Chapter 15: The Psycho Sister’s Hypnotic Interrogation

“Mom and Dad were very good to me…”

Lu Yiyi leaned against Xia Qimeng’s chest, her gaze vacant, her pupils unfocused.

“They doted on me. Since I was little, they gave me whatever I wanted.”

“I came to work here because I wanted to earn more money and prove myself. Even though I bombed the college entrance exam, I could still live up to their expectations. I want them to live a better life.”

The girl spoke slowly, her voice soft as a ball of cotton, answering every question.

“Actually… when I first came to the Paranormal Bureau, they didn’t agree at all. They were afraid I’d run into danger.”

“I lied to them, told them I just answered phones in the office, that it was safe. Only then did they reluctantly agree.”

Xia Qimeng listened quietly, her fingertip absently stroking the girl’s thin back.

A harmonious family.

That was good.

People who hadn’t suffered childhood trauma usually had sunny, healthy personalities.

They didn’t have those messy psychological dark sides.

She was a juicy peach, sweet from the inside out.

A little sun like this would be warm enough to hold.

She’d been tortured by the rampaging paranormal forces in this pure gold cage, seventeen floors underground, for two whole years.

She’d grown cold, and she’d had enough.

She desperately needed this warmth to sustain her.

As for that girl’s attachment to her family, that was even easier to deal with.

All she had to do was give her enough money, satisfy her wish to support her family, and take over her entire family’s life.

Let her parents live without worry, living like people above others.

A simple, grateful little thing like this would easily turn that attachment into gratitude and dependence on her.

With a trivial amount of money, she could buy the full ownership of a living soul.

What a bargain.

“Such a filial, good child.”

Xia Qimeng praised softly, her voice dripping with affection.

Her hand slid up the girl’s spine, stopped at her tender nape, hooked a finger under the ponytail tied with the strawberry hair tie, and toyed with it idly.

“What about friends?”

Xia Qimeng asked her second question, her thumb pressing against Lu Yiyi’s chin, lifting that drowsy little face to face her.

“Who do you like to hang out with when you’re off work?”

Forced to look up, Lu Yiyi’s thick lashes trembled uneasily.

She rummaged through her muddled brain for memories about “friends.”

“I… I have really bad social anxiety.”

The girl pouted, her voice tinged with discomfort.

“I get uncomfortable in crowds.”

“I didn’t talk to people much at school. I almost never started conversations.”

She dutifully reported her social circle, clean as a blank sheet of paper.

“Friends… just one deskmate from middle school. She’s my closest friend. On weekends we still shop and drink milk tea together.”

Hearing that, Xia Qimeng’s fingers on her chin unconsciously tightened.

“Male or female? What’s her name?”

The moment she asked, a cold glint flashed through Xia Qimeng’s eyes, where black and color intermingled.

The sense of her territory being touched made her instinctively want to eliminate the intruder.

“Female… her name is Lin You.”

Lu Yiyi answered softly, her words slightly muffled because her chin was squeezed.

Female.

The cold light in Xia Qimeng’s eyes quietly faded.

Her fingers relaxed their grip on Lu Yiyi’s chin, slid up her cheek, and came to rest on her fluffy hair, stroking it gently.

Social anxiety.

Only one same-s*x friend, and just a middle school classmate.

This was an unexpected windfall.

The smaller the social circle, the easier to control.

No complicated cliques, no busybodies whispering behind her back or stirring up trouble.

Just one middle school classmate.

As time passed and their lives went separate ways, that connection would fade naturally anyway.

To make Yiyi belong to her alone, she didn’t need any bloody or violent methods.

She only needed a few gentle tricks, guiding her step by step through hypnosis.

Successful brainwashing was just a matter of time.

Slowly, this anxious little rabbit would learn to obey her out of habit, depend on her, and willingly cut the last threads tying her to the outside world.

Keep her by her side, so she saw no one but her, and could never leave her.

“What about people you like?”

Xia Qimeng pressed on, her hand on the girl’s head beginning a gentle massage, fingertips against the scalp, tracing circles with a steady, deliberate pressure.

This was the question she cared about most.

With Xia Qimeng’s fingers kneading her head, all of Lu Yiyi’s senses tangled into a mess.

Such a strange feeling.

It was as if someone had reached straight into her skull and was gently playing with the brain cells in charge of thinking.

“I don’t have…”

Lu Yiyi swayed her head along with Xia Qimeng’s movements, her voice wavering, her twin ponytails swinging side to side.

“I’ve never been with anyone. There’s no one I like.”

At those last words, Xia Qimeng’s ever-changing eyes suddenly shone with astonishing brilliance.

Perfect.

Too perfect!

A harmonious family, no annoying toxic relatives dragging her down.

A pitifully small social circle, just one best friend, and barely anyone she could confide in.

Best of all, her romantic history was a total blank!

Her first love was still waiting for her, untouched.

There wasn’t even a shadow of a man who could stir ripples in her heart.

This was practically an… ideal type tailor-made for her by heaven.

She fit her standards for a partner perfectly, and she made it so easy to infiltrate and dominate every part of the girl’s life.

No annoying exes to clean up.

No one else’s shadow to erase.

All she had to do was stamp her seal on top and paint her colors all over it.

Xia Qimeng stared at the girl in her arms and licked her parched lips.

The possessiveness in her eyes nearly turned into black vines, crawling out to bind that soft little thing tight.

She wished she could press her down right now and claim her.

Good girl.

She really was born to be hers.

Now there was just one last little question to confirm.

Aesthetic preferences.

She needed to know what kind of people this little rabbit warmed up to.

Know her tastes, and she could set up a more precise trap for her next move.

“So… what type of person does Yiyi like?”

Xia Qimeng lowered her voice, tilted her head, parted her red lips, and closed them around that small pink ear.

Lu Yiyi shuddered.

The sudden touch struck her nerves all at once.

She flinched and instinctively grabbed Xia Qimeng’s clothes.

“Is there any idol you worship?”

Xia Qimeng didn’t let go, her muffled voice vibrating against Lu Yiyi’s eardrum.

“Or… do you prefer a certain look, a certain personality?”

Even under hypnosis, Lu Yiyi was at a loss from the overly intimate gesture.

Her face immediately turned red, her slender neck flushing pink.

“I… I…”

She stammered, her eyes darting, unable to form a full sentence.

The guilty look in her eyes took on a whole different meaning in Xia Qimeng’s view.

Why wasn’t she answering?

Just now, about family, friends, romantic history, the little thing had confessed it all obediently.

Why did she freeze at aesthetic preferences, at what type she liked?

Could it be that she really had someone hidden in her heart?!

Some unreachable celebrity?

Or some pretty boy who liked to show off?

The warmth in Xia Qimeng’s eyes plummeted, and the air around them froze solid.

That wouldn’t do.

How could the treasure she’d set her eyes on spare a single glance for anyone else?

Even an unreachable idol was unacceptable.

Yiyi’s eyes, Yiyi’s heart, could hold only one person: Xia Qimeng.

Whoever dared to occupy even a corner of this little thing’s heart…

The reassuring floral scent in the containment room had, at some point, taken on a trace of icy killing intent.

She had to interrogate her properly.

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