Chapter 112 Failure

Chapter 112: Failure

When Levin arrived, he encountered Qi Yanshen.

Qi Yanshen inquired, "What brings the Marshal here?"

Levin said tersely, "He Zhi is connected to that blond man."

Without waiting for Qi Yanshen's reaction, he entered the interrogation room and locked it from the inside.

The young master from the Qi family shouldn't be here. Although he had no memories of Ji Anzhi, an accident was still possible.

Before Levin entered, the female omega had automatically stood up and stepped to the side. After saluting and greeting him, she withdrew to a corner.

Levin took a seat. The moment Ji Anzhi saw Levin, his heart lurched. Levin was an SSS-level psychic. If the psychic threads left by Ji Anjue tried to help him, Levin could easily detect them.

From the moment he entered, Levin fixed his gaze on "He Zhi." The moment "He Zhi" saw him, his emotions spiked violently.

*He has a problem.*

In that instant, Levin was certain this omega was hiding something.

His identity as Marshal was a household name across the star system. After all, the position of Federal Marshal had been vacant for over sixty years, and the outside world had almost forgotten the Federation even had a Marshal.

When a newly appointed Marshal was suddenly announced at the Federation's National Day ceremony, and it was another omega Marshal, the entire star system was abuzz with discussion. Even now, Levin remained a topic of intense public interest.

Therefore, "He Zhi" definitely knew Levin. Moreover, Levin had been at the auction site yesterday, and this was the Federal Fleet. Seeing Levin here was to be expected.

"He Zhi" could claim he was nervous seeing the Marshal of the star system's largest nation, but his nervousness was excessive.

Levin settled himself in front of "He Zhi" and began to extend his psychic energy, soothing Ji Anzhi's emotions.

One still had to be considerate of omegas.

"Hello, I am the Federal Marshal. You can call me Levin."

"He Zhi" quickly waved his hands in panic. "No, no, no... Hello, Marshal."

Levin smiled amiably. "No need to call me Marshal. We are both omegas."

This time, "He Zhi" didn't dare to speak, only nodding.

"Here's the situation. We want to ask some things about your client. The Federation has been searching for him."

"He Zhi" hesitated for a few seconds. "...But I don't know anything about the client either. I didn't even see his face..."

Even without "He Zhi" saying it, Levin could guess the outcome. He continued, "Don't worry, we won't make things difficult for you. We want to ask if you know whether he purchased anything? And also, describe everything you witnessed while you were with him."

Coming to the auction would have had an objective. He hoped it wasn't connected to the King Insect.

"Well... I made contact with him outside the auction premises. I didn't see the route before that, and the way afterward was too complicated. I didn't remember it clearly either."

"After entering the auction venue, the client and I went directly to a third-floor private box..."

At this point, Levin interjected, "Do you remember the box number?"

"He Zhi" paused to think and reported a box number.

"After entering the box, the client just sat on the sofa. Even when the auction started, he didn't move, as though asleep. It wasn't until a certain lot appeared in the middle that the client opened his eyes and placed a bid."

Getting to the crucial part, Levin interjected again. "What lot?"

"...Um... It seemed to be some kind of potion, something like a Psychic Stimulant potion. That should be it."

Levin called up the list of auction items his adjutant had sent him yesterday. Indeed, there were many potions.

Among them were Psychic Stimulants, and there were quite a few, with a total net content of five tons.

Levin continued to access the investigation files on Ji Anzhi. After reviewing them, he found the black market purchase records. During his two years at the military academy, Ji Anzhi had also purchased large quantities of psychic stimulant potions.

Upon careful review, after arriving at the military academy, Ji Anzhi had visited the black market twice before the semester started—probably because he didn't know the locations of other black markets, so he only ever went to the Scott Black Market.

Later, due to his secondary development, he gained permission to leave freely. He often went out afterward but rarely visited the black market. When he did go, he only bought some mecha and starship materials, an assortment of miscellaneous items. The Federation still hadn't determined the purpose behind these disparate purchases.

The change occurred at the beginning of the second semester. At that time, Ji Anzhi was discovered by the Eighth Legion. He faked his death to escape pursuit and then returned to the military academy.

The next time he appeared on the black market, Ji Anzhi, dressed in women's clothing, purchased a large quantity of psychic stimulant potions.

Every time after that, Ji Anzhi would purchase psychic potions in vast amounts.

The Federation had noticed this at the time and had been monitoring the movement of psychic stimulant potions. Unfortunately, it yielded little. Later, with the arrival of the Bug Swarm, monitoring was relaxed.

Who would have thought that an operation originally intended to capture the King Insect would accidentally run into that blond man traveling with Ji Anzhi...

Thinking of this, Levin suddenly looked the omega before him up and down.

Could he be Ji Anzhi in disguise?

This omega's appearance bore a forty percent resemblance to Ji Anzhi. Plus, he had contact with that blond man, and Qi Yanshen's reaction to him was very unusual. It was hard not to suspect.

Suppressing this thought, Levin told "He Zhi" to continue.

"After winning the bid for that potion, the client returned to the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. Just before the final lot was presented, the client suddenly stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and said something."

"What did he say?"

"There was some distance, and the client spoke softly. I didn't hear clearly, but it seemed like some swear words... um... saying something was messed up, and something about death or something."

The final lot was the King Insect. It seemed the other party didn't know beforehand that the auction house was using a modified King Insect as the finale. Moreover, his attitude was the same as theirs—he disapproved of modifying the King Insect.

Levin reached out and asked, "May I ask if you mind if I read your memories?"

He needed to confirm that what "He Zhi" said was true.

Such matters required consent first. Moreover, he had read the files; this omega before him was very fragile. Similarly, his psychic strength wouldn't be too great. Forcibly reading his mind could lead to mental collapse.

"He Zhi" didn't reply immediately but seemed taken aback and confused. "Read memories?"

Levin explained, "My psychic level is SSS. This is a special ability unique to SSS-level psychics."

"I see... Then... can we not do it?"

Levin gently asked for the reason, but "He Zhi" didn't answer, instead lowering his head in silence.

The female omega stepped forward, bent to whisper in Levin's ear, "He came from the Drifter Star Sector to accompany clients."

Levin instantly realized how intrusive his previous question had been. He had subconsciously treated "He Zhi" as Ji Anzhi, forgetting that it was still just a suspicion at this stage.

If "He Zhi" wasn't Ji Anzhi but truly came from the Drifter Star Sector to accompany clients, then reading his memories would be equivalent to witnessing his shameful and miserable life. Anyone would refuse.

Levin cleared his throat apologetically. "Sorry, no offense intended. I'll only view your memories from yesterday, nothing before that."

"Because this individual is of great significance to the Federation, as a precaution, we considered reading your memories to confirm. This method can quickly rule you out. If you decline the memory reading, that's also acceptable, but it would entail a series of investigations, which is quite troublesome."

There were only two choices: either accept the memory reading for a quick clearance, or refuse and undergo various reviews.

"He Zhi" thought it over for a good while before finally making up his mind. "Then I choose the memory reading... Are you absolutely sure you'll only access yesterday's memories?"

Levin smiled and nodded. "I swear on the honor of the Federation Marshal."

It was just for peace of mind. If Levin truly wanted to access his past memories, He Zhi wouldn't be able to stop him.

"He Zhi" placed his slightly trembling hand on Levin's and closed his eyes following Levin's instructions.

Levin's mental energy prepared to enter, but the omega was still on guard. Levin could only slowly soothe the tense and wary mental energy, proceeding step by step.

Just as he was about to succeed, Levin suddenly felt his mental energy threads being attacked. The attack wasn't strong, but it told Levin he couldn't enter "He Zhi's" mental sea.

"Ah—"

A sharp cry rang out. Levin opened his eyes to see "He Zhi" pull his hand back, clutching his head as he fell to the floor, almost cracking his head on the chair leg.

The female omega hurried forward and shoved the chair out of the way to prevent injury, while asking "He Zhi" about his condition. "What's wrong? Do you have a headache?"

"He Zhi" nodded weakly, his hands still clutching his head, his expression pained, his breathing short, and his face unnaturally flushed.

Levin immediately produced a mental soothing agent, held "He Zhi" steady, and administered it through his jugular.

Half a minute later, "He Zhi's" expression gradually eased. The female omega quickly returned the chair to its place, noticed the bent leg, and silently brought Levin's chair over instead.

After settling "He Zhi" into the seat, Levin had a pretty good idea what had happened.

The blond man had left his own mental energy threads in "He Zhi's" mental sea.

Once foreign mental energy threads entered, they would launch a defensive attack, and in the process, damage "He Zhi's" mental sea. The headache was a classic sign of mental energy damage.

Levin accepted the reality within seconds. The other party was an SSSS-level mental energy user—how could he lack precautions?

But unfortunately, the promising lead had gone cold again.

"Sorry, I should have been more careful."

"He Zhi" came around a bit and asked in confusion, "What exactly happened to me? Why the sudden headache?... It felt like someone was stabbing me with needles."

Levin didn't tell the truth, instead concealing it. "I was too forceful just now. Your mental energy is very fragile. My apologies."

"Although I didn't access your memories, I could sense your emotions. You weren't lying, so further interrogation is unnecessary. However, given your unique situation, you may need to be kept under observation for a few months. Is that acceptable?"

Ji Anzhi inwardly grumbled. As if they'd give up if he refused?

"He Zhi" nodded, indicating his acceptance.

The female omega opened the door. Qi Yanshen was still outside, not having left. From the moment Levin entered, he had felt inexplicably irritable.

It was subtle, but definitely there.

"Come in."

Qi Yanshen followed the female omega into the interrogation room. His first sight was "He Zhi" sitting in the chair, looking listless.

Qi Yanshen frowned. What happened? Marshal Levin wasn't the type to use forceful methods on an omega. How did things end up like this?

A casual glance caught the chair with the bent leg in the corner. Looking at Marshal Levin, Qi Yanshen vowed never to let "He Zhi" be alone with the Marshal again.

At the very least, he himself needed to be present.

Perhaps the look of blame was too strong. The female omega awkwardly explained, "I knocked that chair over. There was a little accident just now."

So stop glaring at Marshal Levin!

If you keep glaring, I swear I'll cut you down right now!

Levin was still comforting "He Zhi." Seeing Qi Yanshen enter, he said, "He Zhi will have a surveillance period. He'll be your responsibility."

Qi Yanshen paused a moment before quickly agreeing.

"Good. Take He Zhi to get settled. I have other matters."

With that, Levin left the interrogation room.

Qi Yanshen glanced at the female omega and the chair in the corner, then took "He Zhi's" hand and led him away, not finding anything wrong with an alpha actively holding an omega's hand.

The female omega watched, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.

Qi Yanshen led "He Zhi" to a room right next to his own.

Technically, "He Zhi" should have been placed in the omega quarters, but Qi Yanshen didn't even consider it. He instinctively felt Ji Anzhi should stay next to him.

He even justified it to himself.

Marshal Levin had tasked him with monitoring the other party, so keeping him close was safest. Besides, this was the senior officers' rest area; ordinary soldiers wouldn't come snooping around here, so if "He Zhi" had any issues, he couldn't send messages.

Thus, Qi Yanshen opened the door with a clear conscience. "You'll stay here from now on. My room is next door."

"He Zhi" instinctively glanced at the adjacent room. Could he switch to another one?

"Can I stay here?"

Faced with the omega's timid inquiry, Qi Yanshen tried to make his voice less official and slightly softer. "Yes. If you need anything, you can knock on my door."

"He Zhi" nodded and said nothing more.

Right now, he was only concerned about one thing: When Ji Anjue erased Qi Yanshen's memories, did he do it thoroughly?

Xiao Tuanzi better not have left any memories uncleaned. If his identity were exposed, both of them would be in trouble.

Lost in thought for a moment, Qi Yanshen took out a form—a training plan he had prepared outside the interrogation room.

Although "He Zhi" was an omega, his E-level physical fitness was far too weak. When the King Insect pounced, he didn't even know to run, just stood there dumbfounded, and then even went and sprained his ankle. This time, Qi Yanshen was there to save him, but what about next time?

So his physical fitness had to be improved.

"He Zhi" forced a weak smile and asked feebly, "Excuse me... Officer, did you give me the wrong form?"

Qi Yanshen's firm voice replied, "No."

"Your body is too weak. This can't go on."

"He Zhi": ...

I take it back—he doesn’t like the Federation, especially the ones who force him into physical training.

Back in military school he was stuck training, and now he’s stuck training again.

Is there no end to this?

“…Thank you, sir.”

“No need. Starting tomorrow, remember to get up at six-thirty.”

“…………”

Qi Yanshen must have recovered his memories.

This is purely my ex-boyfriend getting back at me.