Chapter 50: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes
Inside the mine shaft, Triangle Eyes and two blond henchmen sat encircling Lin Xiao, who was positioned in the center.
“Now you can answer my questions, right?” Triangle Eyes asked suspiciously.
“Go ahead,” Lin Xiao replied calmly.
“Did you remove Detective Yue Chongguang’s painful memories?”
The question caught Lin Xiao off guard. He had never expected that this matter would draw the attention of Triangle Eyes and his men.
Lin Xiao felt he was beginning to suspect the identity of the so-called “Boss Jin.”
But what connection did Yue Chongguang’s painful memories have with him?
He didn’t have an answer yet, but he knew one was coming soon.
The questioner, while interrogating, also revealed information himself—one reason Lin Xiao was willing to answer.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Boss, he really has Yue Chongguang’s painful memories! Hurry, write this down!” the rough blond henchman exclaimed in excitement.
The sharp blond one took rapid notes as Triangle Eyes continued: “Where is that memory amber? Has anyone else experienced the memories within the amber?”
Lin Xiao pondered the question and immediately gained valuable insight:
Boss Jin’s concern wasn’t that Lin Xiao had removed Yue Chongguang’s painful memories.
His focus was on the memory amber itself.
More precisely, he didn’t want others to experience those memories.
Lin Xiao shook his head. “No one else has experienced the memories in that amber besides me.”
“No one else? That’s impossible. Memories are extracted for reading, aren’t they? You can’t have just eaten it, right?” Triangle Eyes doubted. “Tell me, who else has come into contact with these memories?”
In his questioning, Triangle Eyes inadvertently exposed that Boss Jin wanted to monitor and track anyone who had experienced those memories.
“Really no one else, because I actually ate that memory amber,” Lin Xiao answered truthfully.
“Who are you trying to fool? You can eat that thing?”
“Sigh,” Lin Xiao sighed. He was telling the truth, yet they didn’t believe him.
Enough—he had obtained sufficient information to aid his memory search.
So Lin Xiao asked, “Are you afraid of thunder?”
“What?”
A dark shadow shot in precisely from the broken hole at the top of the mine shaft, landing right above the group—it was a modified version of a super stun grenade.
Lin Xiao’s consciousness instantly switched out, leaving only his “phantom” clone behind.
Boom!
In the next moment, the cramped mine shaft was transformed into a field of pure white; Lin Xiao’s “phantom” clone instantly vanished into dust.
This stun grenade didn’t cause direct blast damage, but at the moment of explosion, it emitted a blinding flash of 18 million candelas—equivalent to 2,500 camera flashes going off simultaneously, or 100 times the brightness of staring at the midday sun.
Besides the intense light, it unleashed a 172-decibel directional pulse at the threshold of human pain, precisely controlled to a 2.5-millisecond pulse width, avoiding permanent hearing loss.
The sound frequency was locked between 2,500 and 4,000 Hz—the range most likely to trigger vestibular disorders.
Triangle Eyes felt as though countless white-hot steel needles were piercing his eyeballs.
The 18 million-candela light penetrated his eyeballs, scorching his retinas with searing imprints.
He panicked, realizing he could even “see” the network of blood vessels behind his eyes—an afterimage caused by the intense light piercing the tissues.
Then, the 172-decibel sound hit his skull like a massive hammer.
He distinctly heard his eardrums rupture with a “pop,” and the world plunged into eerie silence.
More terrifying was the sharp pain radiating from his brain; the specific frequency disrupted his vestibular system completely, as if he had been thrown into a washing machine, spinning the world rapidly around.
Now deaf, blind, and dizzy, Triangle Eyes was unaware that his two henchmen beside him had already collapsed stiffly, foaming at the mouth, their pants quickly darkening with urine stains.
He could only writhe painfully on the ground, his fingers digging deep into the gravel.
“Ugh…”
Sour gastric juices mixed with bile surged from his throat.
Like a stranded fish, he convulsed, each heave causing the blood vessels at his temples to throb violently. His fingers spasmed uncontrollably, and his fingernails were stained with the blood left by his scratching the ground.
The worst torment was that his consciousness remained fully awake…
He wished he could just faint like the two henchmen.
When Lin Xiao’s true body strolled leisurely into the mine, this was the scene before him:
Two blond men slumped on the ground like boneless mud, and Triangle Eyes curled up like a shrimp, dry heaving violently every few seconds, long strands of saliva hanging from his mouth, tears and snot smearing his face.
“This thunder effect is outstanding!” Lin Xiao remarked with satisfaction.
He looked up at the small hole overhead.
If not for Huang Lingzhao’s “Decision Bracelet” providing operational guidance, the phantom inside the “Time Amber Pavilion” piloting the drone could never have thrown the stun grenade so accurately into the mine shaft.
But now, one stun grenade had taken out everyone inside.
This was also why his phantom had told Triangle Eyes and the others to sit closer—to reduce the distance to the drop point.
Lin Xiao looked down at the three miserable figures on the ground but felt no sympathy—they had brought this on themselves.
Earlier that night, before taking out the trash, he had already seen their furtive figures on the surveillance footage.
But unlike previous reconnaissance, this time they seemed ready to act.
The video clearly showed their tools for the job: steel fibers for lockpicking, sacks for carrying people, shovels for digging pits, and a getaway car.
This made Lin Xiao realize: it was time to settle things for real.
Given his temperament, he preferred to create an opportunity to lure them out rather than wait passively for them to come knocking.
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