilities.”

He nodded slightly, then pointed to Li Fen’s side.

A small white mouse was lying on the blanket.

“I implanted a lethal amount of information inside it. I placed it in the pocket of your jacket.

“If anyone tries to psychically probe you, the bomb will trigger, instantly turning that psychic trash into a vegetable.

“Besides that, I’ll personally go check on him to see if there’s anything else.”

Having said that, Manager Lü vanished without further greeting.

His psychic form appeared instantly at the door of Ma En’s room—or rather, he appeared simultaneously in the minds of several beings who could see there.

If the other party was a telepath, their eyes would meet and they would sense each other.

Manager Lü ‘pushed open’ the door—entering Ma En’s visual system.

Ma En sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, several metal coins floating before him.

They crossed and weaved dangerously in the air, forming an exquisite and beautiful pattern.

No, they had it wrong—he wasn’t a telepath…

Manager Lü was suddenly startled, then felt that Ma En’s peripheral vision, despite his closed eyes, had caught him.

And it wasn’t just telekinesis. He had to inform the company—this was a target far more valuable than Xu Wen. If they could recruit him as a colleague...

Ma En opened his eyes, full of confusion.

But before Ma En noticed him, Manager Lü saw the ‘breach in the barrier.’

Room 721.

Li Fen slipped the little mouse into her jacket pocket.

“How’s it going? Is the information bomb in place?” the company official asked.

She replied, “Yes, I was just worried there might not be any information bombs inside the sanatorium.”

The other side laughed.

“Impossible. We have several boxes of those.”

Strangely enough, where exactly the company obtained these tools for countering telepaths was a mystery. Some of them were their best-selling products, and the information bomb—despite the manufacturing methods being unknown—was stocked in considerable quantities.

Just like how this little white mouse somehow ended up in her arms.

The company’s secrets were endless.